Her pastor walked towards the two of them and stood real close to Rachel, looking Jermaine up and down. He extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Pastor Hallworth."
There was something about this pastor that made Jermaine change that face that scared Rachel. Pastor Hallwaorth was a man of GOD, but he was a man's man, too. Three years in the Marines on the boxing team, ten years on the police force before he went to Bible college . . . this man was no joke.
And he would protect his flock from the devil . . . and anyone the devil chose to use.
Jermaine went into his street, lip-smaking and nervous persona that made Rachel smile. Jermaine only did that when he was scared.
"Well, I was just talking to this lady, here . . . yanno, pastor . . . "
"No, I don't know." Pastor Hallworth turned to Rachel. "Are you okay, little sister?"
"I'm fine, pastor," Rachel lied. Why couldn't she trust this pastor, who now was more like an angel than a preacher?
Ackward silence was broken by the pastor telling Jermaine, "Young man, unless you live here in the appartment complex maybe you should go home."
Jeramaine started to replay, but one look in Pastor Hallworth's face made him think twice. He slinked down the hallway and went down the stairwell.
Pastor Hallsworth tuned to Rachel, who was crying. He helped her inside, then made her promise that she would talk to the first lady. Driving home, he prayed for Rachel. He knew that Rachel needed a big sister figure now . . .