Illicit Paramour
The aftermath and coffee
The aftermath and coffee
I woke up in a pool of my own sweat, tears sliding down my sticky face. This was the 5th time this month that I’ve had this nightmare, yet it still sent my mind and state into frenzy. I don’t know why I was having this dream again and again. Everything my life was going fine. Or that’s what I portrayed.
My tired mother rushed into my small bedroom, switching on the blinding lights on the way, to my bed.
“Gerard, son what happened? Are you okay? You were screaming again” my mother questioned me, panic arising in her voice.
“I’m fine ma… it was just a dream. Sorry for waking you up.” I only called my mom ‘ma’, when I was scared or anxious, which was rare.
My mom had picked this up “Gerard please tell me about it.” She pleaded to me. The truth was that I was too scared to tell her about my nightmares. Funny huh, I was 17 and had a passion for horror movies, and yet I couldn’t get the description of my dreams out of my mouth.
“Fine, if you want it to be this way thank okay. But tomorrow morning I’m taking you to the church. There’s a new father-Father Tom, you’re going to speak to him.” My mom always thought the religion was the answer to everything.
I groaned in response, as my mother left my room, kissing my head on the way. I fell back onto my pillow as the lights switched off. The idea of talking to Father Tom (or whoever he was) was daunting. Especially after the ‘incident’.
Well let’s just say, that I saw two girls kissing at the tender age of 12. I naturally told mom, because I hadn’t seen anything like that. These two girls were also very nice to me, so I was happy for them, which I also mentioned to my mom.My mom took me to a church so this creepy looking guy told me, what they did was wrong-a sin and they would burn in hell. Now those two girls hate me, if I’d known I wouldn’t have muttered a word. Way to go and scare a fucking, 12 year old.
To be honest my views on religion were complicated. Yeah, I followed the churches rules (I’ve never stolen anything, I don’t drink or smoke so I don’t get drunk from alcohol), however I disagree with some things. For instance I believe in the big bang and same sex relationships, nobody knows this except me and my 15 year old brother Mikey. If anyone else knew, well I’ll be shunned upon.
I sipped my hot coffee, whilst my family rushed around me fulfilling morning errands. My mind instantly calming down. Coffee was one of the three things that could calm me down (creating art and music being the other two). I noticed my dad had stopped whatever he had been doing and was staring at me, fashioning a disappointed expression.
“Gerard you shouldn’t drink that all the time. It’s bad for you. My dad was referring to my God sent coffee. His point was valid but I couldn’t live without it. I shuddered at the thought.
“Fine dad” I mumbled in response. I could tell my dad knew I wasn’t taking his advice on board.
“Look Gera-“
“Gerard come on lets go to church” my mom interrupted my dad, from the front door. Oh great this day can’t get any better can it?
I woke up in a pool of my own sweat, tears sliding down my sticky face. This was the 5th time this month that I’ve had this nightmare, yet it still sent my mind and state into frenzy. I don’t know why I was having this dream again and again. Everything my life was going fine. Or that’s what I portrayed.
My tired mother rushed into my small bedroom, switching on the blinding lights on the way, to my bed.
“Gerard, son what happened? Are you okay? You were screaming again” my mother questioned me, panic arising in her voice.
“I’m fine ma… it was just a dream. Sorry for waking you up.” I only called my mom ‘ma’, when I was scared or anxious, which was rare.
My mom had picked this up “Gerard please tell me about it.” She pleaded to me. The truth was that I was too scared to tell her about my nightmares. Funny huh, I was 17 and had a passion for horror movies, and yet I couldn’t get the description of my dreams out of my mouth.
“Fine, if you want it to be this way thank okay. But tomorrow morning I’m taking you to the church. There’s a new father-Father Tom, you’re going to speak to him.” My mom always thought the religion was the answer to everything.
I groaned in response, as my mother left my room, kissing my head on the way. I fell back onto my pillow as the lights switched off. The idea of talking to Father Tom (or whoever he was) was daunting. Especially after the ‘incident’.
Well let’s just say, that I saw two girls kissing at the tender age of 12. I naturally told mom, because I hadn’t seen anything like that. These two girls were also very nice to me, so I was happy for them, which I also mentioned to my mom.My mom took me to a church so this creepy looking guy told me, what they did was wrong-a sin and they would burn in hell. Now those two girls hate me, if I’d known I wouldn’t have muttered a word. Way to go and scare a fucking, 12 year old.
To be honest my views on religion were complicated. Yeah, I followed the churches rules (I’ve never stolen anything, I don’t drink or smoke so I don’t get drunk from alcohol), however I disagree with some things. For instance I believe in the big bang and same sex relationships, nobody knows this except me and my 15 year old brother Mikey. If anyone else knew, well I’ll be shunned upon.
I sipped my hot coffee, whilst my family rushed around me fulfilling morning errands. My mind instantly calming down. Coffee was one of the three things that could calm me down (creating art and music being the other two). I noticed my dad had stopped whatever he had been doing and was staring at me, fashioning a disappointed expression.
“Gerard you shouldn’t drink that all the time. It’s bad for you. My dad was referring to my God sent coffee. His point was valid but I couldn’t live without it. I shuddered at the thought.
“Fine dad” I mumbled in response. I could tell my dad knew I wasn’t taking his advice on board.
“Look Gera-“
“Gerard come on lets go to church” my mom interrupted my dad, from the front door. Oh great this day can’t get any better can it?
Notes
Hey, hope everyone had a great Christmas! I'm still getting used to updating and shit, so sorry if my updating pattern is weird at the beginning.
Electric Century xo
Update possibly? :D
2/9/16