31 Turning to God - I

A dress was already kept out for her on her bed when she came out of the shower.

Church, she concluded by just looking at the dress. They were going to church. But the question was, why were they going to church, for it was not even Sunday.

Joyce was still a little scared after what had happened last night. The brunt of her father's anger had been taken by her brother and she was not going to get into crosshairs now, especially when she could be someone who could end up as collateral damage.

She wore the dress that had been laid out on the bed before gathering all her hair into a ponytail. The swelling had gone down a lot.

The rumble of her fathers car made her run to the window and look from the corner of it. He left.

Her father left the estate.

Muttering a quick prayer to God, she thanked him for sending her father out of the house or whatever situation had popped up.

Now she felt at ease as she walked out of her room and into the kitchen where she found her mother.

"We are going to church?" Joyce questioned her as she moved around to make herself a cup of tea.

"Yes,"

"Why?" it was not a Sunday, it was not a holiday. In fact, it was a college day.

"because when you cannot control things, You go and beg the Almighty to turn things into your favor." Joyce halted.

Brianna continued. "I overheard the conversation between your father and your brother. None of which we can control so I want to go to the one person that I can beg freely to help you.."

"God." Joyce murmured the answer under her breath. But it was not like God himself was going to come to church to advise or help them in any way. He was just going to listen to their problems.

Because, otherwise, if God had to do something, God would give her someone who she loved, and who would love her, but no matter what. God would give her George.

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The old Irish Catholic Church the day would go to was also shared by a lot of English. Even though there were a lot of smiles on the faces of the people, there was also a lot of hidden animosity between the two.

But as long as everyone was inside the church, attending a sermon, no one showcased their true feelings on their faces.

Joyce did not bother sitting in the front with her mother, who was also gossiping with the ladies, she sat in the back instead.

It was just her and God, or at least the statue of the person that she was looking at.

Why could she not have George? Everyone found someone that they could love without any conditions attached, and she just wanted a normal, a very simple and honest percent love. She just wanted George.

Excusing herself when she felt the sudden pressure build inside her, she slipped out of the seats and walked towards the bathroom.

Relieving herself quickly, she washed her hands before working out of the loo. Joyce gulped when she saw a woman stand against the wall, or more like lean against it like she needed support.

"Excuse me," she murmured softly, touching the elbow of the woman. "Are you alright?"

"I think I just need to sit down. It's my blood pressure.."

"Oh, alright. I will help you." Carefully, Joyce separated the woman from the wall and took on as much weight as she could.

She helped the Elder woman towards the seats that she had been sitting in, at the very back where one could actually hide from people in church.

"Thank you." She sighed loudly, and closed her eyes. "I have no idea what just happened."

"That's quite alright." Joyce waived off any concerns of her, and she went back to her daydreaming.

George. Why could she not have—

"Who is he?" The woman asked with twinkling eyes, almost knocking out the breath of Joyce.