Short little stories for fun

Title: My home is not a sin.

The religious guy perspective from my last story My Prayer

(TW: Subtle domestic abuse)

Throughout my life, I am conflicted with faith and God. Prayers.. were they even genuine? Are they to cover up sins or for the good of others?

I live in fear, I had nothing but God to feel the accompany of someone watching over me. Maybe it sounds selfish but, even that sometimes makes me feel lonely.

Until him. This person, kind enough to helped me collect the papers back up when I was handing them out.

I live in fear, I talked about God to this person, getting him to go to Church. Ignorant words that no human should ever spoke about someone they love like that, not even God. I can see his eyes darting at me sharply and I felt guilty, I must've disturbed his time.

"I'm sorry, just at least.. have this paper." I'm sorry, I just don't want to go home without fulfilling my work, I don't want to hear his rage.

I am selfish, I prayed for my life, I begged to God in my mind to have one more person to go to the Church. Please. I'm scared. Please, God, I don't want any scars today. Not today, please.

He sighed giving up denying and taking that paper, I sighed out of relief. He may not come by at Sunday, but one last piece of my soul and faith was poured in that paper I gave, at least today is safe.

I prepared for his fist that day, preparing after Church, I'll have to take it. Seeing how he can cover his sins behind the face God gave him, greeting a few of the people I convinced them to come by. The smile the lord gave to bring joy to people, but how is it my own father's smile bring me fear? His laughter doesn't fill up anything but unfamiliarity.

There is one more person that needs to come by, I'll be able to be safe for today too. Praying, hoping, there's going to be someone. The least unexpected one came by. The person I gave the last paper to.

I'm safe today, thank you.

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To my surprise, the same person came by again the next Sunday, third time too. I remembered the day I was giving out those papers, he refused because he's not interested, assuming maybe he wasn't a believer.

I approached him, talked for a while. He's a witty soul, made me laugh with his best customer joke. Didn't expect that when he seemed cold.

He shrugged "Hoping to find something to pray about my life maybe."

Admiration sparked in me. I nodded, I was struggling with prayers too. "Any miracle?"

"You tell me."

I chuckled, been awhile since I've let out a laughter around here. "I'll tell you this, I have faith that you'll find out what to pray about. Just.. make sure it's from the heart." My father in my mind when those words fell out of me. May faith follow this soul to a good path.

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He kept coming by, he wasn't exactly joking he's the best customer. I see him praying every time he comes by, I admire it. I shared him the bible at times, whenever or if he's comfortable about it. We had to be quiet at times, I didn't told him the actual reason, he taught me morse codes though, he sometimes tap on the bible, asking "r u ok?" he checks up on me, I always looked out for others and myself. Only God has looked after me. The first someone looked after me here..