BROKEN By: RONNEA STILES

James

James 10

Church had finally ended and everyone started to fellowship. I walked around trying to find my parents, in reality I really wanted to see Queen here, I wanted her to know I was sorry. As I walked I accidentally bumped into Sylvia. Her bible had fallen down, she bent over to pick it up. I couldn't help but stare at her ass. It looked nice and round in that tight fitted knit skirt she had on. She got up and smiled at me. Sylvia had a beautiful smile, overall she was just a beautiful girl.
"I'm sorry bout your bible".
"Don't apologize to me . . . apologize to him".
She pointed her index finger towards the ceiling.
We both chuckled.
"I will most certainly make note of that".
"Good . . . today's lesson about keeping hope in God was wonderful. I wish my father was as good as yours".
"Well, I'm sure he is".
She gave me a slant smile then fixed her long hair.
"We should maybe go out sometime".
I gave her a weird look.
"To discuss about the upcoming play of course, duhh!"
"Ohhhh yea! You're right . . . the play".
She giggled at me a little.
That's when her parents called for her to leave.
"Well I bests get going now . . . so I'll call you later tonight".
"Great and I'll answer".
I smiled brightly at her as I watched her walk over to her parents.
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We closed up church, now only my father, mother, sister, and me all sat down in the church. My sister Caroline started to speak.
"I knew that girl wasn't gonna show up, she was probably just some sneaky girl who was good for getting money out of people".
"Caroline Shutup! You don't know anything".
Everyone stared back at me with a stunned look on their faces.
"Oh well excuse me I'm sorry James for talking about yo lil thieving girlfriend".
She snickered.
I rolled my eyes now angry.
"Well I just hope the girl enjoys that two hundred dollars I gave her".
My father kept quiet and I wondered why.
"She promised me she will come to church . . .mom this girl really needs help".
"Hunny I can't give her help if she doesn't want it".
"Why are you so interested with that girl?"
I looked over at Caroline.
"I'm just trying to do Gods will and get her closer to him".
That's when my father then interrupted me.
"That's good son I love hearing that from you but it's like your mother said if she doesn't want to receive help then we can't give it to her, all you need to worry about is playing football and staying close to God yourself."
"Dad it's the summer I don't need to trip off football".
"How do you expect to be the best if you don't practice?"
I hate when my father spoke about football like that, always wanting me to be the best and for me to be perfect. If I ever looked average on the field or wanted to look average, he gets mad. I couldn't deal with my father, I'm tired of him telling me what to do, I didn't even like football but I played it so much I just became great at it. Now, my father wants me to become an NFL player, something I think he wanted to do but couldn't. Only thing is that path just wasn't for me, my dad was a good man but that was only when it came to The Lord he honored and praised, but he never came to realize how much he thought anything I did wasn't right, and today I just didn't have time to hear him criticize me about my actions. I got up and started putting my jacket on.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm leaving dad . . . I don't have time for this".
Before he could even put the words to say "Get back here" together I had already walked off.