The snow began to fall once again as the day drew on, the sky blackening ever so slowly that it was almost as if God and Mother Nature were trying to prolong this torture that the brunette girl was feeling. The family had packed as quickly as they possibly could, both Emily and Jennifer breaking down in tears as they heard Amielle screaming to her humbly silent husband, belittling the girls and their feelings for one another. Both girls had found each other downstairs just as they finished packing everything up and they immediately wrapped one another up in a hug, their hot tears melding into the material of the shirts they wore as they listened to the names they were being called by the Christian woman.
Sitting beside one another in the backseat of the family car, Emily and Jennifer refused to let go of each other's hands, huddling together for the comfort they both needed.
James had driven them to the high school and let the car sit in the parking lot, wanting to wait until it was time for school to be let out before telling his two eldest about their new family situation. He didn't want to make the car even more tense than it already was, and waiting until the two in the backseat calmed down enough so that they wouldn't upset the older two even more.
Now the little family of five was unpacking all of their belongings that they had scrambled up and packed together in the short amount of time that they were given, getting their new home ready on the seventh floor presidential suite of the most expensive hotel in the next town over.
Three bedrooms. One for James and Richard, and two for the girls. Jennifer was to sleep with her older sister, but everyone knew she would be sneaking into Emily's room so the older girl could hold her throughout the night.
Emily sighed as she slipped her favorite black camisole on over her head, running her fingers gently through her tossled hair as she tried to gain her confidence back that she had lost earlier that day. The Christian woman had bashed her and her relationship with the blond girl she had fallen for, and the love that she thought the woman had for her had completely thrown out the window.
She was nothing to her now.
Worse than that, her youngest daughter, her baby girl, was nothing to her now. And apparently it was all Emily's fault.
Wiping another round of tears that fell from her chocolate eyes, the eighteen year old shook her head. She couldn't think that way. She still had her beautiful girlfriend right by her side, and she was going to hold onto her for as long as she could.
She sniffled before reaching for the Bible she had snuck away from her girlfriend, clutching it tight in her hands and holding it against her chest as she quietly made her way out of her new bedroom. Tip toeing through the ritzy looking living room of the hotel suite, the brunette teen snuck her way into the room that her girlfriend was now sharing with her older sister.
Jennifer looked up from the rosary she had neatly laid down on the comforter she sat on, her blue eyes shining at the sight of her girlfriend in the doorway. "Hey," she whispered.
Emily smiled nervously, the Bible still clutched against her chest. "Hi honey."
The eldest of the Jareau girls stood from the vanity in their new room and made her way to the doorway so she could leave the two girls alone, pressing a comforting kiss to the brunette's temple. "She's not angry," she whispered gently, feeling her new sister tremble under her touch. "She's just as scared as you are. Be good to her."
Emily bit down hard on her lip before nodding her head, waiting until Julia had closed the door tight behind her before making her way over to the queen sized bed that the younger teen sat right in the middle of. "How are you feeling?"
Jennifer let out a small laugh as she shrugged her shoulders. "Still upset." She watched as the French girl sat down before her in the center of her new bed, lying the Bible her mother had given her between them. "What's that for?"
The chocolate eyed girl kept quiet as she flipped the book open to the desired page, clearing her throat as her gaze darted back and forth along the highlighted passage. "Do not judge," she whispered, "or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. Matthew 7:1."
Jennifer found herself speechless, her eyes trained on the beautiful girl that turned to another page; the teen that she was lucky to call her girlfriend.
"Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And such were some of you. But you were washed," the brunette nodded, her voice cracking as she continued to read. "You were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God. Corinthians 6:9-11." Emily sighed shakily before closing the item in hand, her eyes finally looking back into those of the younger girl. "You are not sinning by being who you are and loving who you love. You are a creature of God just as everyone else is in this world, and nothing you do can change that."
The blonde's chin trembled at the passion she heard in the French girl's voice, and she nodded in tune with Emily as tears began to sting her reddening eyes. "Thank you."
Emily's eyes fluttered closed as the younger girl gathered her slender body in her arms and plundered her lips with hers, sighing warmly into the blonde's mouth. Her fingers tangled into her girlfriend's sunshine hair, lying them both down on the plush mattress beneath them. "Jennifer," she moaned, pulling away just enough to look into those crystal eyes. "Are you sure?"
Jennifer hastily nodded her head, leaning back down to capture the French girls lips with hers, running her hand down the silk nightgown the brunette wore. "Please."