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Saints Don't Moan Chapter 53
Penelope I was reeling from the conversation I had just finished with my mother. I thought about forgiving her that instant instead of giving myself an arbitrary time frame, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. My mind was running in circles, and I had to distract myself, fast.I opened my phone ready to doomscroll my pain away. When I clicked on the Instagram app, I was trusting the app to push down all my thoughts and distract me from thinking entirely. I was a few scrolls in before I found myself going to Miguel’s page. Something on my for-you-page caught my attention. Miguel was trending. More specifically, his ex wife was trending. A few more clicks and strolls in and I stumbled on a podcast of her. Ex wife of Philanthropist Miguel Ramirez comes out to talk about his disturbing nature. The title was quite concerning, but it did a good job of drawing me in to find out what she had to say. Her first words were “So, today I am talking about our beloved liar and cheat. The
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 53
Miguel “I will be travelling to Eugene, Springfield to go see a friend.” Ashley said. I was still pondering possible causes for her breakdown. “Oh, that’s um… nice.” I said, trying to force myself to make conversation, outside her recent crying session.“Nice?” Ashley said, pointing out the oddness of my response. “Yes, that you want to go see your friend.” I said, failing massively to defend myself. I barely even put up a fight, “Okay, spill.” She said, catching on to the fact that I was trying to hide my true thoughts.“I just want to know why you were crying when I mentioned your partner.” I blurted out, like I was suffocating with questions. “I already told you, it’s nothing.” She gave the same vague, watered down nothing burger of a response. Literally nothing. “But, it can’t be nothing.” I retorted, because, fun fact, people don’t cry over nothing. “Miguel,” she said, breathing in and out, like she was tired of my constant questions, “when I'm ready to talk about it, I'l
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 51
Penelope “Lie down,” Miguel said. Something about the authoritative and cold nature of his tone turned me on. I only wished he were telling me to lie down under different circumstances. He adjusted me on the bed properly. While trying to make sure I was resting on the bed properly, I felt his right hand brush past my left boob. I twitched as the sensation caused a chain reaction of multiple other sensations in my body, especially down in my panties. He looked around and gathered the things he would need to fix up my hand. My palm and finger were still bleeding, at this point. Though, the bleeding had reduced.He took my hand and held it in his. The softness of his hands calmed my nerves. Then, he suddenly managed to spike my heart rate by tracing lines on my palm, stopping at the wound. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made things worse. He took a cotton ball he had doused with some form of antiseptic to clean the wound. He began to slightly dab the wound as gently as h
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 50
MiguelAshley was a very loud crier. Especially today. Each time she took a break from her cries and caught some air, the next cry was somehow louder. Each increase in pitch only managed to make my heart sink even more. I still hadn’t figured out why she was crying. What had happened that made her break down this much. Someone drew the curtains open, quite suddenly. Their scent was particularly familiar. They were probably pulled here by Ashley’s loud cries. Especially now that she had started crying even louder. Understandably so. I would be concerned as well, if I was passing by and heard very loud screams and cries. I looked up, wanting to know who this concerned and curious soul was. The person who had opened the curtains. It was none other than my beloved Penelope. I locked eyes with her, as she saw what was going on. I could tell what she was thinking. For the most part, she was confused about the position she found me. A tall, beautiful, and blonde woman laying in my arms, cr
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 49
Penelope I was still trying to recover from the embarrassment I felt from Miguel’s snarky remarks. I still hadn’t figured out if it was a joke or not. I didn’t waste any time in going into the hospital to find Gabriella. Of course I was wondering why she had even specifically asked for me. I hadn’t done anything that would particularly warrant being summoned. It wasn’t too long before I started to question my faith. I started to question my devotion to my faith and to Christ. Was I really ready to be in this? I certainly hadn’t been acting like it. Guilt flooded my mind. Every thought that came up, attempting to defend my devotion, drowning as immediately as they rose. Gabriella had that effect on me. I managed to brush them off and focus on getting into the room and being of service to her as much as I could. Entering the room, I could notice the complete one-eighty from the last time I saw her. She was lucid and looked almost normal. She wasn’t frantic or throwing a fit about ho
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 48
MiguelOn getting to the hospital, still in the mood of healthy banter with Penelope, I made a joke to Penelope. I asked her if she had sat on water because the back of her habit was wet. Confusion was written all over her face. Seeing her curl up in a ball, metaphorically made me cackle a bit. I was joking about the comment I had made about her backside being wet. I wondered if she knew that, because I said it with the straightest face and the most serious tone. Before I could even think of another joke or comment to make, she had run off. Most likely, out of embarrassment or anger.I expected she would at least say something back. Instead she just ran off. It hadn’t been too long since she left before I received a call from the hospital. A loud ring had cut short my admiration of the good weather. The harsh conditions we usually faced were nowhere to be seen. No harsh sun. The beams of the sun, attacking every cell in your body, punishing you for daring to step out of your house.
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 5
•Miguel• “Try this.” I held up the cream-colored blouse, half amused, half annoyed she hadn’t picked it herself. Penelope wrinkled her nose. “That’s something a kindergarten teacher would wear.” I arched a brow. “You work at an orphanage, you teach the children.” “okay, fine.” She snatc
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 4
•Penelope • The bell rang three times for afternoon prayer, and I was halfway through shelving the hymns when I headed the footsteps that didn’t seem to belong to any of the children. I stayed facing the shelves. Maybe if I just kept working, whoever it was would go away. But Mother Super
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 3
•Miguel • The lounge was wrapped in low lights, and smoked coiled lazy spirals above the tables from cigars. I leaned back into the velvet-lined booth, cradling a glass Lagavulin between my fingers, Damien was holding court to my left, a brunette tucked against his side, her fake laugh
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 2
•Penelope• I ignored the tingling between my thighs all evening. It didn’t help that during mass, Father Marshall, bless his soul—suddenly looked like Dr. Miguel Ramirez from the side. Same silver hair, same calm, unreadable expression. I blinked hard, looked back down at my prayer book, and
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