Temple of Jezzebel (pt 4&5)

*Lol. Okay so i know you guys are extra pissed with me. But that storm that came to Detroit Mi (which is where i live) through me ALL off. I had a pregnancy scare with "my boyfriend" *eye rolls* so yeah i was doing alot. BUT im giving you part 4 AND 5 today lol. Once again I apologize you guys for the delay.*

Bishop Murray

It seemed like everyone was in shock EXCEPT Mother Temple. She came to church sunday morning and strolled down the aisle with her head up high, despite the whispers. There was a jezzebel in the church, they were sayin, and that jezzebel was her 3mnth pregnant daughter. I, personally, felt like a failure. Beyond a failure.

See im the ASSISTANT Pastor at this church. I just became pastor. I was ELDER Murray and after I finished school at Bishops Theology college and past my test I was blessed enough to become Bishop. But Bishop Reuben Murray, my father was the owner of this church. He assisted in building this church with his bare hands. He laid on his face everynight during construction praying that God annoint the church and make it so that he could be a blessing to the people in our niegboorhood.

He left me in charge of the church almost a year ago. He went to Africa to build another church and to train Minister Adwele Awoluwa. The point of the matter im trying to get at is that my dad is comming home today, and the very foundation and dirt of this church, that he had helped build with his own to hands, that he had cried out to the lord night after night, is diseased. Poisoned to the very core. And I helped in making it that way.

I sighed and hung up the phone. I had spent the last hour making arrangements for my father when he returned. Making sure groceries were in his home. He had a ride from the airport, etc. Looking at my watch I grabbed my jacket and headed toward the door. My body felt weary and I literally felt like dying. It was one thing to disappoint my father, but God...

Mother Temple had called me earlier and said that she wanted to meet with me. She had somethings she wanted to discuss with me. I hope to God her daugther wasnt there. I cant face here right now......not the way I feel. I might kill her. seriously.

Mother Temple

Now, after it all, I was nervous. I sat timidly sipping my Ginger Ale on my patio. Jezzebel layed sprawled out beside me in my lawn chair. I invited her over to talk, yet we hadnt said anything to each other in the last 2hours shes been here. How do i say it? I shouldnt feel bad I should feel outaged. Even if she hadnt had sex with Bishop, the list still goes on. But I felt bad that I hadnt after all these years told her the truth.

"Ma, Whats wrong", a whisper came.

I looked over at my daughter and smiled a weak smile. I sat up and cleared my throat.

"Well, I invited you over here because I wanted to talk to you about some things", I stammered.

Jezze face went starch white and she shot up out the lawn chair.

"Mama, pleaaaase dont tell me your sick" She whined with tears forming in the crevices of her eyes.

"Oh no baby" I almost laughed, "Here sit down, its nothing along those lines. Me and God already talked about that and im gone be here for a while", I smiled.

She laughed lightly and smiled while reaching for my hand. And then it hit me. As I looked into her eyes flashes of her as a child flicked through my head. Such a sweet girl. I had to save my baby. I knew deep down in her heart this isnt what she wanted.

This isnt who she was. She was sweet lil ol Jezzebel. The same girl that wanted to go to school to be a pediatrician. The same lil girl that got all A's in school. The same girl that volunteered for everything she was big enough to do in the church. Emotions came over me like the spirit as I dropped to my knees still grasping my daughters hands.

I was suprised to see when I finally looked back up at her that tears stained her face, and that she had slid down to her knees aswell. I bowed my head and continued into a silent prayer. The spirit swooped down on me so fast I could barely speak. but I wanted to get this prayer out..for my child.

"Praise Him" I heard a manly voice whisper.

I opened my eyes and followed Jezze confused gaze only to meet eye to eye with Bishop Murray. Or well Bishop Reuben Murray Sr.

~Temple of Jezzbel~ pt 5

Jezzebel

I remember the last time I saw Bishop Murray Sr. I had just recieved the gift of the Holyghost. That felt like so long ago. I stood and helped my mother off her knees.

"Praise the lord", he smiled.

"Praise the lord " we both stated in a wispy manner. Obviously we were both shocked.

He stepped to the side as Bishop Murray Jr came briskly into the room.

"Dad", he rasped out of breath," What are you doing here? I wasnt expecting you for another 3 hours, I had a car ready and everything", he sputtered.

He was nervous of where this visit would lead. I didnt blame him, actually. I felt the same.

Bishop Sr patted his son on the sholder lightly and smiled firmly.

"I wanted to stopped in and see my grand daughter, is that okay with you son" he beckoned.

Silence filled the room and I noticed the only confused people in here were the sinners. Its always the sinners that get left is disarray. They prance around like they know everything and cant be touched and are the main ones left behind and confused.

"Im so sorry Jezze" my mother sighed as she reached for my hand.

My neck snapped in her direction as tears began to form and sting my eyes. Like a rush of water they fell, quckly in a stream.

"Rose, what does he mean" Murray Jr looked back and forth between my mothers sad face and Rueben Sr's serene calm face.

Clearly he knew of this already. As it dawned on Bishop Murray Jr what was being said, his eyes darkened. It seems in slow motion to me as the chain of events play out.  His hands fiercely shot out and pushed my mother down onto the lawn chair. He lunged toward me leaping over her sprawled out legs. His father reached to grab his sholder and failed to contact sending him reeling over in a frontward position. He landed hard and my mother crawled to make sure he was okay. And I stood there, in shock as Murray Jr scrimmaged for me. His face had contorted into some beastly expression and his hands had twisted into a claw formation.

When he reached me his body engulfed mine and we both toppled over backwards. We crashed into the Segway table on the way down causing my mother to scream and frantically crawl from Rueben Sr to me and Jr.

His hands clamped around my throat, a position I knew all to well. But id only experienced during sexually encounters with him. He growled ferociously, snarling and spitting as he squeezed tighter on my neck. I deserved this, right? You reep what you sow. Thats the saying right? What goes around comes around?

He released one hand from my neck still holding me firmly. His other hand raised slowly and he clenched it into a tight fist. He looked at me in my eyes and bit down on his lips. He paused for a moment, and it seemed in that moment that everything grew silent. My mother had managed to crawl over to us and was tugging at his pants leg. I had no fight in me. This was my chance to get up and fight back and I had none left. Maybe he was doing me a favor. So I layed there, defenseless, with him snarling down at me.

His hand slowly seemed to unclench. Tears began to leak fron his face on to my shirt. But just as soon as peace comes in the midst of things, the devil will lurk. He shook his head swiftly as if trying to shake any positive thoughts and raised his fist back up over me, aiming at my stomach. His breathing became jagged and his fist was back in its skin ripping clench.

" I cant" he trembled.

Slow motion. His hand slamed down onto my stomach. no pain, just pressure. Unbearable pressure. As if my stomach would inplode to explode at any moment. Repeatedly blow ofter blow rained down on my stomach. Dizziness consumed me and my breath grew short.My baby I thought yet I made no attempt to stop the attack. My mothers scream came with me even as I blacked out. Ringing in my ears, echoing vibrations in the pit of my soul.

I remember my mother told me that there were some people that werent fit for hell. Not yet atleast. They were in chains, hanging over hell. The ones turned over to a repubated mind. I understood now as  felt the chains slithering over my wrist, my feet. I was bound. Like the rest, hanging over hell. Not fit yet to be down there fully. I was hanging next to the John Wayne Gacys'. The Ted Bundy's, Jeffrey Dahmers. I was a monster. Beastly creation....

My revelation came, but it came all to late. And somehow I knew this is what will be left of me...........and I deserved this........

~Temple of Jezzebel~