The Nativity Story

Part 4- Part 1

I don't like this chapter at all. I'm highly unmotivated at them moment so um... I pray that the last part is uploaded tomorow...LATEST!

"Ain't no way I'm getting on that thing," Mary protested. "We'll look like right scrubbers!"

Joey sighed as Mary snorted at the rotten wooden cart attached to a smelly hairy pony looking horse.

"Ah come on, babe, we ain't got nothing else," Joey said as he tried to reason with her for the eighth time. " We ain't got time to be picky!" And he was right, for it was already the 25th of December, the date of the Son of God's birth and it was just after three pm which meant that if what the angel had said was true, the child had around five hours left and it was to be born. The journey took just over two hours but Joseph wanted to her to be comfortable before the birth, not running around and looking for somewhere to stay last minute.

After a lot of time wasting, eating and a bit of TV watching, it was already seven pm. After a lot of reasoning, pursuasion and begging from Joey, Mary had finally agreed to start moving. The problem with that was it was winter time and during that time, England became dark really early so by the time they were on the road, it was pitch black.

Just as they had assumed, the journey was anything but easy. Every few minutes, the duo had to stop so that Mary could vomit everything in her stomach, urinate or buy whatever she was momentarily crazing. At this moment, she was screaming for Marmite Jammy Dodgers so when the duo stopped at their third petrol station, Joey bought two jars of marmite and three expired packets of Jammie Dodgers. To save time, he also bought her a bucket to pee in so that they wouldn't have to keep stoping at petrol stations but Mary refused, saying that she wasn't some kind of animal who couldn't 'piss' in the toilet.

When they'd reached Manchester, which was just less than an hour away from Barnsley, Mary's water had long since broken and she was now in labour, not that she noticed. Gabrielle had told the teens that, for the safety of the baby, Mary would not feel the pain of childbirth until the very last few minutes of the child's birth. As the teens only had an hour left until D-day, they wasted no time in Manchester and returned on the road. After one or two 'Maccy D of course.

By the time they'd reached their destination, there was absolute darkness. There was not one star in the sky. The moon was the only thing that seemed to illuminate the sky.

"Arghh!" Mary gasped, her hands quickly flying to her stomach. "Joey! Hospital."

The baby was coming. Mary started wiggling and waggling in the hope that a new position would lessen the pain but, if anything, it made it worse.

"Joey!" she screamed but Joey didn't do anything. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't take her to the hospital, he'd been told by Gabrielle that the hospital would ruin the prophecy. And as much as Joey disliked the angel, he wasn't going to let that make him anger God. Who knows what he'd do to those who destroy the prophecy. It can't be nice.

"Baby," Joey cooed as he wiped her sweating brow. She had long since stopped gasping and had resulted to screaming for Joey to take her to the hospital. "There ain't no hospicals 'ere." He hated to lie to her but he felt like he had no choice. 

The duo were starting to attract some attention as they strolled down the streets on Barsnley. Families were peering out of their windows to see what was happening outside. When they saw the duo on the cart, they'd just snort and mutter something about 'filthy gypos'.

"You there!" A voice yelled catching Joey's attention immediately. He put himself on guard just incase the person meant trouble. He relaxed a little when he saw the little fat greying man. "Whatya making all that noise fer?"

Joey hesitated before he spoke. "We have nowhere to go and my girlfriend's pregnant," he stammered. As if to prove a point, Mary started screaming. 

"Well ye can't come in mi ars but ye can go and kip in mi shed out in back though," the stubby man said.

It took a while for Joey to understand what the man had said but after a while he agreed. "Thank you," Joey said before turning to Mary. "We're gonna go in his shed okay." Mary didn't hear him or chose to ignore him because she kept screaming.

"Yer gunna ave ta leave yer orse artside. I dunt want shit in mi yard."

Wasn't that a bit too easy? Well tough. Next chappie up tomorow or tonight... who knows?