She gave me a gentle, empathetic smile. I loved that smile. I still love that smile. Her hand trailed my arm as she turned around and left. Her touch was soft. Oh, how I longed for it. I turned around and looked at the excuse of a mother. "You are a monster."
"You cannot love that... witch. You are a girl! It's wrong and I only want to protect you from living an eternity in hell." I felt my fist clench as I stood there, in a cold and hard stand-off with her. "You are supposed to put your children first, before any 'belief system.'" I said between my teeth. My mother just ominously smirked at me and shooed me away. She was furious, but would not show it to me. She could not silence me.
"What's so wrong about it? If loving her is a sin then I... I don't want to go to heaven!" She snapped her neck her head around and glared at me. "There's nothing up there I would need anyways, hell, I'll sin all seven days just so I can be with her!" I spat at her feet, right on her fancy new shoes.
"You are a woman. This is not how one should behave or believe." She snarled, taking a few steps closer to intimidate and challenge me. "You may put God first, but her body is my temple and her soul is my savior." She grinned and sarcastically said, "Poetic."
Her fists were clenched too. She wasn't going to back down. But, little did she know that I didn't plan to either. There was a moment of silence "I pray for you. That you find God and that you can return from your," she hesitated for a moment, "selfish ways."
"Well, while you do that, I'm going to be loving the girl of my dreams, her." I shouted, slamming the door behind me as I went to find Mirri.
This short story is inspired by the song Loving Her - Katie Pruitt