Jacob

Chapter 2

I look around the guest bedroom in horror. Walls littered with crucifixes and photo framed quotes from the literal bible. As soon as I walked through the door the parents took one look at me and just near fainted. I heard the mother mumble something about scheduling a house cleansing to her husband.

Now I have nothing against religions but I do have something against a life size Jesus "breaking" out of the wall.
Directly in front of my bed.
Where I'm meant to sleep.
For 2 weeks.
I pull out my phone and begin to type.

☞︎𝐁𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒☜︎

𝐉𝐚𝐲_𝐈𝐬_𝐆𝐚𝐲:
𝙱𝚊s 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍.

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬:
𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍? 𝙾𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍?

𝐉𝐚𝐲_𝐈𝐬_𝐆𝐚𝐲:
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎
𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚜

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬:
𝙻𝙾𝙻 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝?

𝐉𝐚𝐲_𝐈𝐬_𝐆𝐚𝐲:
*𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝟷 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎*

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬:
𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕...

𝐉𝐚𝐲_𝐈𝐬_𝐆𝐚𝐲:
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝙱as. HE'S GOING
TO WATCH ME WHILE  I'M SLEEPING !!!

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬:
𝙻𝙼𝙵𝙰𝙾! 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 with your new bestie but a promise is a promise I suppose. Send me your location.

𝐉𝐚𝐲_𝐈𝐬_𝐆𝐚𝐲:
*𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠*
𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍.
-𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰-

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I shake my head with a grin as I pocket my phone. Standing up I take one last glance at Jesus and shudder before I head downstairs. The hallways, as you can imagine, are just like the guest bedroom; Crosses and angels everywhere you look.

As I make it to the bottom of the stairs two pairs of heads turn to face me. Mr and Mrs Smith look at me then one another warily before giving me a smile.
"What can we do for you young one" even the way they talk is creepy. It doesn't help that apparently my roommate for the trip was a no show so I'm on my own for this.
"I just came down to let you know that I'm going out with a friend in a minute" Mrs. Smith smiles as she goes back to her wordfind.
"Ok make sure to be back before 8. That's our curfew"

I open my mouth to answer her when I hear a car horn honk outside. I wave the somewhat strange couple goodbye and head out the door to see a red convertible with Bas waiting in front of it.
"Your knight in shining armour has arrived" My idiotic best friend states as he bows down.
"My hero," I chuckle out whilst rolling my eyes "Nice ride by the way. How'd you score that?"

Bas motions for me to hop into the passenger seat as he makes his way to the driver's.
"It belongs to the family I'm staying with. Nice people, suuuuper hot mum and daughter"
I scrunch my nose up and cringe.
"Really Bas? You've been there for not even a day and you're already after the poor chicks" he simply shrugged and began to drive. Where? I don't know but I was just going with it. Anywhere's better then in that room with Jesus.

"Hey man if you saw them you would be hitting on them to" he states like it's the most reasonable thing ever.
"Slight problem with that logic Bazza boy"
"You like dicks I know, I know" he states whilst we pull up at a red light.
"Anyways. The dad is a teacher at our school apparently and he offered to give us rides to school if we wanted. But I figured you probably wouldn't show up most days and it's inhuman to get up before 8:20 so I declined" I laugh at the statement. I learnt long ago that anyone who wakes Bas before 8:20 is a dead man. The dude sleeps like a rock but is an absolute menace if woken up early. It's better to let him sleep in. Trust me. Last time I woke him up at 8 am I received a crack in my ribs.

"So where are we headed anyways" I ask my friend next to me as I begin to rummage through the glovebox for anything interesting. It doesn't last long as Bas slaps my hand away.
"Get out of that you fucking scavenger. If something goes missing or they realise their shit's been messed with it falls back to me" a dramatic groan escapes my lips as I sink back into my seat.
"Booooooringgggg" Bastion shakes his head with a grin.
"You're such a child sometimes Jay now c'mon we're here"

Sitting up I look out the window to see a small abandoned park in front of us. Play equipment and seats littered with graffiti and burn marks.
"We haven't even been in this town for 24 hours. How have you already managed to find this place?" The boy beside me just shrugs with his signature grin that has broken so many hearts.
"A magician never tells his secrets" and with that he is already out of the car and onto the climbing frame. And he calls me a child.