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Chapter 1: Oh…God!

Faith’s P.O.V

“Oh yes! God…yes!”

No…

This wasn’t what I had expected…not at all.

First days of college weren’t supposed to be like this! How was this even possible? How did I suddenly find myself stuck in this kind of a…horrible situation? This was nothing short of debauchery!

“Oh god…yes! O-god!”

I pressed my hands against my ears to stop the sounds, but her voice echoing off of the walls only magnified it. I had come to the washroom to escape everything happening all around me, but this…this sounded like hell!

 As a girl who had studied at the Academy of Sacred Heart all her life; as a girl who came from a Catholic family and wore a purity ring…even hearing another woman call out god’s name in the throes of such…acts…was blasphemy.

It was only nine in the morning for lord’s sake! It was broad daylight! Then how could she perform such…such acts now?

I was always taught that intimate acts were reserved for after marriage. Those who performed such acts before marriage were to be punished by god. My own aunt was kicked out of her family for being a reckless woman! Did this girl not have any fear?

Dear lord, please deliver me from such shameless sins!

“YES! Oh! Yes! Brandon! More!”

Brandon? Was that the boy’s name? The boy who was performing such…deeds? Even his name sounded like he was the poster boy for troublemaking!

“Yess! Oohh!”

Oh Lord! Please deliver me from such sins! I prayed as I clutched the cross on my necklace. It was the necklace that my mother left behind…the only reminder I had of her. The only ornament that could now give me any form of comfort now that she was gone.

I knew that coming to a co-ed system after spending my entire life in an all-girls school was the definition of a bad idea, but what choice did I have?

Last summer, my parents passed away in a car accident and the only living relative I had left was my aunt Katherine, from my mother’s side of the family. She was an outcast, the woman who was often considered the evil spawn. Aunt Kathy had been kicked out of her home when she turned eighteen because of recklessly being with a boy she claimed she had liked and she had been married twice and divorced twice since then.

 Currently, she was living with her boyfriend in Miami, Florida, in a ‘live-in’ relationship without the vows of marriage. So now, I had to move in with her and she was the one who had insisted that I get admitted in the International University of Florida and get a degree so I could support myself in the future.

My mother had always planned on getting me married once I finished high school, possibly to one of my father’s friend’s sons. And even though I had been a little resistant about the idea at first, my parents had told me that it was for the best and that was how good girls acted. But they had also agreed to wait another year after high school, to see what I wanted to do in life. But now that my parents were gone and I was living with my aunt, because I hadn't yet turned eighteen during the car crash…she wanted me to go for higher education. And I agreed with her because I didn’t know what else to do either.

But then the second I had arrived on campus, I had started to panic.

Not only did I see boys and girls interact with each other freely, hugging and holding hands like it was just a simple matter…they were kissing in broad daylight as well. I had still managed to suppress my urge to panic; I had really tried my best…until I saw a boy in the middle of the hallway, in front of the lockers, bent down to kiss another boy while grabbing his behind. That was it…the ultimate sin! It had been my limit!

I had come to the bathroom to stop myself from hyperventilating and prepare myself mentally because I knew I would be seeing so much more in the hours to come. I didn’t want to be called a bigot, because at least I understood that not everyone had the same beliefs…but what I hadn't expected was that right after I had entered the stall, someone would enter the bathroom and lock the main door…and bring a boy into the women’s washroom…to copulate in broad daylight!

“Oooohh!”

For a second, I was startled at the intensity of the sound the woman made.

Was she in pain? Was the boy hurting her? ...should I take a look?

My mind instantly rejected the idea. How could I intrude on such a private moment? No matter how wrong it was to have coitus in the daylight, it was still an intimate moment between a boy and a girl! I couldn’t…I shouldn’t-

“No! Stop! Not there!”

Dear Lord! My heart slammed against my ribcage. Was she being tortured? Was she being forced against her will?

I had to take a look! I had to make sure she was safe! How could I stand by and watch when a woman was being…raped?

Slowly, I unlocked the stall door, my heart hammering against my ribcage as another shout sounded, this one more violent than the first; and I opened the door just enough so that an ample amount of what was happening outside was visible for me to judge the situation. I would shut the door immediately, I told myself. I just needed to be sure she was alright.

 But when I peeked through…nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of my eyes.

The girl was sprawled on the counter, her back against the bathroom mirror and her legs spread wide to accommodate the boy in between her legs. Her head was thrown back, exposing the slender column of her neck and her blonde hair with pink highlights was plastered to her face and neck as her hands were on the boy’s head, fingers gripping his black hair tightly in her grasp as if…as if she was pushing his head inside of her…

I covered my mouth with one hand, trying to suppress my gasp of horror, my free hand clutching the cross on my necklace so hard that somewhere at the back of my mind, I was worried that it would tear. She had never been in pain this whole time! In fact…I had mistaken the situation.

But…I should look away right? I had made sure that she wasn’t hurt…I should move away and close the door…but …I found that I couldn’t. I found myself transfixed on the spot, watching as the girl’s chest rose and fell with every breath. Her navy colored blouse was wide open down the middle and thrown over her shoulders, exposing her chest to my sight. Her breasts were large and her nipples a light pink shade which had stiffened like mine did when I felt cold…but they looked different, harder. Her skirt was on the ground and her red panties were hanging from one leg, stuck on the heels of her black shoes.

And then the boy rose to his full height…and blue eyes met mine in the mirror.

My heart nearly burst out of my chest. Good lord! What do I do? What should I do? I wasn’t…I didn’t mean to spy on an intimate moment! What should I do?

But just when I thought that the boy might tell on me or inform his partner…his lips tilted up into a smirk in the mirror and I heard the click of a belt as he let his pants drop to pool at his feet. His blue eyes challenged me through the mirror, provoking me to keep looking…and it felt like I was about to take the bait…

A drop of sweat dripped down from my forehead and rolled down my cheek, but still, I couldn’t look away. What on earth was wrong with me!

Move, Faith! I screamed at myself in my head. Move! Close the door! Run!

But my body refused to listen to my mind.

The boy placed his hands on his blue underwear…and then pulled them down over the taut mounds of his butt cheeks…and then, making eye contact with me in the mirror once again…jerked forward, making the girl groan out, and her deep pink lips falling open into a wordless scream.

Something happened to me then…something I had never experiences. My body grew hot and my womanhood…it felt warm…tingly…and wet.

That was it. I couldn’t watch anymore.

Not caring about what hell I was about to bring upon myself, I grabbed my backpack that I had hung on the hooks behind the door and pushing the door wide open…I ran.

Out of the stall…out of the washroom…out of the building…

I just ran. And I didn’t look back.