What is going on you ask? Well, nothing I'm just hiding in this confession box waiting for some time to pass when it happened.
She was kneeling outside and her tears were falling.
She was confessing to me thinking I'm father.
She was messing me up a...
Tell me, how did it feel?To kneel, in front of your God and confess all your sins. Except your greatest one, Me. -Maz
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She was crying and my gut was wrenching. If only she knew, and I didn't. Her words and her tears - so precious, so sacred - shaking me. Tearing me apart, and putting me together in a way unknown to me. But she didn't, and I did.
Ashley Hope Meyers sitting in front of him, on the other side, confessing her sins - thinking him to be father - and rambling everything she thinks she did. But oh! how wrong can she get? Damn it to hell! It's not her fault that she was so naive and easy to take advantage of. It was so easy to put all the blame on her. It was not her fault that she matured so fast. It was not her fault that her mother married a scumbag. And it was definitely not her fault that she caught the eye of said scumbag.
Ah! How much I loathe him. How much I loathe myself. I wish I could just jump out and hug her and never let go. I wish I could tell her that it's not her fault. I wish I could take her home and hide her so no one can hurt her ever again. But how can I? I am just as worse as that scumbag. I still remember how I hurt her just yesterday when she was going back home. I told her that she was just a pretty face and only good to play with. How could I? I wish I can die. I still remember that face. She was hurt so bad. She paled at my comment with her eyes widened like a prey caught in a corner. She was so afraid. If only I was nice enough. If only was understanding enough.
I hope for your forgiveness. I hope for your kindness. I hope for your love, Hope. Oh shit! I am startled. I can not believe it. I am in love. I have always in love. And the one I love is none other than Hope. I just realized, no one, and I mean no one ever calls her Hope other than me. Not even her Mom. And if I remember correctly there was only ever one other guy who called her Hope and I actually beat the shit out of him. He just ticked me off. The next day, he sacked.
No wonder no one else calls her Hope. And no wonder no one else tries to confess to her. I had already put a claim on her. Ah! I feel so satisfied. BUT! That scumbag of a step-father of hers, oh I'll teach him a lesson. But before that let me just deal with this situation. I feel that I need to do something. Should I or should I not step outside the confession box. I feel so suffocated just seeing her tears and not being able to do anything about it. Maybe I should just go to her. But how should I? Okay, one step at a time. First, open the door.
The door creaked from the hinges, when I opened it. Oops, that was loud. But it at least stopped her crying. But those precious pearls just won't stop. I take my right foot and my right arm and move outside. I know I look like a robot but have some sympathy. I am a nervous wreak here and y'know being a bully I can't help it if I'm scared of her rejection. Not that I'm gonna confess. Maybe I'll worship to her but confess? No way. Maybe. Hmm. And I step outside. And I see her face that looks like a deer caught in a trap. And I think I messed up.
