The Preacher’s Son Ch.04

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*Oghma here. As this story continued, it became darker and more character driven than I had originally intended. Rest assured that there is more to come, and the story will continue after this. In any case, thanks for stopping by and I hope to see you all for the next chapter.*

**Disclaimer: Unrealistic sizes ahead. All characters depicted in sexual situations within are of 18 years or older.**

“Ever felt away with me. Just once that all I need. Entwined in finding you one day…” The melodic crooning echoed through Himawari’s ears, yet her mind was so far away it might as well not be there at all. It spoke a lot about her mood that even classic Nightwish couldn’t lift her spirits up. In fact, if she’d turned her empathic eye inward, she probably would have noticed that she had been picking out songs full of morose and longing.

She’d been up all night without a wink of sleep, her brain just wouldn’t let her. An internal debate had been raging through her mind all this time, all over her feelings for Matthew. Why did this confuse her so? Her mother’s words had hit her pretty hard, and perhaps she had been chasing this unachievable perfect fantasy of love. But surely she’d still be more certain about it right? Yeah, he was the first boy she ever wanted to bear children for, but wasn’t that just a Breeder instinct? Pick the fittest (or rather biggest) male to father her offspring? Though putting it like that made Matthew out to be some anonymous drone, just a source of DNA for her lineage, and that couldn’t be farther from the truth! Himawari enjoyed spending time with him, not just having sex or playing games but also just those quiet moments where they just talked or spent time enjoying each other’s company. But of course she would want to get along well with the father of her kids, that was obvious. It wasn’t uncommon for the fathers of her siblings to become great friends with the family, and Yukiko was all too happy to “share” them with her more grown-up offspring. So why didn’t she want her mother to breed with-

“Oh Goddess…” Himawari said out loud. After all that debate it had finally hit her. Even though she had come to the conclusion over time, she still found herself surprised by the revelation. “I…love him!” it felt so right to finally say it. “I love him!!” she said again to herself, this time out of joy rather than surprise. While there was still that tiny twinge of doubt left within her, Himawari now felt willing to suppress it, willing to take that risk and just go for it. Without a second thought she bolted up to her feet and ran over to her phone, ignoring the nausea and fatigue of going a night without sleep. She could rest afterwards, right now she just had to tell him. Swiftly, she scrolled through her contacts, dug up Matthew’s name and hit the call button. The dial tone rang for a moment or two before finally stopping.

“Hello?” came the voice on the other line. Right away Himawari could tell it wasn’t Matthew.

“Oh um…is Matthew there?” she asked

“No he’s not. This is his father.” Himawari’s blood froze, she really hadn’t been prepared for this. She had to quickly think of a lie.

“Oh! Well, my name’s Himawari. Matthew has been talking to me about Jesus and I’ve just been saved!” Hopefully, she was using the right terminology. “I wanted to talk to him and thank him personally for leading me to Christ. Can you tell him I called?” There was a long pause on the other end.

“Young lady.” He replied flatly. “That is an awful thing to lie about.” Once again, Himawari felt herself freeze up in terror. “Let me be blunt with you, I know who you are and why you’re calling my son.”

“But-“

“Don’t try to call this number. I can only hope you one day come to your senses and find the lord. But unless that day comes, you will never see or hear from Matthew ever again.” With that, he hung up the phone unceremoniously. Himawari just collapsed to the floor. Oh Goddess, what had she done?

*

June was scooping the food neatly into the Tupperware container, making sure that not a single splatter went anywhere. It had stayed in the fridge overnight, long enough for the cheese sauce to congeal into a semisolid. With any luck, it would keep well enough to last him the trip. When it was filled to the brim, she grabbed the lid and sealed it off. She was in the process of putting it in a bag when she heard her husband’s voice.

“What’s that?” he asked flatly.

“His favorite; Buffalo Chicken Mac & Cheese.” She responded softly. “It’s a long drive, I thought he would like to have it on the way. A little taste of home while he’s-“

“A little taste of home?” he exclaimed in mild, somewhat dismissive exasperation. “June, he’s not going to camp or off to college. This is a rehabilitation retreat for the good of his soul! We have apparently been coddling him too much, he needs tough love more than comfort food right now.”

