Chapter 1 Andrew
“That is the 4th child in the past 3 months Mary, 4th child!” Father Aaron, our Priest spat at Mary, “At the mere age of 1, they had a whole life ahead of them Mary, were could they have possibly gone. What will we tell the other sisters, Oh Lord forgive us.”
“Psst Andrew,” I looked at John who was hiding behind the bench across from me, John had very masculine features for an 18 year old, he had thick brown hair that was at a bun at the top of his head, his eyes sparked at the mere thought of an adventure or sneaking around; he often wore black jeans and tank tops, The sisters and Father Aaron tried to get him to wear other clothes but was unsuccessful.
“Yea John,”
“We should get closer, so we can hear more,” I know that wasn’t the full truth, the church was huge, and echoed anything above a whisper; so, we could hear Sister and Father Aaron clearly.
“Thats a bad Idea, we could get caught, you know Father Aaron would be really upset with us,” John sighed,
“Fine let’s go, maybe we can sneak up on sister Dian, and-” Father Aaron slapped John upside the head and sister Mary lightly hit the top of mine. “Ow, what the fu- I mean what the fudge man,”
“You shouldn’t be awake, it’s after hours and you should be in bed!” I raised my hand to speak.
“Yes Andrew,”
“We were wondering why you and Sister Mary were so worried; we were about to leave.” Father sighed, “Just get to bed you two, you’ll be exhausted,” I got up and grabbed John’s hand and ran out, we lived in a very old Town made in the 1600’s just we added more modern building and stores, we ran until we made it to our houses which were next to each other.
“John we almost got in trouble with Father Aaron! I don’t want to know what he would do if I hadn’t said anything.”
“Relax Andrew, and stop calling our priest ‘father’ you have a dad,”
“Sorry, it’s a habit; I’m trying to get rid of it.”
“Whatever man, well goodnight; meet me at the tree, I want to do something.”
“Ok, goodnight John.” We turned and went into our houses; my parents were at the door seeming very upset.
“Where have you been young man you made me and your mother worried sick!” My mother was slim and had thin black hair, she usually wore it in a bun when working at the bakery, my father on the other hand was very tall and had very broad shoulders, he had light brown hair, he worked as a blacksmith and was really good at it.
“I’m sorry father me and John were-”
“It’s always the John boy getting you in trouble, I forbid you to see him anymore!” I took a small step forward to try and explain myself but the second I did my mother’s arm raised; she was going to hit me! Mother never got physical, she said it was against gods wishes, but here she was, about to hit me. Her hand struck my face with force, once she realized what she did I ran upstairs to me and Oliver’s room, I shut the door quietly so as to not wake him up. How could tomorrow be any worse?
