You're As Bold As Your Daddy
1311 Words
Pierce The Veil- The Jaws of Life
B.B.:
Fresh Start Baptist is a very beautiful church. Sitting here surrounded by this beautiful community chases away the ugly resentment I've been feeling since Delilah's return. I've been coming here for a couple of weeks to watch Decarious sing with the other choir boys but he's not here today. This is the first time Ray Addams gives us an opening to approach. Victor wanted to see what Dec hides under the perfect composure he carries himself with but I couldn't let it happen. Not after what happened in that clearing. I've been itching to touch him. To make sure he was safe. Not that I haven't been sneaking off to make sure he is every chance I get.
"You're not here to cause trouble are you?" his deep scary voice startles me.
"Of course not, Pastor Addams," I bow my head.
"What are you doing here, Miss Blackstone?"
"We both know the answer to that, sir," I say looking up at the group of boys in the front of the church.
"Decarious doesn't know what he is,"
"I didn't either," I sigh. "Making him suppress who he is can be dangerous,"
"How so?"
"I love my sister and my dad but I fair better off without them," I glance at him. He nods. "He's burning up, sir. One oh two. Any higher than that and he'll go berserk. We've had one m******e in Hellbourne already. Not a big loss all things considered. I would be worried if he were to snap here or in school. It would be a big hit to the community you've established. You'd have to move,"
"He doesn't feed,"
"Every time he fights, every time he strikes a deal, he feeds. You know that. Devils don't feed off kills unless the reaper allows it,"
"I haven't been part of a stone in centuries," he admits. "Dec isn't going to be a team player,"
"That's not up to you to decide. We can do this the hard way if you like,"
"You've got two other devils to feed from,"
"And three crows," I admit. "How long did they give you?"
"Eight months," he answers. I place my hand over his. His jade eyes meet mine.
"I'm not asking you to accept me, Pastor Addams. I don't want to sit at your table and break bread with you. I want to give him a home. A place where he will be safe. I can be patient. Eight months isn't a long time. I know you love him. This isn't about you anymore. Isn't that why you brought him here? Why you built this place?"
"I ain't never been at the hands of mercy," he says. "I'll make a deal with you,"
"I don't think it would be a good idea for me to reap you," I pull away. "Both my reaper and my snake would be obsessed with him. It'll be dangerous for us,"
"Find me a reaper who can. I just want him to be safe,"
"He will be. Always. Even if he doesn't want to be with me later. I swear Decarious will always be taken care of. He will have a home and he will be loved,"
"I'd bless you-"
"Probably best if you don't," I laugh. "I have to check in with my sister but I'd like to come over with your permission tonight,"
"You're as bold as your daddy,"
"Father," I correct him.
"I have things to do. You'll have the place to yourselves. Thank you for what you did for him,"
"Thank you for not shooting my father in the face,"
"It was a close call," he smiles. It's a slight tug of his full lips. At this moment, he looks very much like Decarious.
"Victor would like a word,"
"I'd much rather speak with Lucien," he sighs.
"Lucien sent Victor. He's preoccupied," the words taste sour in my mouth.
"Let Delilah know I don't like the disrespect," he growls. "To either of us,"
Without another word, he gets up and begins to greet the parents of some of the choir kids. I stay a few minutes before I walk out. Victor is nowhere in sight. I sit at the bottom of the concrete stairs to wait for him. There's a group of girls across the street. They're watching me.
I reach into my coat and open up my Snapchat. I tap the first name. Stacy. She never stops sending me things. There are times when I go weeks without opening them. The first picture is of the two of us after our first day of school. As I go through the barrage of videos and pictures, I feel the group of girls approach. I lock the screen and tuck the phone back into my pocket.
"You lost, rich girl?"
My eyes land on the girl's red and black sneakers. I've never been into sneakers but I acknowledge the craftmanship of the Jordans on her feet. I look up to find an ebony beauty. Her dark jeans cling to her powerful legs like a second skin. The corset top matches her shoes. Her denim jacket matches her jeans. Her make-up is subtle, bronzy, and coquettish. I love the size of her eyelash extensions. They're the right volume for her pretty soft brown eyes. Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail. The baby hairs on her hairline are shaped into pretty swirls.
"Christ, you're gorgeous," I say pushing off the steps to stand on par with her. "You know that right? You're that b***h,"
"Flattery will get you nowhere," she laughs. Her friends all join her.
"Is it flattery if it's true?" I shrug.
"You hitting on me?"
"No, no. I've got enough pretty girls in my life. All of them are f*****g nuts. Where did you get your shoes?"
"Where'd you get yours?" she shoots back. I smile.
"A gift from my mother. What size are you?"
"Eight," fate brought me to these shoes. I swear.
"I'll trade you," I offer.
"Your shoes cost ten times these,"
"They're just shoes. To me at least,"
"What will your mama say?"
"I doubt she'll notice. I have many others,"
"Aight," she sits down and slips the sneakers off.
She takes her cute socks off and balls them up. I take my heels off and hand them to her. I take the socks out of her hand and slip them on before I put the shoes on. I don't want to get them sweaty or dirty. They're comfy. I stand up moving around liking the feel.
"Thank you. I love them,"
"You a weird lil white girl," she says slipping my-her shoes on. She wraps the straps around her ankles and secures them. They only amplify the roundness of her hips. Maybe fate brought my shoes to her. Or maybe, just maybe, fate brought the two of us together.
"They look great on you. I'm B.B. by the way,"
"I know who you is," she tucks her hands into the hoodie inside her jacket. "I'm Ticia. Short for Leticia,"
"We're leaving," Victor rushes down the steps behind her.
"Rude," she sneers at him as he walks over to his car. He ignores her as he gets in and starts it.
"The cute ones usually are," I laugh. "I'll see you around, Ticia,"
"I hope the f**k not, B.B.," she scoffs. I get in the car and watch as her friends all muse over the stupid shoes.
"Making friends, mamita?" Victor asks.
"I think so," I nod. "It would be a shame if I gave up my favorite shoes for nothing,"
"Well, si no. You can always take them back," he shrugs as he shifts gears.
"You're right. They all did smell amazing. Remy rarely enhances my senses for normies, but those girls smell like trouble,"
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