GOOD RIGHT REVEREND

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

HONOR THE SON JUST AS THEY HONOR THE FATHER

"Dad, can Kiva and I go to the church's recreation room while you meet with Grandpa Jon?" Darius asked. "I'll watch Kiva I promise," he quickly added.

"Okay Darius please make sure that you don't let her out of your sight." Donovan clicked the door unlock button and looked into the back seat as Darius and Kiva climbed out the same car door. His gaze followed them as they climbed the steps leading to the church's entrance holding hands. He sighed deeply. The day had been going great until that phone call from Patrice and he had not been able to shake his brooding mood yet. Brocus had tried to change his focus but he was angry and it was eating him up. This attitude was the last thing he needed to have with him going into this meeting with his father.

"Will you come with me?" He asked Brocus. He originally thought that he would just go alone and try to keep Brocus out of the line of fire as much as possible but he needed an ally in the room. He knew his mother was going to be in there and as much as she loved him she would always side with his father. They were a team and had been all his life, they were old school his father ruled the roost. It would only make things fair to have you in there Babe you know how my mom and dad are, they will double team me if they have to, they want me in alignment to their wishes and I'm saying no.

Brocus looked at him and nodded with a smile. "Let's do it, I'm behind you all the way." Donovan didn't respond, he simply opened his car door and stepped out. He waited at the front of the car for Brocus and they made the climb up the stairs together. Donovan felt as if they were marching off to war and in a way it was a fight for his independence. He was about fifteen minutes late on purpose, you don't just tell a grown man where to be and when, you ask if they are available and then a time was agreed upon. The second strike would be bringing Brocus into the battle just as he knew his parent, they also knew that he and Brocus were a determined team. Growing up together, he'd helped Donovan win more than one battle with his parents. So few decisions about Donovan's life have actually been his own. He was usually influenced, coerced, urged and guilted into following their course if his resistance was too great into follow their plan which in their opinion was the wiser path to follow.

Donovan turned the door knob and stepped into the room with Brocus following close behind him. Usually he would allow Brocus to enter first but he wanted to keep his attendance a surprise right up until the least possible moment. He need to be as unpredictable as possible. Donovan was not deterred in seeing his father seated comfortably in the chair behind his desk. It was his way of asserting his dominance, his mom sat in a chair that had been pulled right beside him.

"Mom, Dad," Donovan greeted them and stood in the middle of the room. He wanted to smile when Brocus followed his lead and stood by his side. He refused to sit in the child's seat or at least that is the way he knew his parent saw things.

"Have a seat son," Jon directed, pointing at the seats across from the desk, the visitor to the office seat.

"I will Dad as soon as you are out of my seat." Donovan crossed his arms across his chest in defiance.

"Well, I don't see how it matters Donovan." Jon said flatly.

"If that were true, Dad, you would not be sitting in my seat so I'd appreciate it if you would allow me to sit there, after all this is my office."

Jon cleared his throat and stood up, he walked around the desk and took the seat he'd planned for Donovan. Eva quickly grabbed up her purse from atop of the desk and walked in the opposite direction to take her seat next to him. Donovan and Brocus took the seats they'd occupied respectively. Donovan remained silent, he decided that he would only answer the questions of his choosing that were asked. He would not volunteer any information that he did not feel relevant unless he was forced to do so.