Page 79 of For I Have Sinned
“Thank you, Esther.” I smile at her and turn to head to my room.
Once I’m behind the security of my bedroom door, I flip the phone open and dial Vince’s number. A couple of rings filter through the phone before he picks up.
“Celine?”
“Were you expecting someone else to call you from a random number?” I joke.
“Actually, I have this number saved now! That way I know it’s you, but I didn’t know if your new friend in there would have randomly called.”
“Why would she?”
“Who knows? You said she would fit in with our group, but what if she’s secretly crazy and wants to see who you are talking to?” he says and then gasps. “Maybe she wants to be your only friend, so she wants to know who Amelia and I are, so she can get rid of us when she gets out of there!”
The palm of my hand meets my face. “You are so ridiculous.”
“No, I am realistic.”
“She isn’t going to kill you guys.” I laugh. “Speaking of Amelia, is she there?”
“Yes, she just got here. We have been devising plans to get you out of there.”
“Like I said before, that’s not needed. I can’t just run away from these problems. If I do, my parents would unleash literal hell on me.”
“Let them!” Amelia says from farther away. “Then we will all burn together.”
“I love you guys, but I don’t need help,” I tell them. “Also, you two planning my escape isn’t the reason I called.”
“Is it because you missed our voices?” Vince asks.
“Partially,” I say, then fall silent.
“Celine… What’s going on?” Amelia questions.
I chew on my lip. “I did something… bad.”
Vince squeals with excitement. “You hooked up with the hot priest!”
“Vince, we established that no matter how much we want her to hook up with the hot priest, Celine isn’t going to.”
I remain silent on my end. Not knowing how to go about telling them that they are right. Thankfully, Amelia takes my silence as an answer.
“Celine Monroe!” Now it’s Amelia’s turn to gasp. “You didn’t. Did you?”
“I might have,” I say softly.
“Shut the fuck up!” Vince yells. “Tell us everything!”
Looking at my door, I keep my voice low because who knows if Alex is standing out there.
“Something happened between us in the confessional booth and his office.”
“Twice?!” Amelia questions.
“Wait, rewind on that. The confessional booth?” Vince is never one to skip over the details.
“I may have snuck into his side of the booth and… grinded on him while he fingered me.”
“Holy shit!” They both exclaim.
