UNLESS THEY KILL GOD

CHAPTER ONE

Robert turned off the lights in his study as he threw his head back and sighed. Going through his bible was nothing tiring.

But having to do it over and over again just because he wanted to take his mind off things didn't sit well with him.

Nor the fact that he did it to get himself occupied as he waited for his daughter to get home.

No father would find it tiring waiting for his daughter to get home. But in his case, he did.

If only his Angela was working then it'd be a different case.

A preacher's daughter was out in strip clubs, losing her way. She was outside, ruining her father's reputation.

The most loved preacher in all of The Black Beverly Hills had a wayward daughter.

Things were just so hard for Robert. It had never been the same ever since they lost his wife, Lois.

Eight years without her had been hard, was still hard. She had left a void in their hearts.

Angela's behavior had gotten worse with time. He thought time would heal her wounded heart but he was very wrong.

She let hatred into her heart and it was killing her.

The preacher's daughter hadn't been to church in eight years.

Eight years.

The doors banging shut and the shuffling of keys snapped him out of his thoughts.

He could finally breathe.

It really wasn't safe outside but his daughter didn't listen to anyone.

Maybe it was his fault that she turned out this way. He couldn't control his daughter.

He was so lenient with her, now what could he do with a grieving fifteen-year old.

And he was very much grieving too. So he spent all his time at the church, trying to pray away and preach away his sadness.

Too much time he spent away from his family, forgetting that he had a teenage daughter to take care of.

His older daughter, Claire had her own family to take care of even then.

A family hated by their own society. But that was a different topic to think about on a different day.

He hadn't seen Claire in such a long time.

"You're still here preacher?", Angela slurred.

She reeked of alcohol. Only God knew how she made it home in this state.

Knowing his daughter, she had no friends and she made no friends.

Robert pushed himself out of his seat and made his way towards his little girl.

"Let me help you, you need to sleep", he said softly.

With how sloppily she was walking he feared she might hit her head or something. She wasn't even in a state to walk.

Not to even talk about driving.

"So how did she even get home in one piece", Robert wondered.

His voice was so soft, it was like he was trying to convince a little girl to go to bed.

"Let go of me, I can help myself", Angela pushed her father's hands away.

She stood on her wobbly feet, her shoes under her armpit and her handbag already on the porcelain tiled floor.

Her eyes were already puffy and her hair was all over the place. The extensions weren't helping either.

Her makeup was also streaking down her face. In all, she just looked like one huge, gigantic mess.