Sinful Embodiments

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𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲.
-𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐨


I came home gripping the pocket holding the pictures of what may very well lead to a messy senior year. I still couldn’t believe anything I just heard or the fact that I agreed to take part in it.

Ian expected me to be Sherlock Holmes and solve the case but it wasn’t that simple.

“Where are you coming from young lady?” Mom intercepted me at the foot of the stairs as she came from out the living room.

“Meeting a friend.” I said dashing up the stairs before she could finish her interrogation.

The longer I kept the images hidden it felt as if they were burning through my pants.

I entered my room taking the ones from the other day out and laying it with the rest on my bed. I needed to plan this out before I make the wrong move. I could just ask them straight out, but Cecile was already upset at me for walking in on her and McKlane, I wouldn’t get a straight answer out of her. Damon might be my best bet at getting any type of insight at what might have occurred. He was always the most honest with me of the bunch.

As I took out my phone to call him, I slid to the floor resting my head against the bed. He picked up after the third ring sounding extremely breathless.


“Ran a marathon Day?” I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him shirtless with his toned chest glistening in the sun as he ran around the neighborhood.

“No, hold on.” The call sounded muffled but I vaguely heard him whisper to someone in the background before coming back. “I’m not one for sports, you know this.”

“A girl can dream.” Damon was use to my allusive comments towards him. I was sure he always wondered how far I would take them to the real thing. It was a dismal reality to know that if I was to ask for one night he would oblige in my favor. It was a mystery combing through the reasons behind everything he did. It didn’t make sense to constantly try and play both sides; eventually he will have to choose one.

“You need something?”

“I can’t call now?” I was a bit on the defensive considering the way they treated me today.

“I’m just joking around, calm down. If you’re worried about everything today don’t sweat it. Tomorrow will be like it never happened.”

That was the thing wasn’t it. Everything with them was always as if it never happened. At some point I could even convince myself that I really imagined it.

“Lucky for me that I don’t really care about it.” My back was starting to hurt leaning against my bed, I shuffled to my feet as I spoke. “Did you know someone named Dre?”

I positioned myself onto the bed noticing that Damon had went silent.



“Did you hear me?”

More whispers came from his line of the call. “I don’t know them, why?”

“Heard some people talking about him being missing. I was thinking there’s a serial killer around here.”

“Your mind is something else.”

“Isn’t it?” Damon’s obvious lie at not knowing Dre had me on edge. It was frightening to realize because Damon wasn’t a liar. That wasn’t who he was, but maybe I had him figured out all wrong.

“Day can I ask you something?”

“My answer never stopped you before.”

“What’s your biggest fear?” He paused for a bit most likely thinking through his response.

“That I indulge in more than I can handle.”

“Trying too hard to be perfect.” I joked.

“Something like that.” His voice was tense giving away the awkwardness of the entire conversation. “I have to go Mikita, talk to you later.”

He hung up before I could say my goodbyes leaving me with a weight on my shoulder. He was hiding something and that only meant that whatever Cecile had hidden behind her lax attitude could be worse than I had hoped for.

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“Brush another strand of your hair and you’ll lose more brain cells. God knows you can’t afford anymore of that.”

Princesa’s hand ceased halfway through another repetitive fight with her curls. I had gotten tired of wincing in her place as she yanked her roots from her head. Some battles just weren’t worth it.

“You’re a bitch sometimes.” I nodded my eyes scanning for Damon among the throng of people in the cafeteria. Cecile was absent today. I had chosen not to question it due to it being out of my norm to really acknowledge it. Damon had spent the morning with his eyes trained on me as well as being quieter than he usually was.

After the call I spent the night texting Ian about the conversation. I told him it my concerns on Damon’s lie which led to him pointing out something I never realized about Damon.

His unconscious effort to please everyone and cause comfort ability around him that was difficult to achieve with everyone else was forced. Ian told me of Damon befriending Charlotte Punett, she was notorious for being the richest girl in school. Damon had gotten close to her sophomore year treating her as if she was special and someone he was genuinely interested in. Unfortunately, out of the blue Charlotte’s dad was put in jail for tax fraud, they only managed to keep their wealth from a joint partnership with Damon’s uncle. He had a small business that had began hitting off overseas. The partnership gave his uncle a majority of their shares boosting the companies worth enabling to branch off even further. Afterwards, Damon never spoke to her again and even now completely acts as if she doesn’t exist.

That was when I started realizing that a majority of the time Damon does small favors for someone he always gains something out of it.

