My Savior | First Love Series

Chapter 8

It's been a couple days since I've left my room. That means I missed four days of school, avoided Madaline for four and a half, haven't seen Scarlette since Saturday, and Jackson since Sunday. After I got home from the park, my dad immediately found my mom in the kitchen and told her that I was being corrupted by people who didn't worship god. He then went on and told unnecessary, and false information. Of course mom believed it. She never believes me over him.

After that whole fiasco, I told my parents that I was starting to feel sick, so they allowed me to stay home...after I convinced them that my work wouldn't pile onto me. Obviously, it was a lie- I'm not feeling sick at all. My thoughts had gotten to me, and I didn't know if I could face my friends.

Madaline always tells me to stand up to my parents, but I never do. I couldn't face Jackson after my father talked badly about him, and I did nothing about it. I just let him talk. Scarlette would for sure be disappointed in me, disappointed that I was weak against my parents. I would probably break down as soon as I saw them, balling out apologies along with tears.

"Nolan!" my father calls, his gruff voice sending tingles in my eardrums.

I know if I call out to him, he won't answer me. I swing my legs over my bed and trudge downstairs in my comfortable outfit, accompanied by my Naruto socks. My parents are usually-always in the kitchen, so that's where I head to.

They're sitting comfortably on our bar stools with tea and papers in front of them. My mom greets me as I come in, while my dad just looks up before going back to his papers. He's been giving me the coldest shoulder, and I might have an idea why, but it makes no sense.

"Yes?" I say, after some time. Neither of them spoke after my mom greeted me, so I did it for us all.

My mom opens her mouth to speak, but my dad cuts her off. I'm pretty sure whatever they had to say, my mom was going to sugarcoat it. Dad doesn't like to beat around the bush. It isn't his thing. We found that out long ago, when he exploded on us, because my mom was 'babying me' which will turn me into a 'little prissy boy.' My parents fought all day because of that comment. Nowadays, my mom just lets the comments slide. I wonder what changed.

"You're going to church," he states.

"Church?" I answer, in a question. It's a Thursday holiday, there are no services. My dad simply nods his head as my mom smiles sweetly at me.

"It's not an actual service, but the church is open, and you can visit the confession box," my mom pipes up.

She said it as if it's no big deal. It's a huge deal-they're sending me to confess nothing. My dad waits for me to say something else, but when I continue to stay silent, he puts his papers up before standing.

"This conversation has gone on for too long. Go shower, and put on appropriate clothing. Your mother and I will be waiting in the living room."

My parents stand, revealing their church attire. They had no intentions to go inside the church with me, but I guess they still wanted to look the part. They wanted to look like good, caring, christian parents when they're in fact only two of the three. My solemn expression does nothing against my mother as she holds onto my dad's arm. She chose him over me, again.

I rush back to my room before stripping myself of my clothes, and getting into my shower. The water is ice cold, sending chills over my entire body. I make no move to make it warmer, enjoying the feeling of the freezing water.