”Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

the pastor’s daughter. the embodiment of a good girl. kind, soft-spoken, obedient, innocent, pure. you never broke the rules a day in your life, listening to your father like the good girl you were. he did everything in his power to sculpt his only child, his only daughter, into the perfect, god-loving woman, drilling into you the consequences of sin and temptation.

and you life was good. the plush, picket fence, happy home life served you well. that was, of course, until he came along. august. the typical bad boy only a year older than you trudging along with his parents trying to start a new, quiet life, even starting to attend your father’s church. the first time you met him he was blasting rather…distasteful music in his headphones, not paying attention to a single word your father said.

he was everything you weren’t, and you’re father made sure to tell you about it, warning you to stay away from him at all cost. but you seemed to piqued his interest, always finding a reason to be near you.

you were helping your father out with some errands, going through a few things at the church house when he showed up, nearly scaring you to death when you noticed him in the doorway of your father's office. you were alone. he always managed to catch you when you were alone.

“did i scare ya?”

he asked with a smirk, his dark eyes raking over your form, like an apex predator zeroing in on it’s unfortunate prey. his large body blocked the door, trapping you in.