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to keep her to yourself.” The man stated with a
chuckle.
    He stared down this yahoo making light of a
serious issue, his temper rose to its breaking point as he searched
around until he grabbed a two by four lying within arm’s length as
his beast exploded out of the darkness. Flipping halfway around and
without warning Father Clayton slammed it again and again into his
face as he heard bones break. There was a price for everyone to
pay, no matter how heinous. No thoughts entered into his reality as
he kept swinging long after blood spewed forth and until the other
men jumped into stop him.
    “Father Clayton, get off him!” Angus
yelled.
    “You’re going to kill him!” Rich
screamed.
    It took several men trying to pry him off
leaving Angus no choice but to deliver a kidney punch causing him
to double over and relinquish the board that now had blood coating
it. He had seen this too many times before and knew exactly what to
do before the situation spiraled too far out of their control.
    “C’mon Father, you’re done.” Rich insisted
but couldn’t budge him. “You did what you had to do, but now it’s
over.”
    Father Clayton came back to consciousness as
he heard the voice of Rich citing instructions while he stood
gasping for air. He looked over to see a man lying on the floor out
cold, “He’s going to be alright?”
    “He’s just unconscious, nothing that can’t be
fixed.” Rich said treating him with kid gloves directing him to the
exit of the warehouse.
    “Not a word of this to anyone.”
    “That’s why we’re here and you have our word,
not a peep.” Rich assured.
    “Once he wakes up, fire him immediately. I
don’t ever want to see his disgusting face again.”
    Rich nodded, “Status quo, we’ll be ready for
you next week.”
    Father Clayton drove his way out of town and
back to Melissa staring at the blood on his hands. He jerked the
car over and stopped on the side of the road desperate to get it
off. He dug in his back pocket for his handkerchief to wipe as much
evidence away as he could but most of it had already dried. There
wasn’t any water to clean it off and even he cringed at the thought
of using his own saliva. Back on the road he couldn’t get home fast
enough as he pulled into the garage, marched through his backyard
and stopped at an outside faucet to promptly wash away what blood
remained before heading into the house. He appreciated gardening as
a past time to take his mind off things, that faucet has come in
handy more than once.
    “You’re back.” I said when he meandered his
way through to the front of the house.
    He halted when he heard my voice, “Good,
you’re still here. We can have a quick session.”
    “Did the trip go as expected?”
    “You know I can’t discuss that,
confidentiality and such. People trust me with their deepest,
darkest secrets.”
    “Of course, I meant in general.”
    “Have a seat and talk to me. Tell me about
your husband, your life before. What happened?”
    I was caught off guard much like a fish
trapped in a net not able to find my way out, yanked from the water
gasping to breathe. He seemed to be in a rush to change the subject
and extremely distant. “I want to forget it and I’m tired of
reliving something that isn’t any longer.”
    “I understand, but would you like to expand
on that thought?”
    I hesitated not knowing how I could possibly
explain my life before him. I felt as if he wouldn’t approve, he is
a priest after all. How could he possibly relate? Even if Jack was
right about him, I still didn’t know what he was capable of or if
the rumors were only rumors. “No, I have no interest to expand on
that thought.”
    “Well Melissa, you have to let me in. I can’t
read your mind.” He reprimanded.
    I didn’t have a comeback.
    “You’re telling me that I let you in my house
and clean up after you’ve had a crazy night out and you still can’t
confide in me?”
    Silence burdened us as my ears