Free Prison Throne by T. Styles

her parents and their strength.
    Maureen didn’t know what was troubling Snow, neither did her father for that matter, but they made it clear that they had her back. And that even if the world attempted to besiege her, there would always be love for Snow in their home.
    If the truth be told, then this also must be said. Lamont was a religious man who, when he announced he loved the Lord, meant it with every fiber of his being. But, he would just as soon commit mass homicide if anybody shaved a hair on gentle Snow’s head and then await his chariot to hell.
    Besides, the agony they felt having to take Snow to an abortion clinic was enormous. They essentially assisted in the murder of their first grandchild and they weren’t feeling it one bit. But Snow had big dreams and she felt a child might get in the way. Moreover, after hearing Rasim carry on about another girl, she didn’t want to birth his baby anyway. He never even said he loved her.
    In that way, Snow was stronger than most teenagers her age who would have carried the baby just to keep a connection with its father.
    Had it not been for the fact that Snow said the young man didn’t know about her pregnancy, Lamont would’ve hit it to Strawberry Meadows ‘70s Gangster style.
    The strategy would’ve been quite simple really. He would’ve yanked the boy out of the home by way of his vocal cords, placed a cool barrel to his head and demonstrated how quickly it heated up. And all anybody watching could say would be, “Poor Rasim”.
    Luckily for Rasim, that was unnecessary, for when Lamont gazed into Snow’s eyes he knew she was in love. And for a doting father, for the moment anyway, that would simply have to do.
    When Rasim’s beautiful face infiltrated Snow’s mind again her heart ached, literally . It was like some weird contractions that made it difficult to breathe. Was she having a heart attack? Was she about to die? Why was she forced to see his face disappear and reappear as if on repeat?
    It hurt too fucking much!
    Make it stop!
    Frustrated, she slammed her eyes shut and tried to push the pain away from her spirit. Placing her free hand over her chest, she demanded that either God bring him back to her at once, or strike any existence of him from her mind. Forever . 
    The pain.
    Oh the pain!
    It was pure agony and yet that was not a strong enough word.
    All Snow could do was relinquish power over to God and allow Him to heal her. Loving Rasim was not strong enough to overcome the soreness of losing him. She didn’t want to feel this type of suffering again.
    With her lids still closed, she felt her body trembling at volcanic levels. She was about to cry and beg the preacher to lay hands on her soul when suddenly someone lifted her hand and gripped it tightly.
    Was it God? Did He come down Himself to save her life? To heal her broken heart?
    Slowly Snow’s eyes peeled open and Rasim was staring at her. He had also been given an early release as long as his father promised to guide his path. Why, at that very moment Mr. Nami stood in back of the church as a testament of his support.
    Snow blinked a few times because this could not be real. If it were an evil joke, she would not be able to survive afterwards.
    But if it was real…if he was really there, what a beautiful way to heal her broken heart.
    Snow wasn’t the only one looking at the young man. He had also stolen Lamont and Maureen’s attention. Each of them held a pocket full of choice words with his name on it but now was not the time or place to make the delivery. The young man made an intelligent move by reentering their daughter’s world in the house of the Lord and for now he would maintain the stage and his life.
    Rasim, who didn’t place a toenail in the mosque in Strawberry Meadows, walked into the Baptist church for his precious Snow. Even Slack Jaw Morris had to clutch his collared shirt because the love in Rasim’s eyes was so strong.
    “I’m sorry,” he whispered as a