Temple of Jezzebel (pt 6)

~ Minister Bridges~

The way she touched me sent shivers down my spine. Only they werent pleasurable shivers. Eva, my wife, sat naked infront of me straddling my lap. She was resting her head on the nape of my neck with her arms drapped over my shoulder. We hadnt recieved her results yet, but she insisted that we still be intimate.

I couldnt do it. Whether she had it or not didnt matter to me, nothing mattered to me any more.

And Eva. My love for her was confusing, painful,beautiful, and forbidden. Thats what made me want her more. I was torn between two beautiful women and it was killing me. The mere fact that Jezzebel was winning the battle troubled my mind.

Me and Jezzebel went way back. We were family friends. I met her before I even knew my wife and our history was intense, to the point where I wanted to marry her. But once she started backslidding the church told me our marraige would be forbidden, thus I was introduced to Eva. Dont get me wrong I loved Eva with all my heart. She had been through so much with me. But thoughts of Jezzebel still lingered in my soul.

I knew who she was. I mean i knew who she REALLY was. Me and her mother of course. Thats why we met every Sunday night to pray for her. Me and Mother Temple had talked countless nights and she said she wished I wouldve married her sooner. Maybe I could have saved her.

But I cant even save myself. With all the chain of events that had played out ,ontop of me finding out Jezze was pregnant, I was disappointed in myself and it all proved to be to much. I was living a lie and I prayed yet found no way out. Eva didnt deserve the pain. But she had to know about the affair. She had to know the truth.

I felt her breath wisping across my shoulder. I felt her clinging to me, holding on to me, trying to salvage my mind with her touches, kisses and whispers. I felt her in me. But it all to well reminded me of Jezzebel.

"Whats wrong Jody, whats on your mind" she softly breathed into my ear before sitting up to look me in the eyes.

I froze. Thought of my past, present, and my future. My life. My choices. I had to go to the hospital and see her. I HAD to. I starting shifting in my seat moving to get up. My wife looked startled and gripped my hand as I sat her on the bed. I reached for my clothes, my mind running a thousand images at once. I wonder how she would react when she seen me. Was she okay? Was she even woke? Did she lose the baby? my god, the baby......

"Jody, come on talk to me, what are you thinking about" she pried...........

"...Jezzebel..", I answered quietly before heading out the door.

~Jezzebel~

I deserved this........

This was all my fault. I felt like my world was crashing down around me all at once. The only light I could find was my baby. Even after Bishop Murray's attack the baby was okay. Im not a fool neither. I knew exactly what time it was.

When they told me that the baby was okay I sank to my knees and cried out to the lord for forgiveness. My strength left me and I was weak. Its not how hard you fall, or even the landing, my mother use to tell me. Its the getting up thats hard. Getting up and walking away with your head held high. I had fell. I was still laying in my misery trying to figure out how the hell was I gonna get up.

And usually my mother was the right person to go to for help. But it was all to late. I stood stiff, angry, and defeated against the wall as I watched my mothers heart monitor transmit its last waves into a flatline. Nurse after nurse rushed into the room surrounding her bed making failed attempts to bring her back.

She assumed that my baby had instantly died upon the attack and had a heart attack at the house before the paramedics arrived, the doctors told me. She was comatose now and wasnt responding very well. Like I said I knew what time it was and I atleast wanted to say goodbye. After pleading with the different nurses, they let me in her room.

I understood now. My mother, for my baby. You see my mom use to tell me, while lecturing me, that sometimes somebody has to die in order for someone else to live. Her last words actually.

My mother for my baby.

God has a funny way of making a blessing out of a lesson. But that revelation didnt mask the pain. She told me that there was always rain. That the angels cried tears of happiness for there newly aqquired soul. And after that day, a rainbow to sooth the people that that person had left behind.

Tears streaked my cheeks as I was rushed out of the room into the hallway. My hero was gone. I fell against the wall and sank to the floor. The cold tile pressed snugly against my butt as my hospital gown flared open. Yeah,I thought grimly, I was gone do dis to the church and do dat, and the only person I had wreaked havoc on was myself.

Lightning flickered across the sky as a random sheet of rain pelted against the building. Hmph, my mother was always right on the money when she spoke to me about religious things. Such a wise woman. Pedestrians jumbled in the hospital lobby to seek shelter, some looking at me. Yet I sat there all alone. With my eyes clenched close rocking back and forth. Silently praying.

I sat there, waiting for my rainbow to come......

~Temple fo Jezzebel*

NOTE~ trust me guys, it gets happier. Im not gonna have it all sad to much longer lol. ( if you didnt notice, Minister Bridges is on his way!!!!) but I had to set the scene though. God takes you through many obstacles before he gives you your blessing. So I wanted to get the intense and drama stuff out the way to open the storyline to her victory and triumph. Now MY mama taught me that!!! lol please keep reading and commenting.

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