THE PREACHER'S KID

Chapter 16: Cold Shoulder

Its has been over a month since I was put out my parents house. I call my mom everyday. She be wanting me to come home and work things out. I'm willing to talk and dicuss t out correctly,  but my father is too stubborn. And yes , he will let his pride get the best of him. But I see where he gets it from. His father. See, my dad grew up in a strong church family in the south in North Carolina.  My grandfather was a well known pastor. It was my grandmother, my grandfather, my father, and my uncle Steve. My father and uncle were very close. They were really lke best friends. But as soon as they got older, something terrible happened. My uncle and my father were walking home from school, and they were stopped by this man who was a construction work around town name James.

"Hey David, Steve."

"Hello Mr.James"

"So how was school? "

"It was fine. We are on our way back home."

Said my father

"Well your parents stepped out for a few and they ask me to keep an eye on you when I get back."

It was something about this man that my father didnt like. He say whenever he gotta feeling in his gut about someone, he stays far away from him.

"Its ok Mr.James, we got this. I will make sure all the doors,windows are locked. And to not answer any doors unless its our parents."

"Well, sounds like you were raised properly.  I will leave you guys to it and keep it between us men."

"ok bye Mr.James "

My dad quickly grabbed his brother and walked home. As they got to their home, my dad looked at my uncle straight in the eye.

"You best stay far away from that man. He look like trouble."

"Who Mr.James? he's nice dave, why stay away? All because you choose to be anti-social? "

My dad was 13, and he already know about the birds and the bees. He also know when theres a creepy ass pervert, trying to prey on little children.  And Mr. James, was one of them . He just doing what any other child would do for there sibbling, protect them at all times.

"Steve you only 9, you dont know better. And i'm not anti-social,  I just barely trust people.  Especially, outside the family. Look you my brother, and I love you dearly. I'm just protecting you. Promise me that you wont be near him........ PROMISE ME STEVEN."

"OK DAVID. I PROMISE. "

"Good. now go wash up while I go to the store til momma and daddy get back. Lock all doors. Make sure you listen to three knocks. So you will know its me okay?"

"ok, I got cha."

As my father walked to the store to gt some bread so they can have a sandwich while doing their homework, Mr. James was hiding at the other side of their house. My  uncle steve was in the shower. He thought he locked all the doors, except one. The back door. So as he shower and slipped on some sweatpants and tee shirt, he walked back down stairs to the living room, to start his homework and listen to the knock for his brother to come in. All of a sudden, you heard a voice.

"Didnt ya parents told you to make sure ALL THE DOORS WERE LOCKED?"

Uncle steve was scared to see Mr.James snuck into his house. As he walked closer to my uncle, He felt helpless due to the fact that he is so small.

"Mr.James, you should get goin now, my brother dont want you here. And I dont wanna get in trouble. "

Mr.James walked in closer to little boy steve as he unbuckled his jeans and licked his lips as he responded,