Page 5 of Dark Side of the Cloth (The Righteous 1)
Dean squeezed the pen tight and so badly wanted to stab it through Tim’s eye, but instead, he said what he knew this man wanted to hear. What they all came in here wanting to hear. “It’s alright, my son. The Lord forgives you.”
He snapped the wooden plank shut and stood, pulling open the curtain. Tim emerged a moment later. His eyes averted to the ground.
“I wasn’t done my confession,” Tim mumbled.
“I think that is enough confession for today. We will have you come back again.” Tim nodded, his body shaking slightly, and Dean wasn’t sure if it was from fear or excitement. “Tim, you don’t seem to be in any shape to drive. Why don’t I take you home?”
“You don’t hate me?” His head lifted to look Dean in the eyes.
“No, my son, God doesn’t hate any of his children. We will work to keep you on the path of righteousness. Today was a good step, but let’s not overdo it.” Dean laid his hand on the man’s shoulder and offered a smile that he hoped came off warm and inviting.
“Thank you, Father. That would be very kind of you.”
Dean followed Tim, his mind dancing with all the ways he planned on making this man pay. Oh yes, this man was most certainly going to pay. The only question became, when?
