I Have Friends in Holy Spaces

16. The Final Countdown...And Chapter

How am I not dead by now? It looked  like I lost so much blood from the relentless torturing sessions I have been given and I already started to feel faint. I would look down at the floor and see that it wasn't its original color anymore thanks to me.

Father Way was currently sitting in the corner, arguing with himself, trying to take control over his body, but whatever possessed him was winning at the moment. Sometimes he would win and begin untying my ropes while pleasing mercilessly for my forgiveness and then in an instant he'll bring back the knife and carve another word into my chest.

  Sinner
  Murderer
  Elena
  Boyd

  It was twice as excruciating when he began to carve Brendon's middle name on my chest; I felt a sudden guilt for his death despite the fact I wouldn't have been able to save him anyway. Perhaps it was because I led him back to the Ouija board for the stupid bet.

  While thinking about his death, a sudden thought had crossed my mind; his death was quick while mine, which no doubt will come in the near future, is so painfully slow. He took the time to carve words into me that mean not much to me, but apparently so much to him. To scar another person means to bring great emotion, and with the four words on me, Father Way no doubt had more than one demon inside him.

   My eyelids were drooping and I wanted nothing but sleep, but I was afraid to fall asleep for numerous reasons, all ending in my demise. Father Way was still in the corner shaking and I watched him for sometime, until he stopped and turned around, facing me. "Finally," he stood up and rolled his eyes in an exasperated manner, "I thought he was actually going to take control again, but tsk tsk he should know better."

He inched closer and I winced, for in his hand was the dreaded knife and I wanted to run away from it as far as possible; I was exhausted from everything, this whole ordeal I had gotten myself into by doing one stupid thing and I wanted some serenity. However, serenity was going to happen when a crazy ass demon man is coming towards you with a knife in hand.

"Why me?" I croaked and I was taken aback by the fact I could speak, "Why take all the time to torture me when all you did was smother Brendon?" My words halted Father Way and I breathed a tiny sigh of relief that he stopped. Behind me, I began fumbling at the loose knot that trapped me; Father Way had untied it during his duration as his actual self.

  He tapped his chin with the flat end of the knife multiple times, in a thinking pose for a while before he finally broke out of whatever hellish thoughts he had and said, "You can blame that on Gerard here," he broke into a grin, "Preacher boy  has some ungodly thoughts about you. He never gave a care about Brendon, he thought him a nuisance but you...He's kept his eye on you for eight years. Now isn't that something?"

"What do you mean he's kept his eye on me?" My voice was stained with uncertainty of what he was implying and I didn't like it at all. My suspicions were proven correct when he laughed in a mocking manner, "When Preacher boy moved here, he saw little Frankie Iero and Petey Wentzsnot play around on the monkey bars. He was fascinated by you and probably thought oh he's going to be hot in eight years." Father Way stopped speaking and looked me up and down, "Well he was right about that."

   A shiver trailed down my spine and lingered at the end of his words. I didn't like him staring at me and I wanted him to stop, but of course he possessed more power than me at he moment. He raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly at my discomfort and walked closer, gripping both of my legs tightly and leaned in, our faces inches away from each other. "I was there during those years, Frankie. I heard his thoughts about you, every dirty rotten thing he did in your name and all because you happened to catch his eye. You know, you're part of the reason to why he became a priest. How do you like that hmmm?" And with the last sentence, he leaned in closer, our lips touching and I felt disgusted. I wanted nothing than to pull away and run, but I was still working on the breaking free part.