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Chapter 15

            For the rest of the week, my back was pretty sore, but not as bad as that first day. I was able to go to school, but I had to be very careful. Blake helped me as much as he could, but there was only so much he could do.

            By the time the weekend rolled around, I was physically exhausted. I spent Saturday morning lazing around, watching TV and generally doing nothing. When Blake came over in the afternoon, I still had no energy, but I made the effort to entertain him.

            We were sitting in my room, listening to some music, when he suddenly stood up and pulled me to my feet. I groaned as I stood up. “Why are you making me move?”

            “Because you’re being boring. So you’re going to sing something for me.”

            “I am?”

            “Yes, you are. I want to hear what you sound like.”

            I grumbled a little, but agreed anyways. We walked to the music room and I had him sit down on the bench beside me. “What should I play?”

            He shrugged. “Whatever you want too.”

            I thought back over the last few days, and how the pain in my back had all started due to a text from Marcus. A smile played over my lips as I started playing the piano.

I haven't been to church since I don't remember when
Things were going great ‘til they fell apart again
So I listened to the preacher as he told me what to do
He said you can’t go hating others who have done wrong to you.
Sometimes we get angry, but we must not condemn.
Let the good Lord do His job and you just pray for them.

 

Blake started chuckling when he recognized the song, and he joined in the singing when I started the chorus.

I pray your brakes go out running down a hill
I pray a flowerpot falls from a windowsill

And knocks you in the head like I'd like to
I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls
I pray you're flying high when your engine stalls
I pray all your dreams never come true
Just know wherever you are honey, I pray for you

I'm really glad I found my way to church
'Cause I'm already feeling better and I thank God for his words.
Yeah I'm going take the high road,
And do what the preacher told me to do,
You keep messing up and I'll keep praying for you.

I pray your tire blows out at 110.
I pray you pass out drunk with your best friend and wake up with
his and her tattoos.

I pray your brakes go out running down a hill.
I pray a flowerpot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the
head like I'd like to.
I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls
I pray you're flying high when your engine stalls
I pray all your dreams never come true
Just know wherever you are, near or far, in your house or in your
car,
wherever you are honey, I pray for you.
I pray for you

            When the song was done, Blake turned to me. “What brought that song on?”

            “I was thinking about what happened this week, and it was all triggered by Marcus. This song just portrays what I feel about him.”

            Blake nodded. “I can understand that.”

            “People suck, don’t they?” I asked.

            “A lot of them do. But not us. We rock.”

            I laughed and then stood up from the bench. “You hungry?”