Preachers Kid (Book 1)

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Chase Pov

Both of my parents were ignoring me. It might seem like heaven but it was actually pretty annoying. Although I'm grown I still depend on them and I'm trying to get out of trouble because my concert is tonight.

I walked in their room and they were getting ready for there day "can I take you guys to brunch" I lean against their door

"We have to go to the hospital. Sister Patrice daughter is in the hospital. Some young person was texting and driving and knocked her right off the road" my father say

"I can stay in the car until you get done" my mother is going and if she can go then I can go

"Stay in the car? You need to pray a little" he knows I don't have am my certificate "let the Lord use you"

"Can I keep these jeans on" I ask

"Answer me this, if you go to a hospital and the pastor has on jeans, what are you going to do" I didn't bother answering I just walked to my room

I wasn't wearing a dress. I put on some slacks, flats, and a button down. "this look a little basic" I put a necklace and my earrings in. "I mean I guess"

They were waiting for me by the door. We got in my fathers car and he started driving. Speed limit is 20 on residential roads so why is he going 5.

I laid back and just scrolled on instagram. A lot of people were reposting the flyer and I was so geeked about it.

We got to the hospital and this man got to preaching and just spitting on everybody. He looked at me and my mother "sing to her"

I looked at my mother and she cleared her throat and I just know she was about to start a song that I probably don't know "There are days you feel giving up
There are days you feel you're left behind
There are days you think nobody cares
There are days you think it's the end
There are days, there are nights
But there's always a moment to rise"

I can rock with this "Give to Jesus all your burden, all your problems, all in all
Give to Jesus all your sorrow, all your worries, all emptiness
He will carry all, He will carry on, Give to Jesus, He will carry you"

We continued to sing back and forth. It was little challenging because she sings in an octave higher than me but I was able to hang.

We got to this place called Ellen's and we ordered as soon as we were seated.

"Okay" I say ready to get the conversation started because once we get our food we probably won't talk as much "I'm sorry about getting married well attempting to get married"

"Chase. I know you were raised so much better than that because I raised you" my father say

"I know daddy. I was trying to do what everyone else was doing" I say

"So everyone is getting married" My mother ask

"No! Everyone was drinking" I say

"Chase. I don't even know how to react" My father kept calling me Chase and it was bothering me because he never calls me Chase "I accept the face that your gay but to go and get married! Whatever I accept with you seems to be taken to the next level. You don't want to sing in the choir anymore and I'm okay with that but then you stop helping out around the church. I understand you're growing up but baby grow up with sense and respect for yourself"