"Are you sure you want to do this?" Asked Luz, concerned.
Hunter didn't speak, he had to do this though
Luz grabbed his hand. Sure none of them were real witches, but they could scare Philip with stuff from their game known as 'The Owl House" based on Luz' adoptive mom, Eda's obsession with owls.
It was Sunday, and the church was having a highly important mass. The five entered the "Saint Emperor's" church, sitting in a back pew. Hunter could feel his stomach twist, as Philip was now in sight.
"Children of the church. Today I have a very important message from God, and he is very, very livid. The media is corrupting our kids by making them believe that they are transgender and they are mutilating their bodies. I had a daughter once who believed she was one of these 'transgenders' so I did what every good person would do and took care of the problem. God does not like homosexuals or transgenders. They corrupt and shatter his view of the world. These abominations do not belong on his perfect green earth and we must get rid of them at all costs."
The church cheered at Father Wittebane's words, but the five teens in the back felt sick. Luckily Amity had recorded the entire mass in secret.
The church was now empty, leaving the children to sit in the back to think about what the fuck they just witnessed.
Hunter couldn't take it. He was used as an example and now he and his friends could get killed. Before he could leave, Philip spotted him. The four other teenagers surrounded him. " don't even think about it Philip. We're here to shut you down." Hissed Luz
Philip had grabbed Hunter by the shirt, but before he could do anything, Hunter's mother, father and older brother walked through the door
Night snatched her son, staring at him. Sunny had his fists curled, and Cyrus had a knife." There's no problem here, father Philip. Now, if you excuse us."
The group of eight were gone, with Hunter crying in his mother's arms.
After dropping each child off, Night sat in the back, caressing Hunter's tear stained cheeks.
Hunter was now at home in his pajamas curled on the couch watching cartoons with Riley curled up with him.
He wasn't sleeping tonight
Probably not for awhile
Call me Dana Terrace, because torturing Hunter is what I do best
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Galaxy Fam
RandomA small book featuring the lives of a silly blond boy, a 17-year-old sweetheart, a six year old chaos child and their toddler aged sister and their parents
