When your lost you can always be found

He's not smiling

I laugh. He has to be kidding.

My laugh dies and becomes awkward as I realize he's not laughing.

I look at him.

He's not smiling.

I tense and sit up.

"You really k-killed someone?"

He nods but doesnt look at me. "I kissed you because I've wanted to since I met you and I was afraid you would run away when you found out what I did. You're not running though."

After a long awkward silence he says,

"It was a fight."

Another pause.

"I-I didnt know my own strength, I couldnt stop, my fist k-kept colliding witth h-his head and-and"

I look and see he is crying.

I scoot closer and wrap my arms around him, not saying anything.

I know I shouldnt be scared of him, but I felt different.

His story reminded me of Zain, he was always getting in fights when he was drunk and one guy even landed in the hospital.

I missed Zain and my parents. But most of all I missed Cole. I felt like crying right there but I knew Troy was going through enough, he definately didnt need my problems too.

What I really want right now was an ice cold beer. But I have to fight the temptation.

That morning I wake up wrapped in Troys arms. I turn around in them to see he is awake. It doesnt look like he had went to sleep at all. Hes just staring into space.

Finally he says,

"I shouldnt have told you that."

When I dont respond he asks me if I'm scared. I tell him no. Then I get out of the bed, we were serving breakfast at the orphanage today.

I had started to read the Bible every day now, on my own. I even started to enjoy it like I did years ago.

I remember how my brother and I would always act out our favorite stories.

I had an idea.

I quickly finished dressing and rushed to tell it to Troy who in turn joined me to ask Pastor John.

Every night that week after Pastor John met with me, Troy and I worked on our play.

We were doing my favorite story, The Fiery Furnace.

Finally, the play was ready, we had rehearsed it with the kids from the Jerusalem Orphanage and out group and gotten costumes ready.

The play was to be at the time of our usual Church services, and Pastor John was going to preach afterwards and we would have light refreshments.

After much rehearsal and more rehearsal...

It was finally the night.

A/N Sorry it was so short. I was diagnosed with writers block yesterday.

Pastor John on the side