With the shallow water there was no doubt I was going to hit the bottom of the lake, and sure enough, I did. Brandon immediately took action and jumped out of the boat as Damon sat there sending waves of his obnoxious laughter into the air. Brandon asked if I was alright, but I couldn't manage to formulate an answer. All I could think about was what was making Damon do this. Then, I finally managed to utter, "I think it's time for me to go home."
One day later, I wound up back in Georgia. I had planned to stay in New York for at least a week, but that was obviously cut short beyond my control. Everything had been cancelled prior to the trip, so I had no job, riding lessons, or appointments. Summer was not off to a great start. However, I did have a car and decided to head on over to Hannah's house for our first session of bible study. She kept insisting I come over to do it and was all pissed that I had gone away, but here I was - back in town.
Once I got there, our first topic of discussion was Damon. She told me how he had been texting her and just being an overall bother, and I intently listened still trying to piece the whole thing together. She kept going on, and there was no point in telling her that he had pushed me in a lake or followed me up to New York. Why frustrate her even more? I really wasn't one of those people to go around to others and infiltrate them with my personal affairs. Internalizing it was the best way to go - to an extent.
An awkward silence soon came about. Crap. It was time to begin. As an atheist, I was really against this whole bible study effort. In fact, it was really beyond me as to why the hell I even wasted the gas and time to drive over there.
We began, and I felt as though I was in a doctor's office about to have surgery. The hypothetical doctor had forcefully taken all my belongings along with my clothes, which held my superficial identify. Essentially, my mask had been taken from me and all of my flaws were being exposed to the world.
"Will it hurt?" I asked the doctor.
"Yes," he replied.
"Will there be side effects?"
"Most definitely," he responded with a mischievous smirk.
"Will I ever be the same?"
"No. Never quite the same."
I really had no desire to change. Why was I here doing this? Nothing would come of this. I began to get up and head for the door, but she just came after me and brought me back to square one. Ok seriously? I got up again, but she predictably dragged me back. Round three - same result. Alright, I'd go along for the ride for a little while. I took a seat and half-listened as she began reading things beyond my comprehension. About five minutes into it, I suddenly bolted from my seat and charged for the door. I was just grasping for the handle, and there she was, right behind me. Damn she was quick. We battled it out for a few minutes, and then I just decided to give in and mosey on back to the table.
She started up again as if nothing had just happened. I was half-listening since I honestly felt like shit for wasting her time like this.
"Now you read," she said. What? Me read? That's a good one. I was honestly totally against this and now I was being forced to say words from the bible. Give me a fucking break.
I went over there again the same week since I'd soon be leaving to go to New Jersey. We pretty much did the same boring crap as last time. Although I cooperated a bit more for the second time, I still purposely acted like a dolt on steroids just so she'd give up and forget about the whole thing. Did she? Of course not.
That night, I left her house around 10, which was actually the usual time since I was so difficult to work with. However, her forceful attempt to put up my hair also delayed my departure time. And I despise having any kind of girlish shit done to me, especially since I don't give a damn of how I look.
