Login with:

Facebook

Twitter

Tumblr

Google

Yahoo

Aol.

Mibba

Your info will not be visible on the site. After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name.

We Express Ourseleves Through Sin

Septième Partie

Father Way's house was literally connected to the church. If you took the steps a little further from his office, a hallway connected the two buildings, leading to the top floor of the Way residence. The room I had been appointed to was a light tan color with a wood framed bed in the center of the far wall. Small flowers dotted the wallpaper and pictures of what I assumed was Father Way's family sat on the nightstand. The dresser, which matched the bed's frame, still had someone else's clothes in it. I stacked the boxes with my clothes in them beside it and flopped over onto the queen bed. It smelled like lilac laundry detergent and dust. It was obvious that the room had been neglected for months, maybe even years, but lived in somewhere along the line. It was clean, but had some dust.
I set my belongings around; The Doors alarm clock I had made from a scratched record on the table, Cannon on the other with the bag full of lenses beside it, Led Zeppelin banners draped over the two lamps, Portable Crosley on the dresser with my stack of records... soon enough it belonged to me in my own manner.

"Well, it looks.. different." I jumped and turned to see Father Way looking around. "It's definitely different."
"Yeah well... I just thought it should look a little like I lived here. " I smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I think it looks okay, you know?"
I patted the comforter free of wrinkles and glanced back to him. He nodded and smiled distantly.
"This is the room my mother stayed in." he nodded faintly and sat in a chair by a desk at the door.
"Did she stay here with you for a while?" I asked, So that's whose clothes were in the dresser. What if she comes back? That'd be awkward.
"No.. no she um.. she had cancer. Couldn't really keep the house up herself so I-uh- I took over." the priest scratched the back of his neck and glanced at me.
"So she.. she got better right?" I asked, hoping that things hadn't gone south.
"I wish I could say yes." he sighed, I wriggled in my place uncomfortably. So, you are going to just come in here and dump on me that I'm sitting in your mom's death bed? Where do you get off thinking that's okay?
Discomfort crept up my spine and I scratched my bare arm, looking around. I wanted to rip all my things down and put them back into their boxes and sleep in the church again. The room itself seemed to stain him as he sat there, and even more when he began talking again.
"I started singing after that. She always like my voice, so I thought it was a good tribute. But, I could never get anywhere with it, so I ended up here."
He noticed my demeanor change and glanced up from his zone-out.
"Oh don't think that, she didn't die here. It's okay." he faked a smile and bile rose up my throat. I felt terrible for sticking my presence in here for some reason, but at the same time I was angry that he let me impose without telling me any of this.
"Father Way? Are you sure you are okay with me staying here?" the man looked up and genuinely smiled this time.
"I'm more than okay with you staying here, I like you r company." he sighed and laughed under his breath. "I'm sorry I like, dumped that on you Ellie. You make me more comfortable than I normally am."
I nodded slowly and crossed my legs. "Well then we can make this work." I smiled, still a little taken aback. "So you sing?"
"Used to." he smiled warily.
"Well, why don't you anymore?" I asked, laying down on my stomach and propping myself up on my elbows. He shook his head.
"I don't have any reason to. There's nothing to sing about."
"The gospel? That shit?" I suggested, shrugging.
"Well absolutely," he perked up "I mean, the lord does work mag- " I raised an eyebrow. "I know. I'm sorry." he chuckled.
"Yeah... not my forte, if you don't mind me saying."
"Hasn't always been mine." he offered, "but now... it is, I guess. Well, I'll let you finish getting situated, I'll try and take a break to make lunch at about noon or one, if that's all right with you." he nodded, standing up to leave.
"By all means, don't work things around me." I smiled shyly. "I can go down to the store and pick up groceries for both of us. I have the money."
"Oh no don't worry about it, my child." he smiled, you save your money for yourself. I'm well off. What do you think happens to collections? This church is holding up more than fine."
Once again, I mocked surprise. "Father Way!"
A mischievous grin cracked across his face that sent a sharp zing of who-knows-what through my system.

Notes

Comments

Really enjoyed reading. Hoping for an update.

Jackie Jackie
12/7/17

Oh my gosh this is so freaking good.

SaraBear SaraBear
4/26/15

This is getting really good.

Sunchild Sunchild
1/18/15

i love this so much :)

mimo mimo
1/11/15

I hope you keep updating, this is really cute and good.

thepaperkingdom thepaperkingdom
12/1/14