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Little Secrets
Chapter 7:
Confessing
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Lucas decided to make himself as obsolete as possible, so he headed out the door. He walked around the small town and finally decided that the church was going to be his 'hideout'. He went to get some grub and checked out the stores for a while. It was almost four now and he decided he had a little time to check out his new 'place'.
"Hello my son. Is there anything I can help you with today, my young friend?" Questioned a priest as Lucas entered the holy building.
Lucas stood there for a minute thinking, starring the whole time at the elderly man before him. He decided to take a leap of faith.
"Sir, I am not a real religious person, but is it true if you are told something in confidence, you are sworn to keep it to yourself?"
The man looked at the younger, puzzled. Then he replied, "Yes it is true. I think that you look like you need to talk. By the way young man, you may call me Matthew."
The priest turned and led Lucas to the back of the church, past the small alter, into a slightly hidden door at the back. Once inside, Lucas looked over the small, but quaint office, he liked it. He took a seat across from the man.
"Tell me. ugh, I'm sorry, what is your name?"
"No sir, I'm sorry! My name is Lu.Tim."
"Very well then, Tim, tell me what is on your mind."
Lucas sat there for a minute, he felt guilty for lying, but did not want the man to know his real name for obvious reasons. He thought about how he should begin his tale, and how it would feel to tell someone, someone that would not betray him to a beating for money.
Matthew sat there quietly, patiently waiting for "Tim" to start speaking. He thought to himself how the boy looked very troubled. He began to really look the boy over and noticed the bruise, but decided not to speak of it, yet.
"Well, sir, I don't know how really to say all of this. I know I should not be troubling you, but I fell as if I need to talk, before I explode!" He then went on to tell the man about all he had endured growing up. About the beatings, about the verbal abuse, but not about.the other stuff.
The old man just sat there, deep in thought, it seemed like hours but was only minutes before he responded. "Well young man, we will have to do something about this! How, why, no I know the answers. Why have you never told anyone?"
"I have, but like I said, anyone I told was either loyal to my father or were bribed off, which both earned me severe beatings." He truly felt better knowing someone knew, believed him, and actually wanted to help!
"Well, Tim, let me do some research and I will see what I can do. Come visit me tomorrow sometime." He put a gentle hand on Luke's shoulder and kept it there the whole time as the walked out. He then gave a small, encouraging smile. "The church is open 24's and never is locked, just in case you were wondering.
Lucas began to leave. Turned back around, "Sir, what time is it?"
He slowly looked at his watch, "It is almost nine, and be safe." He turned and went back in the building.
Lucas broke into a dead run. -{Almost NINE! He is going to KILL ME! I was suppose to be back at 7:30 to have dinner with him.}- He made it back to his cabin and stood there on the porch for a minute, catching his breath, trying to think of a good 'excuse'.
The door flew open with a bang, "Where the hell have you been!" Lawerence grabbed his son by the shirt and pulled him inside, slamming and locking the door after wards.
Little Secrets
Chapter 7:
Confessing
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Lucas decided to make himself as obsolete as possible, so he headed out the door. He walked around the small town and finally decided that the church was going to be his 'hideout'. He went to get some grub and checked out the stores for a while. It was almost four now and he decided he had a little time to check out his new 'place'.
"Hello my son. Is there anything I can help you with today, my young friend?" Questioned a priest as Lucas entered the holy building.
Lucas stood there for a minute thinking, starring the whole time at the elderly man before him. He decided to take a leap of faith.
"Sir, I am not a real religious person, but is it true if you are told something in confidence, you are sworn to keep it to yourself?"
The man looked at the younger, puzzled. Then he replied, "Yes it is true. I think that you look like you need to talk. By the way young man, you may call me Matthew."
The priest turned and led Lucas to the back of the church, past the small alter, into a slightly hidden door at the back. Once inside, Lucas looked over the small, but quaint office, he liked it. He took a seat across from the man.
"Tell me. ugh, I'm sorry, what is your name?"
"No sir, I'm sorry! My name is Lu.Tim."
"Very well then, Tim, tell me what is on your mind."
Lucas sat there for a minute, he felt guilty for lying, but did not want the man to know his real name for obvious reasons. He thought about how he should begin his tale, and how it would feel to tell someone, someone that would not betray him to a beating for money.
Matthew sat there quietly, patiently waiting for "Tim" to start speaking. He thought to himself how the boy looked very troubled. He began to really look the boy over and noticed the bruise, but decided not to speak of it, yet.
"Well, sir, I don't know how really to say all of this. I know I should not be troubling you, but I fell as if I need to talk, before I explode!" He then went on to tell the man about all he had endured growing up. About the beatings, about the verbal abuse, but not about.the other stuff.
The old man just sat there, deep in thought, it seemed like hours but was only minutes before he responded. "Well young man, we will have to do something about this! How, why, no I know the answers. Why have you never told anyone?"
"I have, but like I said, anyone I told was either loyal to my father or were bribed off, which both earned me severe beatings." He truly felt better knowing someone knew, believed him, and actually wanted to help!
"Well, Tim, let me do some research and I will see what I can do. Come visit me tomorrow sometime." He put a gentle hand on Luke's shoulder and kept it there the whole time as the walked out. He then gave a small, encouraging smile. "The church is open 24's and never is locked, just in case you were wondering.
Lucas began to leave. Turned back around, "Sir, what time is it?"
He slowly looked at his watch, "It is almost nine, and be safe." He turned and went back in the building.
Lucas broke into a dead run. -{Almost NINE! He is going to KILL ME! I was suppose to be back at 7:30 to have dinner with him.}- He made it back to his cabin and stood there on the porch for a minute, catching his breath, trying to think of a good 'excuse'.
The door flew open with a bang, "Where the hell have you been!" Lawerence grabbed his son by the shirt and pulled him inside, slamming and locking the door after wards.