Prayer Unheard

          "I think we should go find Daddy and Zach," I said, reluctantly.
  I didn't really want to go out and face my dad, or anyone else. I wanted to stay here and explore this newly declared love with Felix. But I knew that if we didn't go find him, my father would come to us. And I didn't want my dad to find Felix and I nice and cozy on the couch together.
He'd have a cow. I loved my dad with all my heart, but he was your typical single father: overbearing and extremely over protective.
He had an aneurysm every time he discovered I was dating a guy.
  "Yeah, your right. We should get moving. Matt could probably use my help. Come on," he said as he stood up.
 He offered me his hand and without hesitation, I took it. He folded his warm fingers over mine and tugged me to my feet, our eyes locking.
 We smiled at each other, full of love and hope. At least something good would come of this horrible night.
  Even the thought of how Daddy would react to my engagement to his Deputy didn't phase me.
And I knew he would not be pleased. He thought I was too young to have a boyfriend, let alone a fiance or husband. He might even react a little over dramatically, but I didn't let the thought get to me. But whatever he said or did, Felix and I would handle it together. No matter what happened from this point on, we were in it together.

  A feeling of immense dread suddenly settled over me like an anvil hanging by a sliver of thread, and it wasn't because I was thinking about how my father would react to my engagement to Felix.        It was something else.
  The feeling made me almost listless with anticipation, but for what?
Some of the happiness seeped out of me. My mind refused to even think about what was more than likely to come. I looked up above the doorway where a ridiculous sized Jesus on a Cross hung suspended from the wall. I sent out a little prayer to God, or whoever was listening to keep us all safe tonight.
  Somehow, I didn't think God, or whoever, got that memo.