Jam's Fallen Angel

Chapter 7

I slipped my shirt on while tying my shoes. Jeremiah got close to me and fixed strands of my hair before we heard the Father walk in and sat down asking if Jeremiah finally had something. Jeremiah waddled to the window while pulling his pants up making me stifle a laugh. "Alright, Father, here it is. About two weeks ago I went to my cousin's wedding and one of the bridesmaids asked me if I wanted to take a bath." Jeremiah lied through his teeth glancing at me.

"No." the father responded. He continued, "Built like you wouldn't believe. So I gave in to temptation about a block away from the wedding reception at this motel that charges by the hour." He paused waiting for a response. The father then told him to continue eagerly. "Well when she peeled off that gown, you'll never guess what was underneath." Jeremiah responded. I leaned against the wall so the father didn't see me. I laced my fingers with his feeling of butterflies in my stomach again.

The Father named every sinful lingerie he could think of as we slipped out still holding hands. Once we went outside I faced him, "We lose it to each other on the confession booth floor in a church, and not even minutes later you talk about another girl. You broke my little heart." I said to Jeremiah, making a sad smile. He laughed, grabbing my head and kissing me. He noticed my jacket wasn't one so he got his jean jacket draping it over my shoulders.

"Oh, I almost forgot! I'm a bad mother." I said dragging him to my hiding spot. "Mother ?" Jeremiah asked. He looked at the puppy as I picked him up, holding it in my arms. He picked him up, cradling it. He cooed at him as I did. He looked at me dearly, "Baby, we're parents." He said smiling. I laughed and kissed his cheek. A voice got his attention. We shared a look and walked towards it. He handed me the puppy and kissed me before he walked closer to the stage.

Jeremiah walked up the stage grabbing the megaphone from his mother. "How's it going, mom." He asked earning gasps from his mother and the crowd. "J-Jeremiah." She stuttered feeling embarrassed. "I'll ask nicely first, mom can I have my drum sticks back?" His mom looked at him in horror "Drum sticks are the least of your worries young man. You ran out on god! My son ran out on god! you are in a world of-'' He interrupted her once more. "Trouble? I've been in trouble for the past 12 hours. HELLOOOO !" He then continued while I stared in amazement at the boy who has my heart.

"I'm gonna be spending the next two years of my life at St. Bernards Boarding School, remember?! I'm gonna be out of your hair until I'm a legal adult, remember?! That way all you have to do is go to church, light a candle, pray to a little statute for me, and voila! All is forgotten, right mom?! Then, you can spend your days' guilt-free pursuit of more constructive activities like telling everybody else how screwed up their lives are! That way you no longer need the patience and understanding required to talk to your own son on a normal plane! That way you don't even have to think about how tough it was for you growing up, and it's a good thing too. Cause if you did, you'd realize what a LOUSY, GODDAMN, SHITTY-ASS PARENT YOU ARE!!" He shouted as the crowd gasped staring at the scene unfolding in front of them. I looked at him dearly being proud.

He had finally stood up for himself and I know he is gonna be happy telling the boys. I looked at his mom now seeing her in tears from realizing because of how hard she tried protecting her son she ended up hurting him. "Jeremiah... What's gotten into you?" She croaked.

He glanced at me and sucked his teeth, bringing the megaphone to his lips facing the crowd. "I just lost my virginity in a confessional booth with a girl I've had a crush on and am now taking a puppy as our child until I give her a real one! Lord have mercy!!" His mother gasped looking at me then recognizing me. He turned to her covering me from her view. I took his words into realization making me blush again.

"For the last time mom. Let me have my fucking drumsticks. Please." She nodded thankfully he had at least said please and turned around to walk towards a trash can filled with KISS stuff. On the top were wooden sticks but once she lifted them you could see one of them was broken in half. He took them inspecting it and looked at his mother before responding, "Cute." Dropping the broken stick walking off stage.