3: Fuck Your Religion

                                    

                                          
Mikes pov
                          
Church is always so boring.
It's especially bad when the most religious fuck here becomes a missionary.
God that stuff sounds so stupid.
After that little dramatic ceremony, we still haven't left.
Why?
                          
Because now I'm sitting in a room with the priest him self.
Father fucking Perry.
He's over here flipping through the book of Mormon mumbling some shit about the devil. 
I start to fall asleep until I feel something wet on my collar.
It's holy water.
He is literally dumping holy water on me.
It's cold.
I don't like it.
I want to leave.
" may the devil find his way out of you and leave your spirit be."
This dudes fucking crazy.
I stand up and he splashes me in the face getting some in my eye.
I instantly grab my face because of the pain and he just throws more.
"It's working!" He says happily
"Mother fucker you got in my eye!" I yell.
I reach forward and pull the water out of his hand. He looks at me like I'm a mad man.
I dump all of the water on my head to prove his bullshit.
"El Diablo!" He screams and starts begging for mercy.
At this point people heard and start running in. All they see is a priest on the floor and my 6.7' self standing above him.
This looks bad.
Really really bad.
But I'm positive.
I could have fun with this 
I wait until everyone is frightened by the sight and then I state directly at the priest and whisper barely loud enough to hear, "The devil is everywhere." 
                          
Everyone starts screaming in horror at the sight of me. 
Woman are crying and screaming.
Man are grabbing their wives and children.
Some kids laugh and whip out their phones.
I smile at the fact that I just made 50% of my town scared shitless of me.
All that comes to an end when I hear the oh so familiar sound of my name being called by a very angry mother. "Michael Christopher Fuentes!" Yeah. Full name. No bueno.
"Just what have you done?!" She's furious if you can't tell.
"Nothing absolutely nothing. He just decided to throw water at me and I proved I didn't need it. I'm plenty hydrated nice offer though." I say with a grin on my face.
She doesn't say anything.
She just reached her arm up and grabs my ear making me lean to the side she's pulling.
"We are going to go home. We are going to have a nice little chat. And we are going to not argue about it. Understood?" She says firmly pulling lower.
"Yeah just can you not stretch my ear lobe? You're gonna make it look like I have gauges." I say in between pulls.
She gives me the infamous mom glare.
Scariest thing ever.
                          
We drive in silence.
Vic and dad stayed back to fix things up.
Just me and her.
Fuck.
This is gonna be pretty.

                          
"17 years I have raised you! 17 years I have took care of you! And what do I get? A son who's definition of humor is making our priest thing he is the literal devil! What has gotten into you???" She is pacing and yelling.
" nothing. That's what. Or maybe it's the fact that you guys have literally decided my future. I didn't get to pick. You decided how I live my life. You and dad already what me to ride a bike around some fucking neighborhood talking about god. 'Hello ma'am do you have a moment to talk about out lord and Savior Jesus Christ?' No. Fuck no. I don't want to do that. I don't want to spread the word of something I don't believe in." She stares at me shocked.
" you are going to be a missionary. Whether you like it or not. You will be a good little Mormon boy. You will be a practical angel. And tomorrow you will sign your papers to become a missionary. It is already decided. And you also will be baptized. Again. The devil is in you Michael. It will leave whether you like it or not. Go to your room and pray for forgiveness and don't come out until so." She says in a low but firm voice.
I walk downstairs to my area and instead of praying I open up that meditation book and read a few chapters.
                          
Five hours go by and I've read almost all of the book. It was pretty informative. There was even a story here and there. I might sleep well tonight.
My thoughts are put to a stop when I hear that car pull up.
Two doors slam shut for two people.
But then I hear a third door.
"Upstairs young man." My mother calls.
I close book and walk upstairs to see only three people.
Mom, dad and vic.
I'm so confused.
"So. The priest really thinks there is something evil in you my son. He has faith that we can save you. Only if your willing to comply." My father speaks to me softly.
" there is nothing bad in me. I am fine. The priest is a little loony." I say earning myself a frown from him.
"I thought you would say that. I told father Perry  you would.that's why he sent me home with some one." I smiles.
I raise my eyebrows winding who it is.
" you can come in now." He says to the door.
The door slowly opens revealing the perfect heaven sent, donates constantly, best grades even though he missed all week ,  perfect Mormon boy himself.
Tony Perry.

                          
AUTHORS NOTE
I KNOW 
I haven't updated in a minute.
But that's because of my Kellic. 
And also my other book "The Everyday Problems Of Being A Pierce The Veil Fan" 
And just stress and life.
I need to pace myself about updating.
Sorry if chapter kinda sucks I'm not the best writer. Give your opinion in the comments please.
Fuck
Everything
Suicide
Silence

                          
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