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Bless Me Father	By : MyBloodItches Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 4362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eleven
I had it all figured out, the timing to it all had to be perfect. From the time we got there till the time we left that miserable Cathedral. I had it figured that it would be empty till at least 5 a.m., then all the alter boys and Father Rivers would all arrive and prepare for services. That of coarse left me a two hour time frame to do all the things I had to do. And two hours was perfect.
"There's a collection box- at the head of the church. We have to get it before anything else. It probably has a lock on it, fuck picking it just grab the whole box..." I explained giving Paul some sort of last minute reminders. The money, was going to become a crucial part of the whole plot. I knew that the issue of money would somehow come up in it all. And if I had the money for him- then everything would be okay. Well, it sounded good in theory anyway. But then again, I guess if you smoked enough heroine anything would sound relatively great.
"How much is in it...is it a lot?" Paul predictable as ever, asked to me. And I suppose had I of been in his same situation- I'd of been asking the same sort of question. He could have gotten in a lot of trouble for what he was going to help me do. So naturally the amount of money involved was also a factor.
"Well I'm not exactly sure, but it'll be worth it okay?" I promised him rather blindly- because I could distinctly remember the big wooden lock box at the head of all the Cathedral pews. The collection box. I know how awful it sounds, robbing a church of all it's followers' offerings. But my mindset on organized religion and Priests at that time wasn't exactly wonderful. And part of me figured if I was going to burn down a church, I might as well rob it too and just completely go to hell.
My stomach began to twist itself to knots as the tall stained glass windows began to come into sight- the early morning moon light hitting the colors in just the right angle. This was really happening- we were really going to do this.
Its easy, to throw together a makeshift Molotov-cocktail. Given any glass bottle, a little gasoline and a rag you could catch almost anything on fire.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Paul rattled as we quickly began to make our way around the church. I knew the back door would be the best bet for us- bringing less attention to the church was of coarse the idea.
"The movies." I joked while sitting the familiar brown beer bottle in my hand down on to the street. "Okay here's the tricky part.." I then muttered as I took the short crowbar in my hand and began to pry the thick wooden door from its locked position. The task proved to be a hard one for myself, but upon seeing me struggle Paul sat down the bottles that he held in his hands, taking my place in front of the door.
"You weigh like 90 pounds like you're gonna be able to get that door open." He chuckled and with in a matter of seconds I heard the distinct popping sound of the doors locking mechanism. And just like that we were in.
The empty desolate church was nearly twice as uncomfortable to me as the first time I'd stepped into the place. A sick silence seemed to lume in the air around us, sending a tiny chill through my body. I hated that church. The very sight of such an unholy place made me sick. Because no one else in the entire town knew how horrible a place it really was. Mothers trusted their children to the completely wrong person, Father Rivers was using their trust against them- he was a fraud. And God only knew how many other boys he was doing this to. It all had to stop, I knew that for sure.
"Come on I see what we're after...hurry and help me get this." I whispered to him as we approached the main room I could see the lock box sitting appropriately enough beside the Podium that sat at the head of the room. I hated that podium, I'd decided that too. After all, that podium was where he stood to tell his lies, speak his love of Christ- only to turn around and molest innocent children.
"I want to fucking burn this." I concluded while kicking the wooden podium down onto its back.
"So fucking burn it." Paul chuckled as if not understand why I would even hesitate. Arson just so happened to be another one of Paul's favorite past times. Call it a hobby if you will. "If you ask me, this guy deserves a lot more than just a fire."
"We aren't going to hurt him....yet." I said shaking my head. Yet being the operative word. "Just grab that box and get ready to run okay? Let's finish this." I muttered as I pulled the tiny BIC lighter from my pants pocket. I can still remember to this day, what those flames looked like. I can see them to this day vividly- thick cascading waves of orange and red, like some sick comfort to me. It amazed me how quickly the fire spread from one side of the putrid building and then to the other. And what had once just been a thought was now a very fucked up reality. I could hear the fire truck sirens somewhere off in the distance as we stomped down the sidewalk, but I knew for sure they'd never get there in time.
"This way..come on.." Paul called to me as we approached a tiny alleyway almost four blocks from the church itself. I nodded my head silently, pleased with his suggestion. It was my personal opinion that for the next few hours, hiding was in our best interest. So as if we were two bums on the street the two of us huddled beside a dumpster in the alleyway picking the lock from the collection box. And like some sick pirates chest we counted the bounty by streetlight; only taking enough of a break to stop and get high. I suppose its obvious why we'd need to calm our never after such an activity.
"How much do we have?" Paul whispered to me, a slightly giddy smile sliding across his face. I knew what he was implying so naturally I pulled a few of the crumpled bills from the stack of money, handing them to him. Any other kid would have done the same as him though, we preformed a nearly flawless robbery- he simply wanted his cut.
"Here's three hundred, the rest is Joel's." I calmly explained to him almost daring him to object, but he only nodded his head sticking the cash into his back pocket.
"Cool..so it's been 30 minutes..let's start heading home, but We'll take the back way." He said and I agreed. Making a move to collect all the money into my hands I nodded my head stuffing it into my pants pockets.
"Yeah...Hey Paul." I smiled as we began to walk down the alleyway together. "Thanks for helping me." I spat out uncomfortably- the words 'thank you' never seemed to come easy for me. But somehow I knew they were in order.
"Hey dude no problem..you know I love to get in some good trouble..and this...is good trouble." He chuckled, which in turn had me smiling. I was always too messed up to think about it- but really Paul had been the closest thing to a best friend I'd ever had.
"Cool...and...Paul?"
"Yeah Billy?"
"Don't tell Joel about this."
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