Like All Things, It Too Shall Pass

Chapter Two: Jeremiah

"Grudges are for those who insist that they are owed something; forgiveness, however, is for those who are substantial enough to move on."

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Jeremiah

I didn't even get a chance to open the door when I heard my father's voice.

"I told you to stay away from that girl. Did I not make myself clear?" He asked me standing at the window still looking at the house next door.

"Yes you did father, and I'm sorry. But if you don't mind I would like to ask you a question." I said standing behind him.

"Yes son, what is it." He said lifting the Bible that was on the table and sitting down.

"Well I've been walking home with Amy since we were little, and you never had a problem with it, why now?" I asked him.

"Son, I understand where you're coming from, but there's no reason. I want you to give the girl some space, and you know the rules. You were too close to her. I'm going to tell you this one last time: stay away from her and let her deal with her own problems. I don't know what's going on but there's something about her I just can't understand, especially about her mother. When was the last time she came out of that house?" He said looking at me.

"Dad, her father just died. I wasn't expecting much. I won't get too close, but I'm still walking her home." I said.

"Very good, now go get ready for dinner." He said. As I was making my way up the stairs to my room, I heard him say, "Something needs to be done and quick." But I didn't give it much heed because I've been hearing things like that a lot, and I honestly didn't know what to believe in anymore.

Inside my room I opened the window to look across the street and stare at the house. My dad was right. It has been a long time since I last saw Amy's mom, but I decided to not let it bother me. My father said something weird was going on, and I could feel it too, but I had no idea what it was. I took off my school clothes and went to the basement to work out like always before taking a shower. A good two hours later I was sitting at the table for dinner while my dad was praying. When everything was finished, I went back upstairs and did my school work, as soon as I was finished dad walked in my room.

"Son, I'm going to the church and won't be back for a couple of hours, you're not required to stay here by yourself while your mother is at work, you can go anywhere, but I don't want you at Amy's house." He said before walking out. I waited a couple of minutes after he left and went knocking on Amy's door across the street.