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MELLISSA

For frustrating minutes that seem to drag by, I remain hidden, away from people, and away from my sin. I cover my face thoroughly with my scarf and double my pace. When I am far away from people's eyes, I take to my heels and divert into a small corner.

Finding solace in the canopy of trees and shrubs and odd serenity, I begin to sob. My heart throb like hell and I don't fight the hurt and pain and sting. I remain on my butt and cry a river, my head is horribly banging and aching like shit.

Crying to my satisfaction, I wipe my wet cheeks with my palms, get off the damp soil, and dust the butt of my dress with the back of my hands. And making sure no one is watching, I take a narrow path that disappears into the wild.

Ever since I committed the grave sin against baby Hendrix, our lady, that was nothing but sweet to me and protective about me and to the entire back, I took to hiding. It's more like even though I get what I wanted from the sin, it isn't going to be worth it,