Unholy Submission

CHAPTER 19

 If you are a homo, heads up, there's a warning

  I sigh for the umpteenth time this morning as I Knott my tie getting ready for church. I begin rummaging through my drawers looking for my socks and that's when I heard someone knock on my door.

"Come in" I said and the door slowly opens revealing mom in a yellow floral dress.

"Good morning" I mutter forcing a smile which she seemed to have bought.

"We haven't seen you since yesterday, you didn't have dinner and now I get ready for church before you" she said looking a bit concerned but I just concentrated on my socks.

"Is anything wrong honey?" she asked slowly walking over to me.

   I could feel the stinging in my eyes, I needed to get rid of her before a tear slipped.

"I'm fine" I croaked and she didn't look convinced but still nodded and politely left my room.

   Immediately the door closed, I slowly sobbed while curling up in a ball. I was making little whimpering noises till I heard the car honking meaning that dad was already in the car.

  I grabbed some socks, probably two different pairs and put them on followed by my shoes. I rushed outside and I was the only one not in the car. I got in and Prim gave me a look which seemed like she was asking how I was doing, I just nodded and she mouthed an okay before turning the other way. She always preferred to look out the window when she was not the one driving the car.

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  We arrived at church just in time for the service to begin and as we all walked in, I couldn't help but notice a familiar suited man sitting at the front row.

  Maybe it was someone else, as I walked further I noticed the perfect hair styled in a quiff. The tender beard and then I saw his face.

What in hell was he doing here

  I began to hyperventilate without even noticing until Prim held my hand and squeezed it. I looked at her and she mouth 'it's okay'. I nodded nervously and we went to our positions and that's when Isaiah noticed me.

  He smirked at me but I gave no facial expression back. My face was just blank and I just stared at the podium where my dad stood.

  We began with an opening prayer and I squeezed my eyes shut using this opportunity to stop any potential tears.

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   It was now time for the word of God, I immediately took out my bible as required. I could feel the intense staring, Prim was glaring at him and I don't think he noticed because his eyes were fixed on me and I prayed that no one noticed because he was sitting at the front row.

   I was nervous fiddling with my fingers as I awaited to hear the topic of the service.

"Today's topic..." I payed keen attention as he spoke.

"...Homosexuality"

Why me

This is your warning

  Immediately I heard the topic, my face went pale and Isaiah noticed and he coughed a bit but seemed unshaken by the topic.

"You may all turn to the book of Genesis chapter 1 verse 27 and 28" my shaky hands began flipping pages as I opened the book and read the words.

  Prim was too busy staring daggers at Isaiah to notice that I was on the verge of a breakdown. As he spoke on the topic, I began to get a queasy and guilty feeling in my stomach. This usually happens when I sin in between Sundays and then I come to church and get indirectly reprimanded.