The Taste of Sin, chapter 3

Chapter 3

JOS

I wasn't sure how long I was out, but when I woke up the sun was setting. Judging by the massive throbbing headache pulsating through seemingly my whole body. I'd been out for most of the day.

I rolled over, and grabbed my shirt off the floor. I slipped it on as I was walking out Jimmy's bedroom. I looked up and down the hallway, expecting to hear him, or see him. I felt a sinking in the pit of my stomatch when he was nowhere to be found.

Worried? No. I don't worry about Jimmy, it's not like I love him or anything. . .

I closed my eyes, and leaned against the nearest wall, wishing the fucking headache I had would just go away. I whimpered softly, but cut it short as I heard the front door open. I don't know why, but I hid. It was instinct.

I hid in the hallway closet, and left it open a crack, so I could who had come in.

I smiled when I saw Jimmy, but he was with someone. I couldn't make her out, but her. . .figure, she. . .looked familiar. I began to push the door open, when her lips pressed against his. Anger spread through my blood like wildfire, and I felt tears spring into my eyes. Not because she had kissed him. . .

But because he kissed back.

Jimmy

Honestly, I had expected her to do something like that. She'd done it every other time we saw each other. . .and judging by her attitude. She hadn't changed a fucking bit.

She moaned as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I'd almost missed the taste of her. Like pot and alchohol. It was a good combination. Not to mention the way her hips were pressed against mine.

She must of missed me.

I pulled away, and held a finger out, saying without words for her to hold on. I walked down the hallway, and peaked into my bedroom. Jesus was gone. I sighed in relief, and turned to face her.

"Was Jesus here?" She said, removing her jacket. I nodded, and began removing my shoes. She sighed, and shook her head. "I'm sure he hasn't changed. Still dependant on you and your magic needle?" I laughed, and nodded, slipping my shirt off.

She began taking her shirt off, and I couldn't help but stare. I'd missed that. I'd missed it alot, and just. . .never realized it.

"He was always so clueless about us," she said, working at the buttons on her pants.

I smiled, and walked twoards her, pressing my lips against hers.

"He's still clueless. Which is why he dosen't need to hear about this."

She looked up at me and laughed, looking at me like I was insane.

"Are you trying to protect him, Jimmy? Don't you think he deserves to be hurt? We got hurt. It's not fair. He doesn't get to be saved."

I grabbed her by both sides of the face, hard. I was pissed, and I had no idea why.

"Listen. He was nothing but there for you, slut. He knew, and still stayed with you. He was WILLING to fix himself for you. So don't fucking tell me he didn't get hurt. Cause I was always on the other end of his, with my fucking needle."

She smirked, and pushed me away, grabbing her shirt and jacket.

"I knew it," she said softly, shaking her head.

"What?"

"You love him."

I stared at her, eyes wide. "What're you-" She stopped me though.

"Weren't you the one that said. . .always be true to yourself? Or did I read that on a bumpersticker?"

And then she was out the door. I stared at the spot where she had been standing, and felt my knees go weak. Without anyone here to witness, it was okay to breakdown. I slid to my knees and let out a loud sob as cold, unfamiliar, tears spilt down my face. I wanted to shut out what she had said, but I couldn't. The reason why. . .was because. . .

It was true.

I did love Jesus.