Lust and Unholy Love

Erika's P.O.V.

"Here's my stop, sister. I'll see you soon." I bade farewell to Sister Agatha, breaking our embrace before picking up my luggage and then boarding the bus. As the bus drove down the streets of Venice, my heart felt heavier, knowing I was a step closer to my destination. Home. It was nearing summer, so the weather had become rather warm lately, hence adding to my agitation. Believe me, I had tried every possible excuse to convince my family back at home that I wouldn't be able to come home, but they hadn't budged, insisting that I return home as I had spent too long away from home. I understood my Nana's incessant need for me to return home, as it had been only her and my parents; my twin sister, Avery, had long left home before I had. She was the wilder one, more carefree and more stubborn, while I had been the meek one, the dove. I had been fine with that; my Nana always told me I didn't have a single bad bone in me, but I hated the fact that my parents always tried to control my life, even at the age of twenty-six. I was a country girl, bred and brought up in the countryside; however, I was a devout Catholic, just like my Nana, which heavily influenced my choice to become a sister in the convent. Safe to say, my parents weren't pleased.

That was two years ago, and now I was returning home, a bit excited to see family but also feeling exhausted. After five hours, the never-ending journey finally ended as our bus came to a stop at the bus terminal. Stepping out of the bus with my luggage, my eyes shut briefly as I breathed deeply, already feeling the familiarity of the atmosphere. 

Hailing a cab, I slipped into it as our journey began after giving him my address. I watched as the buildings blurred past while we drove, a few familiar buildings, shops, and the bakery that I'd always frequent when I had lived here. Soon, I reached my destination as I paid the cab driver his fare, who wasted no time in driving off without a word, picked up my luggage as I walked up the stairs of my parents house, and knocked.

A minute later, I heard footsteps before the door swung open as I came face to face with my Nana, who squealed and pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Mio nipotina. You're back; I missed you." She sobbed in my arms.

"I missed you too, Nana. Now stop with the crying; I'm here now." 

"And you're not leaving me? Never?" She pouted as she looked up at me, causing me to giggle.

"Not anytime soon, Nana. Now, can I-" I was cut off when my mother spoke.

"Erika, darling, you're home. It's about time." Her Spanish accent came out slightly as she walked down the stairs. She was wearing a cream-coloured skirt with a