(Skephalo) Forgive me father for I have sinned

It's alright it's okay

12/3/19

The church creaked as the wind and rain blew down harshly onto the old building, it was a Sunday and thirty minutes before anyone arrived, or was supposed to arrive.

Zane entered the building, searching the room almost immediately for the old priest. He walked further in, pulling up the sleeves of his collared shirt. "Micheal!" Zane called out, waiting for a response as he strutted further into the church. The priest came out from the hallway, nodding a greetings to the man before him. "Hello Zane, a bit early don't you think?"
Zane nodded, keeping a steady gaze and a straight face. "Can we talk, it's quite important."

The pastor was hesitant, but nodded in agreement, motioned for Zane to follow him. "My office would be the best place to talk as it's more private."

They entered the small room, it was full of draws and cabinets, papers all over the desk he slaved at everyday. The priest pulled out a chair for the other and sat himself down in his own chair. "So, what is it you wish to discuss?"

Zane took a deep breathe, convincing Micheal was going to be hard.

"After you refused to let your son near mine, my son has very obviously become less active and visibly upset. It's like he's stopped caring and like he's constantly in a bad mood, whether that be anger or sadness." The pastor didn't seem faced, like Zane thought, this was going to be hard. "And I can only imagine your son has been upset too ever since he's stopped teaching Zak." The priest delicately nodded his head, "Perhaps."

"The whole holdings hands thing was a miss understanding, I've always taught my kids that hugging, hand holding and playful fighting are all perfectly fine and healthy ways of showing platonic interest and care, I used to do all that with my friends when I was younger and it just built our friendships to be even stronger," Zane explained, leaning forward slightly, "I'm sorry if that upset you, my son was just doing what I taught him and nothing else."

Micheal stared dead into Zane's eyes, it was hard to tell but Zane nearly has him. "And, I can tell you right now that your son, Darryl, he has been actually teaching Zak and it has had an effect on him. Zak hardly gets in trouble now and has been improving, this whole tutor thing is working. So please, just let our sons interact again. It's killing them both."

The priest sat there, letting the man before him's words fully soak in. The older man sighed loudly , pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Is it alright if I drop Darryl off at your house on Tuesday?"

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~Woo! Alrighty! Finally finished that! Also btw this is unedited, I need to edit it later, it's on my long list of things to do so I'll try to do that soon. Anyways! I hope I gave you guys quite a scare, because that is just *chef kiss* (I'm joking I'm joking I love you guys mwah mwah)
But yeah! Not my favourite chapters, I hate the writing but I've written these two chapters fucking four times now and I'm not doing a fifth time so, imma just deal with it.
I hope you enjoyed! I will definitely be feasting on your tears so I'll take that as my treat.
Ba bye!~

(Also yes, the pastor's name is Micheal. Why? Is it because of the archangel Micheal and how he doesn't deserve the fame and great treatment he gets because he really wants that great and he was a bit full of himself kinda like the priest? Or is it because I was lazy and the name Micheal was the first to come to mind? We'll never know~)