Deranged Love

Chapter 5: Good or Bad?

Sunday.

The day I hate most is here. Why do I hate it? My family is " Christian " and goes to church every Sunday. We go but none of us act Christian so I'm not sure why we bother. What am I saying? Of course I know! It's so everyone sees how perfect our family is.

I look around at the normal and beautiful smiling girls and can't help but wish I was one of them. They were in their dresses and talking to their groups of friends whispering about some guy while sipping coffee.

Their basic.

That's all I want to be.

The preacher starts talking but as usual I zone him out, I have nothing against Christians or any religion but if you're just here to look good then you are the definition of a bitch. I see a couple holding hands whispering back and forth, the girl smiles at what the boy says and they seem to be in their own little world.

I wonder what it would be like.

I've never been in a relationship because I've never found anyone who I feel that way towards, I see everyone as friends or enemy's there is no in between or crush category. I want someone different and everyone I see is just a clone of the person next to them.

Is there anyone left who hasn't been influenced by society and is actually their own person?

Think about it! Girls think that they need to be skinny as a twig and have long legs and their face coated with makeup to look presentable and guys think that they have to act tough and have the newest shoes.

" I'm going to the bathroom. "

I whisper to my mom who nods in return. I stand up from the pew and head to the bathroom with my head down, starring at my feet as I walk. I open the bathroom door and my mouth drops as I see the preachers son with some girl I don't know who's sitting on the counter with his face in between her legs.

I've never gotten to know the preachers son but what I've heard is all good and everyone loves him, every time he drives by us we can hear his gospel music blasting threw out his car and I've never even heard him say a curse word or even a word that could be remotely classified as a offensive word so of course I'm shocked by the scene before me.

The girl pushes him away as soon as she sees me and quickly pulls her pants up embarrassed.

" Ummm I'm just gonna go. "

I finally say pointing to the door awkwardly. The preachers son finally registers what's happening and stops me.

" Please don't tell anyone my dad will kill me. "

He says to me.

" I'm not going to tell, just because your dad is a Christian doesn't mean you have to be, it's your life and you chose how to live it. "

Even if you do chose to live it with your face in between a whores legs.

" So sense you're here...wanna have a three way? "

I'm so shocked by his question I stare at him for a minute waiting for the words " just kidding " to fall out of his mouth but they never come.

" I don't have three ways, it's not my kinda thing. "

" And what is your kinda thing? Doing homework every Saturday night by yourself? Come on live a little. "

I ignore his comments and go to exit the bathroom deciding to just wait until I get home to use the bathroom but he grabs me by my arm, I glare at him.

" Don't you want to get rid of that goody two shoes image? "

He ask me and I clench my fist.

" A image is merely a picture, you can take a picture of a person who is smiling but that doesn't mean that person is happy. So just because people have this image in their head that I'm little miss nice doesn't mean I am, no one truly knows me and if they did they would run. "

He looks taken aback but quickly composes himself with a smirk plastered on his face.

" So what I'm hearing is your not a good girl at all? "

My anger rises and the next thing I know I punch him as hard as I can in his nose causing him to stumble back a little, he holds his nose and I see a little blood drip from it.

" Does that answer your question? "

I ask him glaring.

" Oh and if you tell anyone I caused that nose bleed not only will you have a bruised ego from getting your nose broken by a girl but you will also have a reputation of being a man whore because I will tell everyone, including your dear father about what I walked in on. It's just one girl I walked in on but people hear and they assume. "

I say shrugging my shoulders and walk out leaving them stunned.