Caretaker | Urban

2.

A/N: this book is going to be really slow til like chapter five. sorry i gotta bore you to death for a while. Just gotta build background 💀 this is unedited btw.

Athena Kelly

Sundays are my favorite. My mother is a dedicated church member, so I tag along with her. I love the people in the congregation. They've always been sweet and kind. I also took it as an opportunity to bond with my mom and strengthen my spirit. My mom never forced any of us to go with her, so I wasnt yelled at about attending. I went because I wanted to. I could get out of the house and mingle with people at least one day out of the week.

Although my dad shares the same Christian faith as her, he rarely attends. Not because of his condition, he just never went. Now that I think about it, I had never even asked him why.

Amaru always stayed behind with him. She always tells my mom its to watch over my dad, but she tell me she just doesnt want to go. Why isnt she just honest? Who knows? She has a habit of lying for no reason.

I woke up to the smell of breakfast in the air. I glanced over at the clock on my dresser seeing it was nine. Flipping the covers off of my body, I got up to head out into the living room. My sister was apparently still sleeping because I didnt see her but my dad was sitting at the dining room table drinking coffee and reading some book.

He was an advocate for self help books. The amount of books he read and random studying of subjects he did made it clear to me that he was where my success in academics stemmed. My mom was never into school as much. She dropped out of college in her third year, which is always crazy to me because she was so close to finishing. But according her she was failing everything anyway.

"Good Morning" I yawned walking past my dad and into the kitchen.

"Hey, just on time" my mom smiled. "Here's your food. Take your father his please. And eat quick. You know you take forever to get ready."

I nodded grabbing the two plates from her. She had made grits and sausage. I wasnt the biggest fan of grits, but if it was what we had, i'd deal with it.

My dad smiled as I sat his plate down. "Thank you."

"Mhmm" I didnt like when people thanked me for regular things. I didnt think it was necessary.

I quickly ate my food while listening to my parents discuss random topics. When I was finished, I got dressed and waited for my mom in the car.

After about fifteen minutes, she came out fully dressed and we were on our way.

"After service i'm going to help clean. You can help if you want or just sit and wait for me" she let me know as we pulled into a parking spot. I nodded. I'd probably just wait.

Sadly, we were pretty late. That meant as we walked in everyone would turn around to stare and be nosey. It was a pretty big congregation, but that didnt stop the sound of someone coming in late from being loud and attention grabbing.