I reached back and locked the door. “Charlotte Reese you open this door now,” she yelled.
I could hear a rustle outside the door and that it was it. She had opened it with the screwdriver again. “I knew it. Reese what did I tell you about that awful show?” she said to me.
“It’s just a show mother,” I defended myself.
“Beverly Hills 90210 is inappropriate for sixteen year old girls,” she scolded me.
“Mom the characters on the show are even younger than me,” I said.
“And they are having sex in high school,” she said.
“What’s going on in here?” my father said coming up behind her.
“She was watching that show again about the teenagers fornicating,” my mother said.
“Damm it Reese. We take your television, and now you stoop as low as watching that show through the neighbors’ window,” my father said to me.
I was furious I had no privacy and no social life. I was one step away from calling my cousin Tina Faye and asking if I could come and live with her. “What’s the big deal daddy?” I said.
“Do you want to end up like your sister? She was nothing but a hussy. A disgrace to this family and to our Christian faith,” he said.
“But Daddy,” I said.
“No butts. And don’t think I don’t know what your little boyfriend wants every time he looks at you. You’re lucky I allow you to see that Hanson boy,” he said.
“Daddy I love him,” I said.
“You don’t know what love is. Now get over here,” he said.
I walked over to him. “I want you to read the proverbs section of the bible until something sinks in. I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but you need to love Jesus first. What would Jesus do?” he said.
I wanted to roll my eyes, but I knew that’d only result in an addition of bible chapters. I opened it and started to skim. My daddy doesn’t realize that he made me read the bible so many times that I have it almost all memorized. They even read from the bible in place of bedtime stories. I flipped the page of the bible and I could feel their eyes on me. “Bud let her be. Charlotte is a good girl. She’s my precious girl,” my grandfather said as he stroked my hair.
I felt sick to my stomach. My grandfather was the man I hated most in the world and I couldn’t even react, because my parents would never believe me and they’d rant and rave about how I’m not being a good Christian. I decided that if I could finish my pretend reading in about twenty minutes, then I could call Isaac, he could sneak me in and I could catch the last ten minutes of my show. It sounds crazy, but I sneak out all the time. Isaac has been saving me since we were little kids, what’s one more night?
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