Chapter three: This happened all so fast

John's P.O.V

I look at the figure backing up from me, he is sobbing and shaking his head, losing his calm and cool collect figure from when I first saw him.

"I should have known it was you from when y-you were touching me!" I scream.

"Father I am sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen, it was my feelings. I told you in confession that I didn't want this, I cannot help myself!"

I sob, shutting my eyes and wrapping my arms around myself, "I am not a father! I am the son of a catholic priest! God will never forgive you!"

Dave inhales deeply and knots his hand into his hair, "Am I going to hell?"

"Yes!" I scream, "I feel so violated and exposed! How dare you touch me in such a way you freaking homosexual!"

I could hear Dave start to crawl over to me and I open my eyes, I sit up and back up as far as I could into the desk, "Ge-Get away from me, I-I'll scream, I-I will!"

Dave sits in front of me and motions to my appearance, "I'm sorry, I'll help you look decent if you want."

I turn my head away, "I don't want your hands anywhere on me."

"Please, I said I was sorry."

I turned to him with much anger on my face, "How would you like it if someone blindfolded you and began to feel you up, especially a guy when you know you're a straight Catholic male? Then press their penis to you, invade your vital regions with their fingers and ready to take your virginity?"

Dave looks down into his lap, "I wouldn't like it."

"E-Exactly."

I start to fix myself, except my hands are shaking and trembling so badly I can't hold the fabric too well. I see Dave's hands on my pants and I freak out, but I see he's helping me pull up my pants. My breathing is hitched, then I let out a few pants through my nose. I try and stand but am failing at it, I feel Dave's arms around me helping me up and I look away.

"Please John, let me help."

I'm basically hyperventilating in this guy's arms, and he's the reason why too. I don't say anything and I squeak when Dave sets me on the desk, tucking my shirt in. I look away, I feel like I'm some girls dolly play thing.

Dave cracks an awkward smile "Um, there."

I look down and I look basically like I did before Dave had even touched me, my eyes water up and I hang my head down and cover my face in my hands.

"..John, you have no idea how sorry I am."

"I knew you were trouble when you first came to confession," I sobbed.

"I'm a terrible person, I'm so fucked up you have no idea, all these feelings for you? I don't know what to do with them."

"Homosexuality is a sin Dave, and Rape is an even bigger sin, I don't k-know how many Mordal sins you have just committed but it's a lot!"

Dave just looks away, "How many Hail Marys?"

"Probably two thousand or more, I can't freaking b-believe you," I hiss.

Dave gets on his knees right before me, clasping his hands together, "John?"

"Yes?"

"Please don't tell your father about this, please don't tell anybody, I just wanted to get to know you better. I really like you."

I am quiet, Dave peeks up from his sunglasses, "John?"

"Alright, this is in confinement, but consider that I do not like you now."

"Okay."

Dave starts to mumble one prayer after another and I take my Rosary from my neck and get in front of Dave, wrapping it around my hands and Dave's.

"What are you doing?"

"Praying."

"Why?"

"I'm having bad thoughts."

"Okay."

We sit there for a good thirty minutes and pray silently, I open my eyes and I finally feel cleansed. I look at Dave who is really tuned into praying. He must be really sorry for what he did, I thought.

I stand up and now I'm not shaking, "Dave."

Dave looks up, "Yes John?"

"You can finish your praying later, do you have rosary beads?"

"Yes, they are at my house."

"Alright."

I start to walk out the place where we are, it's just another office. Dave follows me and asks where we are going, I say I am thirsty and I need something to drink, I avert my eyes to the side, I guess it's only polite, "Do you want something?"

"Oh, um, water is fine."

I head to the pantry way back in this one area and grab two waters, I toss one to Dave and he catches it, opening it and thanking me.

"No problem," I take my first sip of the water and hear my phone go off, I check it and it's my father.

"Hello?"

"I'll be outside in three minutes okay?"

"Alrighty dad."

I hang up and take Dave's hand, pulling him to the front. I unlock the doors, then go outside, locking them again. "This never happened okay? All in confinement."

Dave smiled, nodding, then suddenly wrapping his arms around me, hugging me. "Thank you Father."

"I-I told you I'm not a father!" I squeak trying to push away from him.

"You'll make a great priest one day," he chuckles.

I stop struggling and wrap my arms around his shoulders, this surprises Dave and he embraces me tighter. I close my eyes and let the stronger male embrace me, for a moment, I think, this is actually quite nice, I never get hugs like this.

I hear a car pull up and I shove Dave away, I see how hurt he is and I look away, "all in confinement, I'll see you next mass?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

I walk down the steps and shove my hands in my coats pockets, my water bottle in one of my coat pockets, I feel something crumply and take it out, it's a piece of paper with numbers on it, Dave's number.

Ugh, creeper.