Father Calloway's Retreat For Misguided Adolescents

Last goodbyes, Sheila Kibble and a priest in the woods

Hiya gang, its Cerys sorry we haven't updated for months but this has been sitting on my laptop for too long now and this is where it all starts to heat up! Enjoy

Last goodbyes, Sheila Kibble and a priest in the woods.   

The wind whipped though Mary’s inferno of ginger hair, that was being blown around her head like... Like hair, when you’re on an incredibly fast moving motorbike...

Beryl must have hit a pebble or something because suddenly the frame of the bike jolted upwards and Mary encircled her arms, tighter,  around Jesse’s muscular torso so she wouldn’t fly off and die! Father Calloway’s was about five minutes away according to the map on the phone she had just slid back into the pocket of her incredibly skinny, skinny jeans. She closed her eyes and let the wind run through her hair. She was tempted to raise her arms to make the whole moment feel cliché and like a moment from a film. But she didn’t in case of the worst case scenario- death again.

After a while Jesse made a gulping noise. Mary opened her eyes and realised why.

An enormous gateway stood ahead, the metal grey gates where held open and above the spiky, jagged bits ‘decorating’ the top of the metal structure. There was a large, slightly rusty, lopsided sign that read, ‘Father Calloway’s Retreat for Misguided Adolescents.’

“Aww. Shitbag.” Mary said after a while.

It didn’t get any more pleasant, because after Jesse drove Beryl through the gateway, there was a long, winding road that went into the forest that seemed to block out most light.

The bike suddenly swerved left.

“Christ, Jesse!” Mary cursed.

“I can’t see a goddammit thing!”

Jesse replied, pushing his Armani sunglasses on to the top of his head, pushing back his perfectly combed, blonde quiff.

As Beryl took them deeper into the woods Mary was reminded of when her and Will would stay up all night playing Slenderman, to annoy Mina who would cry every time she heard even the word, ‘slender’.

She shivered and dug her face harder into Jesse’s back.

“Mary,” It was Jesse’s voice, “Hey Mary, I think we are here, can you let go of me, so I can go back to my normal breathing pattern.”

Mary let go of Jesse and he took a sharp inhalation of air.

As she took in her surroundings, Mary thought to herself, Well, I thought it was going to be hell, but the shower blocks look nice enough.

There was a large main building, that had pebble dash coating the walls, multi-colour stain glass, a large cross stood on top of it and she guessed that was the church. There was also a smaller building to the right that said, “Welcome!” and to the left was a large block of shower cubicles in a nice-enough looking block.

She was about to swing her leg over Beryl when she remembered how tight the jean situation was. So she shuffled foreword and tried to twist her body. But as Mary was... Mary, she slid of Beryl backwards and landed on the floor.

“Jesse!” Mary whisper, shouted, “Some help... Please!”

He quickly jogged over and pulled her up.

She quickly pushed back the mass of ginger that was stuck to her wind swept cheeks, and put her hand on her hips. Trying to look cool and suave.

Mary decided that the best idea was to head towards the small building with the welcome sign.