"...The power and thy glory, forever and ever, Amen". The minister finished praying. I opened my eyes, my gaze sliding to the other members of the church who came to preach. "And remember". She continued. "It's all part of the plan, Jesus couldn't get to the cross without Judas".
I scoffed as I watched them leave, wanting more that anything to go with them.
...To be continued.
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OMOLARA
Short Story....And that's the saddest thing about betrayal, it comes from your friends. Or at least you thought they were.
