Page 23 of Thots and Prayers

“You just needed an excuse to finally break free and pretend to fuck your mother. All of you were looking was for an excuse and I gave it to you,” Constantine told him.

Mitch ran toward me, hammer high in the air.

I screamed and fell to the ground, but he was faster than me and swung down, hitting me in the shoulder. The hammer hit bone and I heard the crunch of my shoulder blade.

“Oh, that was a mistake.”

I was in too much pain to move, but I heard Constantine’s boots as he stormed over to Mitch. Mitch pleaded for him not to hurt him, but it was too late. As my body began to heal itself, closing the wound and fusing bone back together, I waited on the floor and listened as a sickening slice filled the air and a body dropped to the ground, gurgling. Constantine returned to me, lifting me up.

Everyone returned to their former state of panic. Screams ran out, a gun went off, and sirens were coming from outside.

“Jesus Christ,” Constantine muttered. He plucked the hammer from Mitch’s dead hand and went to Kansas, yanking all three nails out with lightning speed. Kansas screamed with each one, but the moment he was free, he sat up and jumped off the table. He yelped from the pain as the holes bled freely while he tried to put his clothes on. His wounds were healing fast, like mine had, but it was still a painful process.

“We need to go.” Constantine grabbed my hand and waved to Kansas.

“How?” Kansas asked, buckling his belt as we fled through a door in the back. Another gunshot went off and the door behind us exploded into splinters. I screamed as I ducked, and Kansas pushed me forward. “Come on, keep going.”

Constantine led us through the back rooms, down the halls and stairs I didn’t know were there. We’d only been here a little over a week, but he navigated this building like we’d been here for years. Finally, we saw an emergency exit. He pushed through it and I flinched at the brightness of the outside sunlight. When my eyes adjusted, I gasped.

“The car. It’s fixed?”

“Yeah baby, let’s go.” Constantine opened the door and urged me inside quickly. I looked in the back and saw our luggage. Kansas hurried to the other side and we looked out to see what was holding Constantine up.

“Are you coming?” I asked. My stomach knotted, worried he’d tell me no. Had he gotten a taste of how power and religion mixed could corrupt? Would he want to stay and try to persuade this town or one close by to let him lead them?

Had he turned into his father?

Was he the new Sinister Minister?

Constantine didn’t look my way. He put his hands on his hips and sighed.

“Should we burn it down?”

“No!” Kansas and I shouted in unison.

Constantine shrugged and turned to get in the car.

“I mean, it was worth a shot. I think I might be becoming a pyro,” Constantine joked. He shut the door, turned the key, and we sped off just as people were bounding out of the door, shaking their fists at us.

He reached for my hand and entwined our fingers.

“Are you... okay?” I asked, needing to know his heart and mind were back to normal.

Constantine didn’t speak for a moment but then nodded. “Yeah. You know, it was fun for a little bit, but I think I may have taken this whole thing a little too far. They just really irked me. I don’t need their thoughts and prayers. I don’t need saving. I just want to be treated kindly.”

Kansas snickered from his side of the car. “Okay, Mr. After-school Special. I’m fine, too, by the way.” He waved his hand. It was bloody, but the holes from the nails were gone. “Thanks for that, fucker.”

“Anytime, pal. You know, I will say, that may be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, you splayed out on the cross while our girl fucks you. I wouldn’t mind trying that position out sometime.”

“As long as I get to be the one to hammer in the nails.” Kansas laughed.

“Deal. What do you say, princess?”

My men looked at me in the middle, and I inhaled deeply.

“Just keep religion out of it and I’ll be down for just about anything.”

The End

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