“I-I know.” She stammered. “But he’s going to be going through a lot, and I wanted to make sure he knows we still love him.” Ankara bayan escort

“He will June, he will.” Said the pastor as he reached out and touched her shoulder. “When he has been cured, he will understand why we did this. The temporary sufferings on Earth are nothing compared to what he would experience in the pits of Hell, what we do we do for his sake. Do you understand?” his tone seemed soft and soothing towards June, the way it usually was when he explained things to her.

“Yes dear.” She replied, taking the Tupperware over to the fridge. There was no point in arguing with him, somehow he always managed to get his way.

*

“Where are you going?” Ruth asked softly, the poor thing was on the verge of crying. It hurt Matthew so much to see her like this. But as much as he wanted to say no to his father, he knew deep down that it would do him no good; Although it wasn’t outright said, Matthew knew that he wouldn’t be able to stay in the house if he refused to go. Many times over his father had endorsed the exiling and disownment of children if they strayed too far from the narrow path to heaven. And if he was tossed out, where would he go? By the time he reached any of his friend’s houses, his father would have gotten in touch and encouraged them to shun him. He wouldn’t be the first in his community to suffer this fate. Maybe Himawari? No… no he couldn’t see her now; it would just break his heart all over again. How could he impose on her when he knew she didn’t feel the same way about him? It suddenly occurred to him that he’d been spacing out a little too long. He had to give Ruth an answer soon.

“Don’t worry Ruth.” He knelt down, putting on a feigned smile. “I’m just going away to connect with the lord better. I won’t be gone long.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I promise.” He reassured, reaching out and ruffling her hair the way he always did when he wanted to calm her down. It was kind of funny, in some ways he felt more like Ruth’s father than her older brother. He was always the one who comforted Ruth when she was sad, kept her company and played with her when she was bored. “I shouldn’t be gone more than a couple weeks or so.”

“Okay Matthew…” she said, reaching over to hug him goodbye. Sadly, he had to break off pretty quickly. With a sigh, he grabbed the handle of his wheel suitcase and exited his room, dragging it behind him. He quickly made his way through the house, and out the front door where his father was waiting for him.

The pastor had pulled the car out of the garage and onto the curb. His engine was still running and the trunk was wide open. It was a safe neighborhood, so there was no worry there. He had opted to wait in the walkway for his son, his face had shifted to one of attempted comfort, that same smile he gave when speaking for the congregation. “Did you get everything?”

“Yeah… not much to pack really.” Matthew answered as he picked up his bag, patting it slightly to show that it was full.

“That’s good.” Pastor Greg said, helping his son put the bag in the trunk. When that was done, he placed his arm on his son’s shoulder comfortingly. Despite everything, he still carried empathy for Matthew. “You’re acting like you’re off to the gallows!” he said with a slight chuckle.

“I-I kind of feel like I am Dad.”

“Look, I understand; It’s got to be scary to suddenly pack up and leave like this. It’s certainly going to be unusual living in a new place, but don’t worry! You’re just going for treatment; you’re not going off to die you’re going off to get better.”

“Yeah…yeah I guess so.” Matthew mumbled.

“This is just a trial for the good of your soul, remember what it says in James: -Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for-“

“when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love him.'” Matthew finished for him. The same passage he quoted weeks ago when he thought Matthew was just talking about a friend.

“Very good.” Said Greg. “Now, let’s get a move on. It’s a long drive and we don’t want to be late.”

“Yes father.” Matthew replied. With that, he quietly entered the car and buckled up. They wasted no more time in driving off. Matthew looked back at his house one last time, just watching it get smaller and smaller as they got further away.

*

“Himawari”? Came a voice from the hallway, snapping her out of her trance. In all the drama that had been unfolding, she had completely forgotten that Akari had come to visit. She was the eldest daughter in Yukiko’s brood, and currently the only one fully Japanese by lineage. The spitting image of her mother, Akari was a fairly tall and voluptuous woman of 22. Her long black hair was neatly styled in a hime cut, displaying her deep brown eyes and full pink lips wonderfully. Of course, attention was rarely on her face, but rather just a few inches below it. Breeders were known for being especially busty, it was after all an advantage for feeding their offspring, but Akari was particularly gifted Escort bayan Ankara there even by breeder standards; Big and round, they easily dwarfed her head in terms of size. Himawari had never asked about her cup size but just at a glance they couldn’t be any smaller than a LL. Puberty and 4 pregnancies had definitely been kind to her. Though a little narrower than Himawari’s, her hips still flared out beautifully, supporting a proportionately huge, round derriere. At the moment she wasn’t especially dressed up, just a plain blue t-shirt and low riding jeans, with only the bare minimum of makeup needed to bring her natural beauty out.

