Malevolent

Part Seventeen

“This is no time for jokes, Father. Please”, Mike pleaded. He wasn’t in the mood for jokes. His head was about to explode from all the bad thoughts conquering it.

“Does it look like I’m kidding?”, Father John replied with a serious expression on his face. The wrinkles on his forehead always made him look like he was angry, even when he’s not.

Raimonda stood up and sat next to the priest.

“But Father, we saw a picture and he… She… looked like a guy”, she said. She was searching in her pockets for the picture, but luck didn’t want to be on her side.

Father John stood up in shock. His eyes were about to pop out of his head. He had something going on in his mind.

“What’s wrong, Father?”, Mike said as he stood up and held him. He thought something was wrong with him. He held him trying to keep his balance.

“Nothing”, Father John replied. “We just have to do one thing to make sure of something”.

What the hell did he just say?, Mike asked himself.

Sometimes he really can’t understand him.

And eventhough Father John is supposed to be here to help them, he's not doing a very good job.

"Don't say nothing", Mike shouted loudly. "We called you to come and help us and all you're saying is nothing. I don't even know where my son is. He might be with that witch summoning something and all you say is nothing?!".

Mike's tantrums can cross the line sometimes. But he did have a point.

What's the point of having a priest to help you if he doesn't?

"Mike, relax", Raimonda said, trying to calm her husband down. His eyes were as wide as a gigantic hole. His face was as red as a tomato.

"How am I supposed to relax when our son is nowhere to be found and right here we a have a priest that acts like nothing is going on?", Mike replied, counting to 10 to make himself feel better.

The priest seemed to be offended by Mike's words. He didn't see that coming.

"I'm trying to help, but we're not sure yet of what's going on around here", Father John replied with a careless expression on his face. "Oh and there was a letter and a box when you were at the hospital, can I have them?".

Mike looked at the priest suspiciously. He had something in mind. "How did you know about the letter and the box?", Mike gave Father John a look.

Father John didn't know how to reply to that question. He just stood still in his place with hesitating words coming out from him, "Uhm… Uh… Erm…".

"I'm sorry, Father", Mike apologized but he didn't mean it. "But we don't need your help anymore. You may leave".

Mike headed to the front door and opened it as like he was telling to him leave. Raimonda got shocked by Mike's behavior.

"Mike!", Raimonda said as her jaw dropped open.

"He's right", the priest replied. "I should leave". Father John got out of the house. Mike closed the door behind him and let out a sigh.

It was night. Raimonda was changing the place of the perfectly made sheets. She sank in the bed and covered herself. Mike joined in.

"What you did there wasn't very nice", Raimonda told Mike as she started to rest her head on the comfy pillow.

"What he was doing wasn't very nice", Mike replied. "I called him to help us when all he did was say nothing, nothing, nothing".

Before Mike could rest his head on the pillow, someone knocked on the door. "Who could it be at this very late time?", Raimonda asked.