All Chapters of IN THE NAME OF SIN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THE MIRACLE OF EDAVANE.CHAPTER ONE (Simon’s POV) They said I was a miracle. Found in a cardboard wrapped in thin cloth at the parish gates on Sunday morning. Sister Marianne was the first to see me. She took me to Father cadwell, who lifted me in his arms during the morning mass. He told the congregation, that I was a blessing, a gift from God. A sign that our parish was blessed and our faith was real. I was baptised and named Simon. They all wanted to touch me. The sisters said my skin was like milk, my green eyes, and freckles stood out, making me more attractive. Time flew so fast, and I was ten already. Men and women from various places who heard about me came to me for prayers. Dying men, sick children, Barren women, all came to me for prayers. They believed I was a man from heaven. I smiled each time I prayed for them. I thought I was chosen, I was a blessing, but I was wrong. Things went on smoothly till I turned 15. The parish held a fundraiser bringing Reverends from f

TEMPT THE SAINT (Simon’s POV) “Good evening Father,” I said as I stepped out of the bathroom. He's eyes traced my body from my head to my toes. he's eye's stopped at waistline where my towel was hanging. “Why was your door locked?” he asked I didn't dare answer him. “Staying alone in a room promotes sinful thoughts” I could only nod. “ The Mayor and his son would be in church on Sunday, Behave.” It was a threat. “He’s a bad influence. He'd corrupt you, don't mingle with him,” he said. “Yes Father” I answered. “Don’t disobey me, boy, you know what happens when you do”. He threatened again. “Yes, Father.” He walked towards me, using his left hand to lift my Jaw up. Then he walked out of the room. I gulped. I went back to bed, trying to sleep. My mind drifted back to this same boy. Why does everyone keep on talking about him? I let the thought press my chest like a bruise before I drifted into sleep. In the blink of an eye, Sunday came again. The day I'

SET FIRE TO SALVATION (Simon's POV)I picked up my shirt, stumbling out of his room hurriedly, afraid he would change his mind. I went inside my room, cleaning the bruises and applying ointment. I still needed to bid farewell to the guest. I wrapped the wounds in fresh bandages, wore another shirt, and hurried down. I murmured my prayers on my way. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. Forgive me and cleanse my thoughts. His voice interrupted my prayers and thoughts. Could you not give me that creepy smile? I couldn’t help but feel some happiness. At least one person could see that it hurts.I stood in the hallways trying to pull myself together. My back hurts as hell. Each breath reminded me of what would happen if I strayed from the wrong path. I exhaled as I walked towards the courtyard where the guests were. Their laughter pricked my ears. All I needed to do, was to wear a fake smile, pretending like I cared.Could still perceive his scent on my wrist. It was faint, bu

CONFESSIONAL LIES.ARSON His smile kept replaying in my head. It takes years of practice to keep up such a fake perfect smile. If his smile was fake, I wonder what else was fake. I couldn’t help but scoff, which earned me a glare from my father. I forgot we were in the same car. “Whatever thought is in your head, kill it now!” I rolled my eyes. Like he could stop me. “Yeah, whatever.” He cleared his throat before he proceeded. “There would be a fundraising event at the church soon.” He paused, waiting for my reaction. “So?” “You’ll go in place of me. I’ll be busy.” “Okay,” I said without arguing. “Just like that?” He asked, confused. “Is that not what you wanted to hear?” “No arguments today?” He asked. No response. He kept on staring hoping I’d say something. “One day in the church, and you’re changing .” He smiled. “Don’t push it,” I responded. The drive home was silent. I let Simon’s face cloud my thoughts till we got home. I trie

A PSALM FOR THE DAMNED. SIMON My body had become numb to the pain from the belt. Over the years I’d learnt to distract myself from the whips. To keep my head busy. “You’re making friends with him? And now the congregation had to see that abomination of a display. I expected better from you.” he said, striking the belt harder. I thought my body would have gotten used to the pain by now. But each strike was more painful than the first one. “You want them to question my teachings?” He growled. “No father,” I said, holding back a sob. “Do you want to bring down the church? I let it slide 8 years ago when you tried to embarrass a reverend, but I wouldn’t let it slide this time, " he said, glaring at me. My whole body became numb, my head spun, and my heart pounded. I thought I had forgotten, I thought I had moved on. He didn’t have to say that. The memory hit me hard, across the face. I could see his smile, and my trembling legs. “I should have left you outside