Six

GLANCES OF FAITH

CHAPTER SIX

(Arson’s POV)

He said I needed to go to church to be holy, to be worthy of his love. If I wanted to feel fatherly love, I would do what the church asks of me without questioning it.

But no, I rebelled against it. I wasn’t ready to be drawn into a religious cult like my father. He practiced hypocrisy. The only way I could show him that I would never succumb to his religious madness was to become the exact opposite of what he wanted.

I became a menace to the whole town, but nobody knew why. They were ready to throw stones and point fingers. They were all fake and I could see through them.

They called me names and mocked me because I smoked, drank, and was bisexual. They warned their children to stay away from me. My name was always on their lips.

“Let he that is without sin cast the first stone.”

(Present time)

I dragged myself into his office. I swear that old man knows just how to piss me off.

The air in his office was thick, reeking of incense and