Jesus was fifteen when his parents split up. At first there were tears, which his mother gently wiped away with the brown-yellow dress she wore, which looked like a sackn sort of a thing. Jesus didn't feel anything after awhile, instead just a numbess that couldn't be repalaced, a numbness in his heart where his dad Jospeh used to be.
He went to school, went through the motions, but there wasn;t anything in it. He used to pray, to what or who he didn't know, but he;d been a Christian all his life. Then his dad moved out, out with the young woman at his work, Eve, and he didn't have a life anymore, didn't have a father, didn't have a God.
And then it all changed. Then his mom remarried.
Jesus didn't like the new man. Godric Yahweh was a tall man, with a thick, gray beard. He had a deep voice, and eyes that –sometimes, somehow- seemed to match Jesus' own. And when Mary, Jesus' mom went out, that's when Jesus got frightened. That was when Godric started to touch Jesus, to touch him where nobody but hi s mother ever had.
It scared Jesus, he didn't like these new sensations, pleasant though they were. It frightened him, until one day, he decied to meet up with someone who he thought could change his future. He decided to meet up with Mary Madagelene.
This Mary was a pretty girl, about Jesus' age with thick red hair and a really nice figure. And you know how most redheads are ugly, well Mary wasn't. She was cute as hell and if Jesus wasn't gay he'd totally do her.
"Mary, I can't take it anymore," Jesus finally confessed, sittn on Mary's bed one day. They didn't have real beds there, they were just like hay and stuff. But yeah Jesus was sitting on one.
"Godric is a fucking prick," Mary snapped, clicking her fingers. Jesus looked up to see her standing there, and suddenly a glimmer of hope tingled at his heart. He could do it, e just needed time, time to get away from his stepfather. And Mary would help him.
"I know, but what can I do about it" Jesus was gloomy. "I'm just fifteen, I need to put up with his crap for another three years. And then I think Mother would like me to take over his cattle business."
"You're a speshul person, Jesus," Mary told him, and suddenly she was coming closer and her mouth was on his. It was warm and he felt tingly but only cause it was Mary, he wasn't turned on in the slightest.
"I'm sorry Mary, I don't like you that way," Jesus turned away. "I just—I just want to be friends."
Mary nodded, and Jesus would have sworn he saaw a tear fall from her cheek but Mary was feisty, Mary didn't cry. "I understand, Jay. And I'll get you home if that's the last thing I do."
And Jesus lived in hope. For the next week, by day he w3orked, uncomplaining, amongst the cattle and whatever, and at night fucking Godric Yahweh without complaint. But then something happened, something that would change his world forever.
Mary Madagelene overdossed on herbal headache tablets she bought from the witch near their hut.
Jesus cried for days, but this time not even his mother could make it better. So, he pukked up the little strength he could muster, and ran to the woods.
The Magick Woods.
AN: Please review!! I've near written a Biblefic before lmao only fics for bands and whatever. So, hope you enjoy it. :)