New Life ch 4
Once more the sun rises over South Park, shining through Jake's window and into his face, waking him up. Jake rubbed his eyes, and looked at his alarm clock, 8:45 A.M. In two hours both he and his parents would arrive at church. Jake slumped out of bed and went on his computer. He checked through his emails to see he had revived any. He did in fact, two of them, one from his friend Patrick, and one from...Cartman. How the hell did that bastard he his email address? Jake brushed it aside, and read Patrick's email.
Sup man
Its no fun around here without you no more. School's so fucking boring now, and my favorite shootin' buddy's 1500 miles away. Anyway, I hope y'all can bare the cold up there, I hear you can freeze y'alls balls up there.
See ya maybe: Pat
"Well at least he remembers me." Jake said to himself. Now it was time for Cartman's email, oh god what could it be? Jake clicked on it and read the message.
Dear new kid
I wouldn't go to church if I were you.
Heed this warning: Eric
So that was his first name. Jake wondered what Cartman had planned at church, considering what Cartman is capable of, he needed to prepare. Jake grabbed his backpack and pulled out his secret weapon, a survival knife Patrick gave to him on his tenth birthday. Jake could still remember what Patrick said once he received the weapon.
"Use this if anyone fucks with you, it'll scare 'em off."
The four inch folding blade was capable of cutting through twigs, rope, or flesh if one was to be attack by a wild animal, now it may be put to good use, but hopefully it didn't have to come to that. Putting the blade into church pants and went downstairs for breakfast. Jake sat at the table, and poured himself a bowl of cereal, his favorite in fact, Cinnamon Toast Crunch. If Jake was stranded on a desert island with only one food source, it'd be that fucking cereal. As Jake ate, his parents talked about the priest at South Park's church, Father Maxi.
"I here this guy's good" Austin said "He even changed Vatican Law, he's the once that made it okay for priests to have intercourse."
"How the hell did he do that?" Claire asked. After all, catholic law can be changed, can it?
"He went to the catacombs of the Vatican, and received the lost doctrine." Austin explained, as if anyone was supposed to know.
"Well, I'm sure he'll make a fine priest for our family." The family finished their breakfast and got dressed in their "Sunday-best." For Jake, it was a dark blue polo shirt and black khakis. His parents were also dressed fancy, and were ready. It was only 9:15 and church didn't start until 10:00, but Jake's parents wanted to meet the priest before the service began. The little family got into Austin's 1990 Camero, and drove off. They arrived at the church ten minutes later, and to their luck, barely anyone was there. The family walked in and were greeted by Father Maxi.
"Hello there, you must be the Wesley's that just moved here. I'm Father Maxi."
"Nice to meet you Father, we've heard so much about you." Claire said, admiring the priest.
"And this must be Jake, nice to meet you." Father maxi said, extending his hand. Jake accepted the handshake offer.
"Say, you're not a pedophile are you?" Jake asked bluntly.
"Jacob Wesley!" His mother uttered in shock.
"Its okay ma'am. I've seen the corruption of the church first hand, and I guarantee I have never violated any child, ever." Jake and his parents walked off awkwardly into the pews.
"Jesus Christ Jake why'd you ask such a stupid question?" Austin asked, slapping Jake in the back of the head.
"I don't know about you, but I'd like to stay unmolested thank you very much. Look, I gotta go to the bathroom." Jake got up and made his way to the bathroom. Right as Jake was about to open the door, he heard someone yelling at someone in the bathroom.
"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO BRING TOYS TO CHURCH?!" A man yelled.
"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry dad, b-b-but..." That voice, that stuttering was unmistakable, it was Butters, and his dad.
"DONT 'BUT' ME YOU FUCKING DISGRACE!" Jake heard the boy's whimper as his father punched him in the stomach. Jake cracked open the door and saw Butter's dad pick the finely dressed boy up and throw him into one of the stalls.
"YOU ARE NOT TO COME OUT UNTIL THE SERVICE IS OVER!" Butter's dad stumbled out of the bathroom, ignoring Jake. After Butters' dad was out of sight, Jake rushed in and found Butters crying in the fetal position, covered in busies and blood coming out of his nose.
"Jesus Butters." Jake said standing over the blonde haired boy. Butters jumped when he heard Jake.
"J-J-Jake, what a-a-are you doing h-h-here?" Butters choked out.
"I came here to sell porno mags, why do yo think I came to a church dressed all fancy?" Jake said sarcasticly.
"I-I-I'm sorry..." Butters continued to sob into his arms. Jake felt bad for saying that. The poor boy took it seriously, Jake sat next to Butters, putting a hand on his shoulder,
"Hey, I didn't mean to be so mean, it was a joke. Just tell me what happened, we're friends here."
