For every sin, there shall be punishment.
For every punishment, one must repent in sincere penitence of sin.
To whom be the glory, forever and ever... Amen.
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𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 | 𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
"Babe, do something!" Bey wailed, shaken up for the first few seconds of the cause.
She was caught up in a thick wad of judgments and unforgiving feelings up to here and wanted nothing but the neighbors as far away from her family as possible. Whether they'd been the cause or not, they needed privacy, tons of it, and not the eerie intrusion that came with their presence in response to her lenient invitation.
Brittany's abrupt incident had been agonizing and the final straw. Welcoming the two into their home was the first mistake.
Nicole immediately rushed to the girl's side, shaking her all but roughly with caution. "Come on, BritBrat. I'm here, sweetie."
Whilst watching onto the dramatic scene before her eyes, the eldest woman at the table stood just as harshly. "Oh, for Christ's sake. I gotta' use your pisser." The wooden legs of the chair squawked from the coarse-grained rug to the hardware flooring, giving rise to her annoyance as she too, threw down her serviette from her lap.
Though Bey kept her ears alert at full force now under suspicion, neither mother paid the woman any mind, too concerned and determined to get Brittany in a cooler location to coax her back to consciousness.
"Let's get her in the living room, okay?" Nicole urged, already lifting the girl's weight from the chair. "She just needs to cool off, she'll be just fine," still acknowledging the state of her wife's shock.
If Nicole was reading her correctly, she could detect the worry and anger in Bey's face all at once. And in her eyes that she'd briskly glimpse over and into while they carried Brittany out into the spacious room, the pain and envy that sat in those too.
For ten minutes, they'd kept track of everything that transpired with Brittany in the span of her senseless actuality. Her sparse but stable breathing, her altering body temperature — the fan Bey conjured up with a random piece of cardstock seemed to keep a steady breeze at bay, directly at her face but this had been, by far, the longest amount of time she was left unconscious. Under the impression, it felt like it had been longer than it was sure enough and Brittany hadn't flinched once, sitting up straight only by force on the sofa with both mothers at either side of her relaxed body.
"Wake up, baby girl, please?"
Until her eyes were fluttering open, Nicole remained close, Bey, even closer.
"Mama?"
"Yes, baby? I'm right here."
She had been holding her breath without awareness. Choking up even as Brittany slowly pulled herself together and quickly familiarized herself with her setting.
