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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𝟖:𝟏𝟕 𝐏𝐌 | 𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
Meemaw kept the two Marajs inside of the house secluded at bay, seated compact on the living room's couch. The shotgun resting over her lap was enough terror in an object to hold the mother and daughter still, both filled with vain fear on the inside as much as the young teenager showed her worry on the outside, unable to suppress the feeling and express anything other than her true emotional state. Shaking against her mother. Quivering lips. Her tears fell in singles, distant in time but all still counted towards the red tint now at her cheeks down to her tight jaws.
Bey was holding it all together for the two of them regardless of her own panic in disguise. If she freaked out, Brittany would freak out and Brittany had the worst case of anxiety. Too many things could go wrong and again, another pause in time to wake the girl back up from another episode was not in the plans.
Several minutes would come and go and Bey was watching the clock, growing more angst the longer Trevor and Nicole busied themselves outside. Uncomfortable silence occupied the room throughout each second. Not to mention time was ticking exceeding her curiosity and the more they sat in stillness, Bey had pieced together a solid plan.
Looking out of the window over her shoulder, she sighs, "They've been gone so long now."
"I could put some music on again if you'd like?" Meemaw, quick to offer, perked her back.
She lounged no more than a few feet apart from the two, facing the window they'd had their back to. Every once in a while, she'd readjust the eight-pound-weighing gun and watch the Marajs tense in their seats.
"No." Bey belted out. Anything but placing another record in that damned record player. Even if Meemaw swore on her Christian life that it'd be true music that came from the vinyl, Bey was not betting on her to pull another fast one on her. She'd heard enough from the first record that just so happened to be her wife and the mistress. Silence would win here. "No, it's okay." She reassured the woman, shaking her head and calming the tone in her jittery voice again. "So, w- what's your real name?"
"Meemaw's fine."
In her head, Bey clamored in disbelief. How much more ridiculous could it get? Though she remained calm — duly respectful, for Meemaw to take in and for the sake of her and her daughter's lives at hand.
"Okay, Meemaw... Meemaw, I want to ask you something."
The elder would lean in, propping an elbow over the arm of the chair. Urging the mother to go on, "Yeah?"
