Pastor Holmes

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Erik

I observed the look of sheer terror on Jezebel's face and determined I didn't like what I saw. The girl looked as if she was going to shit a brick.

"I-I gotta go," Jezebel rushed out as she jumped to her feet. "I don't know how he found me. Um...thanks for the meal. It was sweet of you."

Sweet...that's what I was going for.

"Anytime. Let me walk you out."

"No. I-I'll be all right," Jezebel stammered. I ignored her protests, threw some cash on the table, grabbed her hand, and tugged her out of the diner. "Erik! Stop! You're going to get me in trouble!"

It was too late for her. The stormy look on her father's face spoke a thousand words, to the point where I was tempted to shove her into my truck and take her home with me. The look on his face said, "Wait until I get you home...alone."

"Daddy, I-"

"You just couldn't wait, could you? I knew you'd be out here acting like your name," he angrily said.

This must be why she hates her name. Her father uses it as a weapon against her. I can't believe I'm saying this but...poor thing.

"Daddy, it's not-"

"I don't want to hear another word! I'm worried about you because you didn't come home after school, and you're out here sinning with a grown man. I see I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson!"

I released a heavy sigh when Jezebel cowered behind me.

What the fuck am I supposed to do now? She's clearly afraid of him. I am flattered that Jezebel would look to me to protect her, but at the same time, her behavior is concerning. What to do? What to do?

"Last I checked eating wasn't sinning. Well...that depends on what you're eating," I said with a suggestive tone and a smile.

"Who are you?" her father growled, clenching his fists by his side.

"Erik King. I'm a friend of Jezebel's. Well...for now."

"Give...me...back...my...daughter."

"No...I don't think I will. She seems to like it with me."

By then, Jezebel was completely hidden behind me with her back to mine. She was shaking, and I could feel her heart thud through our backs.

"Jezebel, I swear to God I-"

I tsked. "A pastor swearing to God? I'm surprised Jezebel isn't spouting off about blasphemy. How did you find her? Did you track her phone?"

"JEZEBEL!"

I won't allow her to go home with him.

I had barely ended my train of thought when Jezebel broke away from me and ran to her father's car. She jumped in the passenger seat, and I could see the tears streaming down her face. I dragged my eyes to her father, and he had the nerve to smirk at me as if he won.

Little does he know.

I lit another cigarette and slowly approached Jezebel's oppressor.

"When I see Jezebel at school tomorrow, she better not have a single scratch, welt, or bruise on her. And don't think for one second that you can hit her where no one will see it because I'll make her tell me. If she doesn't come to school tomorrow, then I guarantee someone will come by for a welfare check. It could be me or the police. You're lucky Jezebel is 18 and CPS can't be involved."

"Stay away from my fucking daughter, or I will kill you," he snarled.

"That language isn't very Christian like, Pastor Holmes," I laughed. That was the last straw. Pastor Holmes unwisely stepped to me. Our noses were only a few inches away, and I could smell the vileness on his breath. He attempted to puff himself up to intimidate me, but the only man I feared was my father. Pastor Holmes was a couple of inches shorter than me with a lean build and a face that was meaner than a junkyard dog.

"Fuck you," he sneered. I nodded and took one last final hit of my cigarette before ashing my cigarette on his shoe.

"I like those dresses you put Jezebel in. They're sexy as fuck. I particularly love those white stockings. They're so innocent and virginal. Good job, Dad."

I could hear Jezebel scream when her dad punched me in the face. It was a good fucking punch. So good I could taste blood in my mouth. He grabbed me by the collar and spat one final word of warning.

"Stay away from my woman."

For the first time in all my life, I was deeply concerned about someone else. The man didn't even flinch when the words left his mouth. He hadn't realized the Freudian slip in his anger. I stopped the audio recording as soon as Pastor Holmes peeled out of the parking lot and emailed it to myself.

"That nasty fucker. No worries. I'll check on her tonight."

***

"Honey, how was your first day of school?" my mother cooed at me from across the dinner table.

"Helen, how the hell do you think his first day went? His face is swollen like a chipmunk. I've always told him that he'll run into someone bigger and stronger than him one day, and this is the consequence," Charles boasted.

"Disrespect my mother again, and my father will hear about it. We'll find out if the charges against him are true or not. Second, you're jealous that you couldn't swing on me. Third, I hope the couch is comfortable enough for you."

I laughed when I returned home and found a pillow, sheet, and blanket on the couch. My mother didn't fuck around when it came to her only son. It would behoove Charles to get with the program.

"Fuck you and your father. We all know your father isn't innocent. He is going away for life, and I hope he fucking rots. Actually, a life sentence is too good for him. They have enough to give him the death penalty," Charles scoffed before gliding his knife through his ribeye.

The silence hung thick in the air. My eyes ticked toward my mother, who was turning several shades of red. Her hand tightened around her steak knife, and I wouldn't be surprised if the blade ended up buried in his gut. She stabbed my father when she thought he cheated on her. Turns out, he was having secret meetings with a realtor to buy my mother an investment property for her birthday. It sucked for him, but he learned what would happen to him if he did cheat. With that said, if my mother could stab my father, whom she loved to death, she surely could do it to a man she slightly tolerated.

"It sounds like you had a shitty day at the office, Charles. I think my mom might have some Midol for you."

"Please...let's just keep the peace," my mother sighed. "I received a phone call from your school today."

"What for? I was actually on my best behavior."

"The football coach reached out to me and said he had a spot available for you with your name on it."

I rolled my eyes and mixed my glazed carrots with my mashed potatoes.

"I'll pass," I gruffly replied.

"I think you should take some more time to think about it before you turn down the opportunity. It would make your father so happy, and he'd be proud of you."

"He'd never get to see him play," Charles mumbled under his breath.

"Charles...dear, can you please leave my husband's name out of your mouth?"

I laughed with a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

What is it? Freudian Slip day?

"Ex-husband," Charles corrected.

"That's what I said," my mother huffed in frustration. "Anyway, I think you should give it a shot. It'll be a great way for you to make some friends. Speaking of...did you make any friends today?"

"You're asking a sociopath if he made any friends today."

This man is really fucking chatty today. That slap he got on me earlier really boosted his ego.

"I did make a friend today. In fact, I'm going to see her later tonight," I matter-of-factly said.

"Leave it to Eric to find him a piece of ass on the first day of school."

"May I be excused from the table?"

"Please go. I love you. Be home at a decent time tonight."

"Thank you, Mother. Charles, you know where the extra blankets are just in case you get cold," I commented before leaving the dining room.

I need to check on the future Mrs. Jezebel King. Some may call me delusional, but I have a way of making things happen. I always get what I want, and I want Jezebel Holmes.

10/22/2022

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