Forgive me Father for I have sinned [Closed!]

[Ayen]

A young woman no older than eighteen years of age, clad in black, stepped into the empty sanctuary of the Catholic Church. Dark brown eyes made their way over to the confession box off to the far left side of the room before the rest of her body headed over in that direction. The woman entered into the left side of the traditional confessional and sat down, pushing back lots of her long raven-black hair over her shoulder while waiting on her turn with the priest. Her eyes went up towards the crucifix positioned over the grille merely staring at it blankly before the grid on her compartment opened up and the middle-aged man on the other side came into view.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned,” spoke the woman on instinct, “it has been a week since my last confession.”

“What is it that brings you here?” asked the priest.

“Something I’ve been keeping inside of me for the past six years.”

The woman paused and stared out into space as she went over what she saw one more time in her mind as the priest leaned back against the hard wooden bench in his compartment and waited patiently for the woman to continue.

“Six years ago I witnessed a rape in this very church.”

Upon those words the priest was quick to lean forward again and hold his ear up to the grid, suddenly more interested in hearing what had to be said.

“Father?”

“Go on, my child.”

“I was on my way to the priest’s office when I heard a noise. I moved to the door and heard the sound of heavy breathing. I opened the door just a crack and saw a boy no older than seven or eight being molested by a man in priest garbs right on the desk and I froze. I just stood there watching the boy cry, begging the man to stop but his pleas would be ignored as the man just kept going. I could have called for help but I just kept quiet. Not uttering a single word to anyone about it up until now.”

The priest was sweating bullets, washing himself off with a handkerchief as he grew more nervous the further into her story. Shaking he then asked, “Did you see the man’s face?”

“No.”

The priest began to relax and tucked his handkerchief away into his robes but just when he had about calmed down the woman continued, “But I never forget a voice.”

The woman’s hand came crashing through the grid and grabbed the throat of the priest, tightening its grip around him as he tried desperately to remove the hand to no prevail. She herself didn’t bother to turn her head to watch the damage she was inflicting, her eyes continued to stare out into space, ears ignoring the pleas of the man as his ignored the little boy’s six years ago. A cold hard expression was plastered on her face as the man struggle would soon come to an end. The life present in his eyes began to fade away as his breathing stop and his body fell limp beneath the woman’s hand. At that she released her grip over the rapist and heard his body fall against the door of the other compartment. It was the most satisfying sound she heard all week as finally a smile grew on her lips before they parted.

“See you in hell, Father.”