On my Block Fanfiction

Where Spooky Goes

Oscar sits in the church pew. The pastor turns the other direction pretending like he doesn't see him.  "I guess all Saint aren't welcome here,"  Spooky says.

The Paster pauses for a second, looks at him, then he smiles before sitting.   

"Everyone welcome", he says.  "Although I appreciate good irony". He surprises Oscar by sitting next to him. Like he just any other  person. Like he holds no threat. Like he didn't just preach last weekend that Oscar was the problem, the vain of his existence. 

"Its not always easy walking around like I own the place."  Oscar says.   "Pretending like I don't value life at the slightest.  I should have been a damn chef  by now.  A beach house villa near  the coast of Spain serving  fillet minion to the rich for the big bucks. That was the dream, not slumming it here in free ridge."  He snaps.

"It's not too late," the pastor says.  "Your dreams can still come true."

Oscar laughs a pathetic laugh. "You got it wrong, its way to late.   Its been too late. It was too late the moment I was born."

"Now that ain't no way of thinkin boi"  The pastor strokes his beard and then fold his hands in his lap. 

"You know what I come from?" Pastor says.

"No," Oscar says rolling his eyes, "I don't."

"A deadbeat father,  a mother who slaved day and night just to make ends meet."

Oscar doesn't answer.

"We all come with challenges," Paster says.  "Problems handed down from the previous generation."

'Some of us more than others. " Oscar bites.  

"Anything  broken can be fixed,  in time, with the lords help."

"Don't tell me about the lord," Oscar snaps.  "The Lord don't listen to guys like me, with blood on their hands, dripping down their fingetips like some kind of poison."

Paster laughs.

"You think it's funny," Oscar asks?

"Boi you ain't lucky enough to be something as invincible as poison. You ain't nearly as destructive as you think you are.  You're human Oscar.  Just like the rest of us." 

"I just want to save him."  

Pastor sighs.  "So do it,  save your brother,  but know that hole you're digging just keeps getting deeper and deeper and deeper."  Paster looks at him with tired eyes.   "You see yourself as heartless.  but I've watched you grow.  watch you say God don't help  people like you, then fall on your knees and pray." 

"And it never works." Oscar snaps.

"Maybe you just keep praying for the wrong things.  For everyone's safety but your own. First your father then your mother,  that girl that you used to follow around."

"She used to follow me around"!

"Whatever," Paster snaps.  "All I'm saying is you keep searching for a way out, for everyone but you. If you go to that woman for help...." the pastor sighs. "Then so help you God."   

Oscar turns angry his expression changing into something he despises , something more like Spooky.  " Why you talkin like you don't know how deep I already am. There is no escaping," he says menacingly. 

The paster turns to him.  "Where there is a will there is always a way."

Oscar grinds his teeth." I didn't come here for a lecture."

"Then what did you come for?"

Oscar doesn't answer.

Pastor smiles , then stands.  "I pray god watches over you Spooky."