Living in Sin

By Lisa Faith Bragg

The story focuses on two sisters, Candi and Amanda Love. They meet two guys Todd and Randall after moving to a small down. Their lives change instantly, and one learns the lessons of life the hard way. Living in Sin was written as a dedication to BonJovi and their song titled Living in Sin. Living in Sin was written to help young adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Aug 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9781312197091

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Living

In

Sin

By:

Lisa Faith Bragg

Copyright @ 2023 Lisa Langston Bragg

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.

978-1-312-19709-1

                        Imprint: Lulu.com

Printed in the United States of America

Patten Press, Inc.

Signal Mtn., TN 37377-0422

Publication date: December, 1997

First Edition

Printed in the United States of America

Lulu Enterprises Inc

3101 Hillsborough Street

Raleigh, NC 27607

February, 2014

Second Edition

Thanks

Ever since I was young I have always kept diaries with stories that I have written. When I first heard the song Living In Sin by Bon Jovi that was released in 89’s, it reminded me of a story I had written when I was about fourteen years old. The song, living in Sin, is a powerful song about two young teenagers that are in love. Her parents don’t like the young boy, and he feels like they shouldn’t have to listen to them, so they fight for the right to stay together. The song is a powerful song, and it has so much story to it. The characters in my story just really fit well with the song I felt

After spending a number of years volunteering at the Dalton Pregnancy center, in Dalton GA, I really felt compelled to use my book to help others. I know if it wasn’t for God, I could never get my point across. Everything I write is to bring glory to God, and give him all the praise. If it had not been for Jesus, I don’t know where I would be today.

I would like to thank Bon Jovi for the inspiration. I love, adore and respect you guys. Thank you Richie, you are my heart and my passion. You inspire me every day.

Thank you also to thank Poison. I used to listen to your song Cry Tough and it really helped me to know that dreams do come true. The words have really kept me going over the years- the words are real to me.  Thank you Bret, you have inspired my passion for writing more times than I can count.

Lisa Faith Bragg

Chapter 1

As we drove into the small town, that was going to be our new home, I felt sick. I had been writing in my diary just minutes before about how much I missed my old home town. I was so tired of moving, but my dad’s job sometimes keeps us on the move.

As my sister, Candi, and I sat in the back seat, I could see her smiling about something. She didn’t mind moving, but I did.

As we drove through the strange, new town, our mother pointed out what would soon be our new high school. I was sick at the thought of having to make new friends all over again. Candi was good at making friends, but I wasn’t. So, when she made new friends, we would like of share them. It made it easier to go to new schools, because we were only a year apart.

I guess it would be nice if I was to introduce myself. My name is Amanda Love. I’m a shy seventeen-year-old teenage girl. I have long blond hair, blue eyes and I weight about 105 pounds. I’m getting ready to start my junior year of high school, and it makes me feel kinda funny, knowing that I will probably be the only girl in my class that doesn’t have a steady boyfriend. I’ve never really had a boyfriend, and never really have been interested in finding one. Although I have had many offers, I have never seriously dated anyone.

My sister, Candi Love, well she’s a lot different than me. Our mother is always telling us that we are as different as day and night. She’s right; we are.

Candi is not shy, and it doesn’t intimidate her to talk to anybody. She sorta watches out for me and takes up for me when someone older and bigger than me wants to harass me or beat me up at school. We look a lot alike, and sometimes I’ve had to take up for myself, especially when someone thought I was Candi, and they wanted to fight her. Like me, Candi has long blond hair and blue eyes; also, like me, she weighs about 105 pounds. Maybe people say we could really pass for twins, but we are just sisters. Candi is eighteen, a year older than me, and she is preparing to start her senior year of high school.

Candi has planned to join the cheerleading squad, and she has encouraged me to do the same. I knew she would be able to make the team, as Candi is popular, no matter where she goes. I had my doubts about making the squad, but I had promised her that when school started, I would try. School would be starting in about a month, and we would find out then if I had what it would take to make the team.

As we pulled up the driveway to what was to be our new home, I looked up and saw this beautiful two story house. It was white, with black trim around the windows. And I could tell from the car, that it had a big back yard. It also had a lovely, spacious porch.

When Daddy stopped the car, everyone but me, jumped out and ran to check out the house. Candi must have thought I was right behind her, because at one time, she was talking to me, and then when I didn’t answer her, she became aware that I was falling behind her; so she stopped and waited for me to catch up.

Candi was glad to be moving to a new town, new home and a new school. She knew I was downhearted about leaving the home I had grown to love; but as hard as she tried, she was unable to understand me, and why I didn’t like going new places. She loved going to different places, different schools, and meeting new people. Daddy is in the trucking business and on the road most of the time--and Candi had accepted the fact that his work would keep us moving around.

When she stopped to wait on me, she just looked at me, with a warm, understanding smile. Softly, she put her arm around my shoulder and said, Amanda, cheer up little sister--this is going to be great. I bet some really cute guys live around here, and besides, this year is going to be our last year together before I go away to college.

The thought of Candi leaving me, made me sick to my stomach. I had asked Candi if she would wait a year until I could go away with her, but I knew she couldn’t wait to get to college. And besides, who wants their little sister tagging around them at college. Nobody, and certainly not Candi.

At that moment, we heard a couple of motorcycles coming down the road. When, we turned around to see who it was, we saw that it was two guys, on two different motorcycles, and as they drove by, Candi waved at them. After that, we knew we had to hurry to the house, because if Daddy saw us flirting, he would question why we were doing it.

Our parents believed that, we were sweet and innocent. We were good girls, and Candi and I were both still virgins. Candi had more experience than I did. She had dated, and I guess played around with a few guys, but she always reassured me that she had never gone all the way. All, I had ever done was kiss a few boys. I had had a few dates, but they were always double dates, with other couples.

When the two guys passed by, they just kind of looked and headed on uptown. I saw the way Candi looked at one of them, and the look on her face gave it away--she thought the guy was cute. I didn’t get that good of a look at the guys, but I, too, could tell they were cute; and I could also tell that they were much older than us.

That evening Candi and I were up in our own rooms unpacking. I didn’t like being separated from Candi as we had always shared the same bedroom, and it gave me comfort knowing she was there. But here I was, in my own room, and there she was in her own room. Candi and I had a long talk about this, and she told me how we needed to learn to give each other more space, or she would be lonely when she went off to college--and so would I.

I knew she was right, and I did understand why she needed her privacy. But still the thought of growing up with Candi going one way and me another badly scared me.

As I stared out my bedroom window, I felt myself wanting to find