Chapter 3: Is he a God?
1959 Words
Grace’s POV
I woke up to some weird sounds.
A door closing, footsteps and again a door then… water?
Opening my eyes, I felt fresh and new. No ounce of indolence in my flesh; that was the first.
I straightened in my place when I heard that again—a door opening and suddenly, the room was infused with steamy fog.
I hugged myself feeling scared but alert this time. So, I fixated my eyes on it and watch a figure step out of the smog.
My breathing stopped for a moment and my jaw dropped. There was a young very handsome man walking towards me!
Is he a god?
IF someone told me he was, I wouldn’t be surprised.
His beauty was what can we say… divine.
You wouldn’t want to use words like ‘hot’ and ‘sexy’ for such a holy person or that’s what he seemed to me when I compared him with the lord.
He walked closer and I quickly became cautious.
‘Where was I?’
‘What this holy man was doing here?’
The water dripping down his body was a great distraction. There was a freaking soothing calmness radiating off him that seemed surreal to me.
The fact that he was half-naked and glowing was additional charm to him. It was hard to believe someone as pure as him could live.
Or am I dead and I am meeting an angel?
Probably they have upgraded their lifestyles as well but then again, I don’t deserve heaven.
This bummer truth was enough to rub it on my face that I was very much alive and in this man’s apartment and he was no angel.
“Who are you?” I found myself sounding bitter.
Why wouldn’t I?
He was pure unlike me!
I am a sinner…
The fact that I was forced to sin was irking me up but he maintained a smile on his face.
That smile was so content and at ease; an authentic smile that did something to me.
“Hi, I am Lucius Nolan Mile. People call me Father Lucius Mile.”
His answer surprised me equally. I was lost at words.
So, he indeed is a Father, a priest; a holy soul.
No matter why his face glowed unexceptionally with a tranquilizing serene in his voice and that smile.
I itch to say words like ‘damn, s**t, f**k’ but his holiness made me fear that he might hear them. That’s the reason, I didn’t but you get it, right?
He was an alluring beauty.
But if he is a father, shouldn’t he be in Clergy house or whatever it was. Hence I asked him the same but he just smiled politely doing something to my heart.
Rather he asked if I was hungry or not. Like what!!!
I refused but eventually gave up when he laughed heartily.
His voice was melodious plus I was starving! Needed to fuel my machine but couldn’t trust him even if he was a priest.
I studied him collect ingredients on the counter top—determined and focused.
Then, he was right behind me. The warmth of his body woke me up completely but why the hell was my heart beating fast?
In order to escape him, I turned and was baffled.
We were so close and his eyes!
Those playful deep blue eyes; so deep in color that it was hard to believe it exists. The eyes were magnificent and hypnotizing.
I saw him fluster while licking his lips before locking our eyes. I was fidgeting with the top but this time, I felt our hands touch and a warm, electric current surged through my body.
He… he is holy.
A sinner like me will burn with a holy touch and it reminded again of the sin I committed. It was hard and I left in a hurry only to be stopped again.
He asked my name and I had no doubt that he was a priest so gave him my full name.
He is an amazing man and joked now and then but what about the chaos forming in my stomach.
Every time he smiles; I feel lulled.
He is more than a human. He is among God’s favorites.
I can feel that.
My feet took me back to the same room I slept in and instantly met with a pleasing waft of cologne. A full sniff seemed small to take the remnants of the cologne yet it was still infused in this medium sized room.
Walking towards the only window, I drew away the curtains and leaned against the wall; the darkness outside overpowered my emotions.
Gloomy and sad
My life changed drastically in a mere few minutes and now, I am directionless, lost. I knew I should thank Father Lucius to save me but the incidents from last twelve hours were taking a toll on me.
I could feel my heart getting heavier with each breath I took and the chest tightening. Tears threatened to fall but I wouldn’t let them until that stupid stubborn drop slid off my eyelids.
The rest seemed to follow.
Hiding my face in my palm, I cried silently not wanting him to hear me out.
‘Mom, dad, I am sorry…’
I cried and cried until my chest felt like bursting out. Clutching it, I tried inhaling deeply but stopped hearing footsteps beside me.
Scared, I lifted my head and felt a hand on my shoulder that sprung me around.
Biting my lips, I watched Lucius study my face with an indescribable emotion. He didn’t say anything rather gave a small smile and stared behind my back; through the window.
There was a comfortable silence between us and I didn’t want it to end. After what seemed like forever, I lifted my head to watch him squint his eyes over my shoulder. Before I could turn, he closed the door and smiled at me.