As I watched him flutter from table to table interacting with the majority of the student body, I saw that a handful of them had either given him money or papers that I could only guess were cheat sheets for the rest of his classes. This was a routine he did frequently before settling at our table but seeing his deceptive ways for what it was no longer made it look as pure.

How had I never realized what he had been doing before?

“Hello??” I turned towards Princesa staring wide eyed at me. “Did you hear me?”

“Say it again.” My gaze went down towards my soggy pizza. The amount of oil drenching it made it inedible to me.

“I wasn’t part of the ignore you train yesterday. I was just as confused about it myself.”

For some reason I believed her. “Is that your way of apologizing, you didn’t exactly fight for me.”

I looked back up towards her seeing her face flushed red in embarassment. She began fiddling with the bristles of the brush as she spoke. “You haven’t been friends with Damon and Cecile as long as I have. Trust me as selfish as it sounded, I can’t save your ass before saving my own.”

I was going to ask her what she meant by that when Damon finally approached our table. He was grinning from ear to ear as he sat down. The pizza, having become cold, was snatched from my tray landing into the mouth of the Cheshire Cat himself.

“I’m telling you guys.” He spoke in between chews allowing us to have a full view of the saliva soaked ball of pizza. “This is going to be a good year.”

“Duh, it’s our last one.” Princesa rolled her eyes as if Damon’s remark was the most obvious thing in the world.

He ignored her choosing to take out his phone to respond to the person that had texted him. As he replied I watched as his face contorted into fear and then back again to his previous excitement. He placed his phone on the table looking around nervously.

Our eyes latched on to each others before he hastily looked the other way. Whatever was in the message had him back on high alert.

“Not everyone’s last year is a good one María."

“Whatever.” She turned back towards me her eyes glinting with trouble. “Are you going to Keith’s party Friday?”

A grimace took over my features as I recalled the first time I went to a party. Since then I had avoided high school parties using as many carefully planned excuses.

“I can’t-”

“Don’t want to hear it.” Damon silenced me. ” At least go to one party before school ends, don’t be lame.”

“Does it have to be Keith’s?”

I saw Damon’s phone turn on once more on the table. I leaned over as inconspicuously as I could to take a peak at what it was.

“His is a double wrecker: more people and more booze.” Yea that’s only because he invites all his crackhead friends.

“No, I’m talking about the fact that Keith is one of the guys in the Martha scandal.”

Princesa stared at me dumbfounded. “So...?”

“So if he sleeps with minors, I would hardly trust him when alcohol is involved, who knows what he might do.”

Damon laughed next to me while Princesa shook her head. “You’re overthinking it.

Knowing they would gang up on me if I continued, I reluctantly agreed in hopes that an excuse would present itself later on.

Besides this might actually be a good way to gain information. Drunk teenagers were extremely inclined to spill petty drama. One of them had to have seen Cecile with Dre or seen him before he disappeared.

“Good! You have two days to pick out your outfit. None of your trashy fits.” It took everything in me not to respond back to Princesa with a spiteful remark of my own. I get way too easily riled up for my own good.

Instead I threw back,“Get to class.” as I got up from my seat joining the mass of students going to their next period.

As if the devil himself heard the last conversation between us, Keith sauntered over towards me as I made my way to class. His hair today was braided into singular plaits thrown into a ponytail. Surprisingly I found myself pleased with his new look as it had him looking more presentable. Vanilla and cranberry wafted towards me causing me to gag. I couldn’t help wondering if he had changed his shower from water to just about every time of body spray his sister had. Still it was better than smelling like moldy cheese.

“Cupcake.” He greeted bowing towards me.

“Finally decided to stop smelling like shit I see.” I said before walking past him. I didn’t have time to give attention to the fool.

Not getting the hint, he followed behind me placing one hand around my shoulder.

“It was an off day love, but I’m glad you like it.” I rolled my eyes instead of responding.

“You coming to my party?”

“No.” I lied. I would much rather not have him looking out for me.

“You should you’ll love it.” I stayed silent spying my class up ahead. The door was still open which meant I wasn’t yet late. I did not need a detention for an hour and a half stuck with Mr.Purbs awful singing.

“You do some pretty hardcore drugs right?”

“You can say that,why?”

“Just trying to understand why you don’t seem to get that I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

“Harsh cupcake.” Keith surprisingly looked disappointed. I almost felt bad, just a tad bit. I had better things to think about as I finally walked into class, like what Damon and Cecile did that summer. Or more prominent, the person Damon was texting was Cecile. The message she had sent said something about covering their tracks better.

The more I paid attention to the people I call my friends, I’m beginning to realize that whatever I may end up finding out won’t do anything good for my mental.

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