"𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒆 𝑨𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒏"

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" 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆
𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒆 𝑨𝒕
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒏" | Chapter Nine

                     " 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆                           𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒆 𝑨𝒕                        𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈                   𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒏" | Chapter Nine

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"So how are you feeling Michelle, " Father Bob asked me since today and basically every goddamn day I had to go to my therapy sessions with Father Bob.

"I'm...okay....or at least I think I am, " I say playing with my French braid.

Ever since what happened with the guys my mom's been breathing down my fucking neck. And keeping me inside the house.

The only time I ever leave the house is to go to Father Bob, but other than that, I'm in the house to my lonesome.

I seriously don't understand why my mom would send me to talk to Father Bob, when all he does is sit on his milk dub of a head ass and drink until the sunrises.

I go to church now every Sunday and Wednesday, and get blessed by Father Bob on Monday's and Saturday's. I also have to confess my sins too, even though I didn't do shit...literally.

My dad goes to the library every week to bring me my books and maybe sneak me some records up, since now my mom doesn't even want me to listen to anything that isn't doesn't pertains to the lord.

She even has me singing in the church choir, which is not okay because I can't sing. I'm horrible. So why embarrass us like that. Why?

"You either are or not. Have you been praying?" Father Bob asked.

"Yes, but....um...I don't think God can help me with this problem Father Bob, " I muttered nervously.

"And why is that?" He asked.

"Because there's something out to kill me and my friends. I know I sound crazy but...just hear me out...it comes out every 27 years and that's why kids are missing left to right. The clowns got all of Derry basically under his palm, " I said holding my head as the words just flew out my mouth.

"Well, maybe we should try other ways to cleanse your mind, " Father Bob said as his hand moved from my shoulder to my upper thigh making me get nervous and stiff.

"Um....that's not apart of the session Father Bob, " I stuttered looking down at my fingers.

"This could be our little secret, ours and God's, " Father Bob said as he gripped my thigh and felt up my arm making me close my mouth shut as tears weld up in my eyes.

No.

That's what I wanted to say or at least scream for help.

"Please don't, " I whimpered out as tears rolled down my face as he started to kiss my neck making me uncomfortable.

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