My Guardian Angel (Liam Payne fanfiction) [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

My family rarely went to church. So, when we did, it was kind of a big occassion. I took the bandages off of my hands and foot. They hurt slightly, but I thought I could last an hour and a half church service without dying because of it.

Mom woke me up at eight thirty, giving me forty five minutes to get ready. I took a quick shower, which made my hands sting when I ran them through my hair, and brushed my teeth. Dressing in a bright red skirt and a loose white blouse, I put on some white ballet flats and met my parents at the car.

My church was small, but that was the way I liked it. The adults normally sat in the front, so my parents walked up to the second row to sit with their friends, and I hung in the back with my old youth group. We weren't a group anymore since the youth pastor had declared we were too old. They all regaurded me kindly, but I knew they could really care less about seeing me.

Pastor Josh was a tall man, with hair that was quickly graying, but his age didn't matter. You should hear his voice. Deep and loud. He started the ceremony with a quick reminder God was present and watching us at this very moment. Then he went into the lesson, which I thought was absolute fate.

"We all know abuse happens in every day. Mentally, physically, and verbally. It never seems to end," Pastor Josh said loudly, his voice echoing off the walls. He had my undivided attention. "Abuse is one of the many sins that is also one of the most painful. Have any of you ever known anyone that has or is being abused?" Serveral people raised their hands, including me.

"Exactly. Though we do not know exactly, since none of us have had a one on one conversation with God, I think it's safe to believe God does not like nor support this. At all." Pastor John made a dramatic slashing movement with his hands. Some people nodded their heads simutaniously, obviously agreeing.

"So what do we do? Most of us would probably tell them to go for help, and that's it. We don't try to help. We don't go up to them and give them a hand, and say, 'let's go get help for you'. And we wonder why other countries and those from other religions call us selfish.

"Tell me, what would you do if you were abused? Who would you go to right away?" Pastor Josh said, pointing to a random person in the crowd, his finger falling on the girl sitting three seats away from me. She looked startled by this, and said, "The police." The Pastor yelled, "Aha!' which made most people jump. I only watched curiously.

"Why go to the police? What good will they do? They can't protect you forever, physically abusing or any other kind won't land them in jail for life. Who's to say they won't get out and come find you? Ever hear of revenge?" he said, his voice rising into a yell. This was a very effective way in my opinion to get everyone's attention.

I couldn't think of anyone to go to besides the police, besides maybe parents who also, like Pastor Josh's beliefs on cops, couldn't keep you safe forever. After examining our confused faces, even the older people's, my Pastor smiled and raised a finger to the sky. "Who will always be there? God. God will always be there. He can always make it better." he said in an airy voice.

More people nodded in agreement, as if they'd gotten the whole 'God will help you' theory before. Pastor Josh spread his hands before us. "This was only one example. God can be here during anything, help you. Pray. All you must do it pray." he turned around to pick up his Bible, and I let a tear fall.

I looked up at the ceiling when everyone else's heads were bent in prayer, and said to myself, I'm praying. Please just end it. I can't take it anymore. This is going to end one way or another.