“This is an introspective time. It can play tricks on your mind. If you are tired, you will see the darkness that relaxes your mind; if you are sad, you find the darkness overpowering your life and depressive but if you are happy, you will find it a beautiful piece of art with insects buzzing and stary nights.” He smiled with his hands at the back and I found myself nodding.
“Judging from your appearance, I don’t think you would want to look at the window right now, isn’t it? So, let’s go and eat.” His voice sounded the only right thing at present.
With that voice and that face, I believed things will be right.
He turned and started walking while I followed. He is in a good shape; could put celebrities to shame. He isn’t heavily muscular but still, his physique suited him so well that the clothes he wore appeared to be customized.
The dinner was delicious and I was shocked at my own appetite. He kept his gaze on me.
“Where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?” He asked with that damn ‘everything-will-be-alright’ smile.
I felt air knocked out of my lungs.
‘Where was I from?’
‘What if he’ll investigate about me? He would know then…’
“I am a priest. I won’t judge. That’s what lord has taught me.” He smiled while leaning back on the chair; whole attention on me.
Gulping down the content, I copied him.
“Do you not get tired doing that?” I gestured towards his face when he frowned in confusion.
“That smile. Doesn’t your cheeks hurt?” I asked irking up and he laughed hard.
“I can ask you the same. Aren’t you tired of that scowl on your beautiful face?” He asked and my eyes widen when he called me beautiful.
From the look of his, he was shocked as well.
But then again, I must be overthinking. He is a priest; that must be his way to comfort people or else with the state I am in; without a bath from last 20 hours, I hardly would look good, let alone beautiful.
Again, there was a silence—uncomfortable since he wasn’t smiling anymore. I wanted to see it; the only thing keeping me hold on to something like a hope? I don’t know.
“Primrose.” I said struggling to keep my voice normal but it cracked at the end anyway.
His eyes stared right into me and I could feel the uneasiness fade away. The more he stared, the more blue his eyes seemed; so clear and so enticing.
“That’s far. Don’t get me wrong but what are you running from?” He asked and I felt my fingers tremble.
My stomach churned and twisted at the last memory of the place—
“Mom, I am sorry… please talk to me. Mom!” I shook her hard but she wouldn’t speak.
I turned to my dad who lay beside her, pale and lifeless.
“Dad! I am sorry okay? Please talk to me. I need to hear you out. I promise I will. Dad!”
No matter how hard I shook them they wouldn’t open their mouth. The knife I threw at a distance caught my attention.
My eyes darted from their deep slit neck and stomach to the blood smeared around their head and body.
The idea of how I lost everything in a spur of a moment hit me hard and I reached to grab the knife; ready to kill myself.
Unfortunately, the door opened and police officers barged in asking me to raise my hands up in surrender.
Terrified, I threw my hands above my head as they exchanged few words among themselves. I watched them shove their guns in the holsters and walk towards the bodies; my parents’ bodies.
Giving them a last glance, I walked away slowly as the officers put on the gloves and checked on them.
“We’ll need to put her in questioning.” I heard one of them say.
“She’s the murderer. We should arrest her.” Another gave me a skeptical glance before watching her officer.
“Shh… she’s still young and we need to investigate before taking such measures.” The older guy said and the women shook her head in disbelief.
“I am sorry officer. That’s not what I do. I wouldn’t let a little sinister criminal be off the hook because you think she cannot do that!” they argued but her words remained stuck in my head.
They will throw me in jail!
They are going to take me.
I was so scared, I waited for them to kneel down on the ground and took off.
I ran ignoring the older officer calling me out and the women officer warning me to shoot if I didn’t stop but the young warm blood in me wasn’t afraid!
Not anymore.
I ran as fast as I could from all the shortcuts I have known while playing in this neighborhood since my childhood.
The cutlery fell off my hand and I gasped. He sprung to his feet with concern in his eyes and started to walk towards me.
The fear of him ratting out on me got strong and I quickly backed away from the table; running outside—away from him.
Tears ran down my cheeks, blurring my vision and I kept running blindly.
“GRACE!” Lucius’ voice was strong, magnetic but I couldn’t, wouldn’t face the holiness of him.
I wiped my tears running straight for god knows how long.
When the legs gave away, I slumped on the ground feeling my chest compress. I struggled to breathe through the suffocation.
Suddenly, a stone hit my head and it made me nauseous. The force was so strong that I stumbled in my place.
I touched my head and forced my eyes to search around but all I heard was—
“He’ll suffer and I’ll make sure of it.”
- Writer
