(Skephalo) Forgive me father for I have sinned

London bridges falling down

14/3/19

POV: Third person

The pastor walked the halls of his empty church as house. It was a little lonely as his son has gone off to teach that Zak boy, such a bad influence he was, but his Darryl was strong and would never be effected by someone of the likes of him. His wife had gone off to work, which left all of his family out of the house and him al alone.

While he walked, he passed his sons room, causing him to stop and face the door. He felt himself being drawn to the room for whatever reason.

The priest opened the door slowly, examining the area and every inch that was revealed the more the door was pushed wider open.

Everything looked tidy, neat and bland, just the way the pastor liked it as it showed a sign of sensibility, but one thing caught his attention;

A lump of light blue fabric sat at the foot of his sons bed, it stood out compared to the rest of the room, the exact opposite of everything else.

The father walked over and picked up the fabric, realising what it was.
A light blue hoodie, a light blue hoodie that didn't belong to Darryl.

The priest glared down at the clothing in pure disgust and annoyance, to a normal person he'd look just a little angry but inside the father was so frustrated and disturbed that he felt as if he would explode at any moment.

His own son, had directly disobeyed his orders for whatever reason it could be, continuing to wear the clothes of a waste of breathe for a reason unbeknownst to him. But what is said reason? Why? Why would he do this? Did he enjoy not following his rules? Did he want to make his father suffer? To hurt him?

Before the elder could do something irrational, he took a deep breathe and calmed himself down. He looked down at the clothing item one more time, but now in his usual state.

Micheal ticked his tongue a few times, much like what you would hear with a parent upset with their young child. He shook his head and smirked slightly, an evil, merciless smirk.

"If he wants to act this way," He held the hoodie firmly in his hand as he left the room, "then so be it."

The priest made his way of if the bedroom and closed the door, and he strolled his way to his own room. Micheal walked inside, folding and neatly placing the hoodie in one of the draws in his dresser.

'Maybe I'll have to keep a closer eye on him'

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