“Akari!” she exclaimed, struggling to her feet and rushing over to give her big sister a hug. “Sorry! I completely forgot you were coming!”

“Oh don’t worry about it!” Akari said with a laugh as she returned the hug. “From what mom told me, you’ve got a lot on your mind right now.” Himawari’s gaze sunk to the ground as she broke off from her sister.

“Oh…” she muttered, kind of embarrassed. “Haha told you about that didn’t she?”

“Well, just the basics.” Akari replied. “I mean she’s pretty eager to be a grandmother again, and I got a basic rundown on why you’re so upset right now. But she only told as much as she needed to.” How considerate of Yukiko. “You don’t have to say what’s wrong Hima, not if you don’t want to.”

“No it’s…it’s fine.” Himawari said, raising her head. After taking a deep breath, she explained everything that had happened, from the day she’d met Matthew to the phone call she just had. All the while, Akari listened intently and asked only a handful of questions. When she had finished, Akari raised her hand to her chin in a gesture of ponderance.

“So what do you think happened to him?”

“Honestly? I don’t know.” Himawari admitted. “His dad just told me not to call. He’s probably screening his phone calls or something now.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I…I want to tell him how I feel.” She confessed. “Even if he rejects me now, I want to tell him. He needs to know that I…”

“Love him?”

“…Yes. But I don’t know where he lives! I tried to reach him on Steam and Discord but his accounts are already deleted!” Akari nodded solemnly in response. “What should I do Akari?!” Himawari asked, her eyes welling up a little with tears.

“Calm down, don’t worry!” Akari reassured her, doing her best to keep Himawari from bursting into tears. “Look… do you know where he goes to School?”

“Y-yeah… over at uh… what was it… Tilton High!” Himawari exclaimed when it finally came to her.

“Perfect! All we gotta do is just show up there on Monday and ask for him!” Akari said, clapping her hands together in determination.

“Y-yeah!” Himawari said in a wave of relief. “A-and he told me he’s on the track team! So we know where to look!”

“There you go!” Akari reassured with a warm smile. The tension was rapidly lifting, that small little taste of hope was having a visible effect on Himawari. “I um…” continued Akari. “I was going to go out today, I had plans with a couple of studs.” It was pretty obvious to Himawari what Akari was alluding to. Though she could probably handle both of them herself, she’d probably set this up expecting to take Himawari out with her. “But if you like, I can cancel them if you need me around- “

“No, no it’s fine.” Himawari responded, waving her right hand a bit. “I think I’d rather be alone for a little while. I just… I don’t think I’m up for sex right now, you know?”

“Of course.” Akari replied. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Eventually I guess.” She sighed. “But you go ahead. Have fun.” Akari nodded, turned around and started to walk away. “Oh… Akari?”

“Yes?” she didn’t have time to turn around before she felt Himawari’s hands wrap around her in a deep hug.

“Thank you.”

*

“We’re here.” Said Pastor Greg unceremoniously. Matthew just slowly turned his head to stare blankly at the location. The complex was big and elaborate; A single large red brick building faced the parking lot, peppered with windows and the large double sliding glass doors. Surrounding the building was a high fence, with thick pointed bars spaced together just enough to see through, obviously to keep their tenants from escaping. Through the fence, Matthew could see a set of additional buildings, with balconies and sliding doors, many of them had clothes drying on racks. Inbetween the buildings was a large grassy field, marked with chalk at set locations. Some kind of sports field maybe?

Once they had parked, they wasted no time in gathering everything up. Straight to business as usual, it seemed his father had no intention of dragging it out. As soon as the bags were collected, the two of them made their way towards the entrance, where two figures stood in wait for them, a man and a woman.

