Broken Salvation | 18+

nine

    We got some sleep after that, but not too much. Sunday morning came far too quickly seeing as we had a very late night, or in reality early morning.

    Dressing that morning, I was distraught when I realized my necklace was gone. I never took it off, not even when I showered. I knew exactly where it was, but by the time I got to the church that morning, there were already people filling the pews.

    It was not long and we were soon back in the church, Father Boss giving a passionate sermon as he always did. As I and the children listened from downstairs in the Sunday school room we had worked so tirelessly on. He was so inspiring, even when I couldn't see him. It really was amazing.

    After the sermon and Sunday school I found myself up in the small fellowship hall that just had tables and chairs for people to enjoy a snack after church. I sat at one of the busier tables, having a lot of the parents stopping and thanking me for my work with the children the past couple Sundays. It was really an honor to me, but it felt nice to get so much recognition still. I enjoyed my coffee with some of the other churchgoers, munching on cookies, when dad was suddenly standing right behind me. I felt him tap on my shoulder before looking back and wondering just what the man had to say to me after everything that happened. The wrinkles in his face seemed to grow deeper than before and his hair was rapidly graying. I had never seen him look so old and feeble. Life without me and mom around must have been hard. Fifty percent of that was his own decision. It reminded me that I needed to pray for Granny this evening.

    "I think you lost this," he grumbled. Then I noticed the necklace dangling from his grip and my face went red. Silently, he held it out to me, giving me the meanest look I think I had ever seen from him. Even meaner than when he kicked me out.

    "O-Oh you found it. I must have lost it cleaning yesterday." I said as I reached out and took my silver crucifix from him. The salt and pepper haired man rolled his eyes at that.

    "I'm sure that's all it was," he scoffed. "You're just like your mother.." The last bit was said through his teeth as if he couldn't stand to even look at me. With that, the old man carelessly placed his mug down beside me and turned to leave the church.

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    "You're just like your mother."

    His voice was ringing like church bells in my ear. What did he mean by that? I needed to know what he meant, but I had no idea how to find out. It was as I was washing up the thirty mugs one idea that popped into my mind though and that was the internet. From what I understood, everything was on there. So, I wanted to see what I could find but I would need the help of my priest for sure.

    When I finished up with the cleaning I found myself knocking on Father Boss' door. "Come in!" As I entered, Evan was looking at me with a little smirk playing on his lips already. "You know, you're allowed to just walk in. Not much I could be hiding from you," he stated as he got up and came right over to me. Father Boss planted a light kiss to my lips before wrapping an arm around my waist to pick me up, carrying me over to his desk.

    I giggled as my waist was squished and he hurriedly plonked me down on the smooth wood desk. I was surprised that he was so strong, being able to carry me with such ease. Looking over, as his hands gently parted my legs, my eyes were on the open laptop that sat right beside me. I barely even noticed Father Boss sitting in front of me in his desk chair until he slipped his cold fingers further up my skirt.

    "Father, could you help me with something?" I asked, finally pulling my gaze away so I could look at him, catching his questioning expression as he arched his brow.

    "Of course," he answered, hands stopping resting on the edge of my upper thighs, squeezing them gently.

    "Will you help me look up something online?" I pointed to the laptop and got a chuckle from the man as he pushed one hand up further to go between my legs, making me gasp gently as he started to press his fingers against my womanhood through my Sunday best thin panties .