Between faith & freedom

Between faith & freedom

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Chapter One: The Weight of Two Worlds The scent of burning sage and leftover Sunday dinner lingered in the air, clinging to the walls of the small apartment like a silent prayer. Naomi sat on the edge of her twin-sized bed, exhaling a slow stream of smoke toward the cracked ceiling. Gospel music hummed faintly from her mother's bedroom-soft enough that she could pretend it wasn't there but loud enough to remind her she was still under God's watchful eye. She laughed a little to herself. If He was watching, He already knew. The joint between her fingers burned low, flickering against the dim glow of her anime-filled laptop screen. YOLO, she thought, inhaling deeply. If she was going to stress about midterms, she might as well do it with a buzz. Naomi had spent her whole life walking the tightrope between expectation and desire. The church girl who knew every scripture, yet found herself craving the weightlessness that came with defying the rules. A free spirit in a world that wanted her bound. She loved her mother, respected her grandmother, and still felt the echoes of every "amen" that had been spoken over her life. But she also loved late-night walks under city lights, the feel of cool air against her skin after a long hit, and the way anime transported her to worlds where the lines between fate and free will blurred.
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PROLOGUE A small boy lies curled up in his bed, trying to hide himself. The screams and shouts of his parents echoed throughout the empty, cold house. A small toddler girl, snuggled in his arms, fusses in her sleep. A loud crash, followed by a cry of pain, makes the boy flinch and tear up. He pulls the baby girl close and covers his ears. 'Dad is hurting mom again' The boy cries softly, so as not to be heard, weeping at the unfairness of the world. Hours later, his bedroom door opens, and a soft hand touches his cheek. "Ian, my baby boy, I've got to go for a while, ok?" A woman's voice calls softly. The boy sits up, wiping his tears. "How long will you be gone?" The boy sniffles. "Mom is going to live with Uncle Sam for a while, just so she can make dad's company bigger. Make sure you take good care of Naomi. Don't forget to clean up after yourself, and get good grades in school." The boy's mother ruffles his hair and kisses him on the cheek. "I love you buddy. I'll be back in a few years. I know that sounds like a long time but, I'll be back before you know it. I just have to make dad happy." The boy nods, refusing to cry. 'I have to protect Naomi. I'm alone now.' the boy thinks to himself, determined. His mother stands up and walks away, her feet softly padding down the hallway.

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