“Welcome!” said the man of the duo. He looked to be in his mid to late 30’s, while not elderly looking he definitely held a few lines of age and Bayan escort Ankara had a bit of a “dad bod”. His deep brown hair was short and curly, just long enough to have presence but not enough to look messy. While shaven, he had a slight degree of stubble, which gave his face a bit of a darker shade to it. It was hard to tell just what color his eyes were, they were some sort of halfway point between green and brown. Hazel perhaps? “You must be Matthew.” He continued, looking Matthew’s way and extending his hand. “My name’s Cal. It’s nice to meet you.” The way he spoke was… a little off. The words were nice and welcoming, but the tone carried with it a hint of forcefulness and intimidation behind it. Somehow, Matthew knew then and there he was going to be afraid of this man. He quickly returned the handshake, certain that it would be worse for him if he didn’t.

“Nice to meet you.” He replied softly. Matthew took the opportunity to take a look at his companion. She was about the same age as her companion, though age had been a bit kinder to her than it had been to him. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, with her darker roots showing off. Light eyeshadow and plain lipstick adorned her face, just enough to make it look like she was wearing none at all. As for her physique; she seemed to be fairly muscular and stocky, the kind of build one would expect to see on law enforcement, not at all the softer curvier female body Matthew had suddenly become used to. Her expression was stern and sharp, helping to give her an aura of intimidation.

“Alright, if you’ll step inside, we have some paperwork we’ll need you to fill out.” Said Cal flatly, gesturing inside.

*

“Please empty your bags and pockets and place all personal items aside from clothes and approved reading materials into these bins.” Cal said as he pulled out 3 large clear plastic containers. Matthew looked back towards the hallway for a moment, from this angle he couldn’t see his father anywhere. Surely, he couldn’t have left already? “Matthew!” Cal’s voice jolted his attention back to the supervisor. “Come on, chop chop.” His tone was escalating, it wasn’t quite yelling or even lecturing level yet, but something about it scared Matthew into submission. He didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be more intimidating than his own father, but here he was. Quickly obeying, Matthew’s hands dove into his pockets and emptied everything inside; His wallet, his house keys and a small collection of loose change. When that was done, Matthew bent over and swiftly unzipped the roller suitcase, rifling through it to show that indeed it only had clothes, save of course for one black leather-bound book. “What’s that?” Cal asked.

“Just my Bible.” Matthew answered, pulling it out and showing the cross inlay on the cover. The gilding had flaked away over the years, but the overall shape was still obvious.

“Which translation?”

“Why does that matter?” he queried.

“Which translation?” repeated Cal, it was clear there was to be no questioning.

“K-King James.” Replied Matthew, turning the book on its side to show the side. Cal examined it thoroughly, almost as if he was inspecting it for any signs of forgery.

“Right, that’s an approved translation. You can keep it.” Matthew breathed a sigh of relief. “No phone?” Cal asked after taking a quick look through his things.

“No… my father took it from me when he sent me here. He said I couldn’t be trusted with it…” Cal raised an eyebrow in skepticism.

“If I find out you’re lying…”

“I’m not! Matthew interrupted.

“IF I find out you’re lying!!” Cal’s voice rose even further. Matthew visibly recoiled, despite the fact that Cal had yet to actually yell properly. “It will be much worse for you. Understand?”

“Y-yes… and I’m not.” Matthew was quite shaken.

“And what are these?” Cal asked as he reached over and grabbed a pair of Matthew’s shorts.

“My shorts?” he replied in confusion.

“Do you do any sports?”

“Yeah, track!”

“Well shorts are not allowed.” Cal continued, placing the shorts in the container. “They’re too suggestive, create too many impure thoughts. Any sports are to be played in loose sweatpants only.”

“Oh…” Matthew said. “I um… only own one pair of those.”

“We have laundry machines available for your use.” He replied. “Right… everything seems in order.” Cal continued as he closed off the bin. Matthew hadn’t brought enough to even fill one up, so he simply placed that one with the rest of the tenants. After writing Matthew’s name on the lid, he stacked the other two up and put them away.

“When do I get my things back?” Matthew asked.

“When you leave.” Cal replied, shutting the conversation down quickly. “Alright, now come with me. You’ll probably want to say your goodbyes before we go through orientation.” With that, he lead Matthew out into the hallway, where the Pastor was thankfully still waiting for him.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you when you get out son.” Said Greg, once again putting on that smile of his. He held his hand out in a clear gesture for a handshake. The pastor was never one for hugs from anyone other than his wife. Matthew accepted the gesture and shook his father’s hand.

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