"W-well, I brought a toy to church, a-and I've been told not to, a-and this is my p-punishment."
"Butters, this isn't a punishment, this is down right child abuse. Look, your suit is covered in blood, your face is bruised to hell, we need to tell someone."
"NO!" Butters screamed "I can't let m-my parents go to prison. I'll be fine J-Jake. I'm used to this sort of thing. The service is about t-to begin, so go." Jake wanted to stay with the innocent victim, but he had to honor his wishes. Jake left the bathroom and sat next to his parents. Now the entire church was filled, and to Jake's luck, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny sat next to him.
"Hey dude!" Stan said.
"Sup" Jake said, trying to act like he didn't just witness an act of child abuse. "Hey, where's ky... oh yeah, Jewish."
"Holy shit dude there's blood on your shirt!" Stan said, pointing out the small stain on Jake's right sleeve.
"Is it that time of the month already?" Kenny joked. All the boys laughed as Father Maxi began to speak.
"Good morning everyone. Today's message, is about Hell. This place, as you may already know is home to ..." Father Maxi went on to explain how Hell is full of fire and brimstone and yadda yadda yadda. As the slightly overweight priest with flat brown hair and a double-chin continued to speak, Kenny passed Jake a piece of paper, it read: Hell's no so bad once you've been. This kid would not stop talking about how he can't die. An hour later, as service drew to a close, the children were taken to the confessions booth. First Stan went, then Kenny, and now it was Jake's turn. Jake entered the dark box and heard an oddly familiar voice.
"Forgive me father for I have sinned." Jake said.
"What was your sin?" The voice asked.
"Well, last week I yelled at my mom for not getting a new game."
"Okay." Jake could have sworn he heard giggling. "Is there anything else?"
"Yeah, There's this kid , and I worry for him. You see, his parents beat him, and when I confronted him about it, he told me not to tell anyone. I feel like if I don't help him, then I'm the one responsible for his abuse. But if I say something about it, I wouldn't be honoring his request."
"So this boy, do have any...feelings for him?"
"What? No!"
"I don't belive you."
"Look dude, I don't like this kid, I just worry about him."
"Stop lying!" The voice commanded.
"That's it!" Jake got out of the confession box, and went to the box in front if it. He opened the door and saw none other than Eric Cartman.
"You motherfucker!" Cartman yelled.
"Nice try lard-ass." Jake said, pulling out his knife. "Now leave me alone, or I'll cut off you microscopic dick and feed it to you!"
"Like hell you will!" Jake took one step forward and the fat kid flinched. Jake laughed as Cartman made a run for it. Jake put away his knife and exited the church. Outside his friends were talking.
"Why was Cartman running like a pussy?" Stan asked Jake.
"That fucker was the one listing to or confessions. So I showed him my knife, and he ran to the hills."
"Dude, that is so badass." As the boys hung out, Austin socialized with Stan's dad Randy, and Kenny's dad Stuart.
"It looks like Stan and your son are good friends." Randy observed.
"So is Kenny." Stuart added.
"Hey, you want to hang out at the bar tonight?" Randy asked.
"I don't know, I got work tomorrow, and I could do without a hangover."Austin said.
"Please, pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" Randy flashed to popular puppy dog eyes, and Austin agreed.
"Alright, I'll go. I'll be there at 7:00"
"Good with us." Austin took Jake and his wife and left in their car. As they drove off, Jake saw Butters walk out of the church and into his parent's SUV.
"So where should go for lunch?" Claire asked, breaking Jake out his trance.
"Lets just eat at home." Jake said.
"He's right Claire, all the restaurants will be crowed to hell." The family went home and ate some deli sandwiches. Jake took his sandwich upstairs to his room and wrote in his journal about the day's events.
Journal 4 December 4th 11:10 A.M.
Well I would say my first time at this town's church was good,but I can't. Because today, I witnessed a horrible crime. I saw Butters' dad abuse him right there in the church bathroom. He beat the absolute shit out of Butters. He had blood all over his suit, and his face was covered in bruises. His dad didn;t let him attend service because of that. Poor Butters. I would tell someone, but Butters told me not to. The boy has Stockholm syndrome. I need to persuade him to let someone know. Other than that, Stan invited me to stay at his house tonight, even though its a school night . Hopefully dad will say yes.
A/N - I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much I enjoyed writing it. Like i said before, since I broke my leg, i wont be able to update as much as I'd like to. But, I'll get through it. See ya' later - Goateeman