All Chapters of Forgive Me Father: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 41EZRAI woke up to sunlight cutting through the curtains.And pain.Holy hell. My legs felt like I’d been run over by a truck. My ass felt like it had been… well, ruined. Which, technically, it had.I shifted and hissed. “Ow.”“Don’t move.”My eyes shot open. Father Dorian—no, Dorian—was already awake, sitting up, shirtless again, because of course he was. The tattoos. The broad chest. The calm, unreadable face.He looked like sin wrapped in a priest’s body. And I had let him—“Morning,” he said flatly, cutting off my spiral.I swallowed. “M-morning.”He stood and walked around the bed, crouching in front of me. His hand touched my cheek, surprisingly gentle. “You’re sore.”I wanted to say duh, but my throat locked up. “A little.”His lips twitched, almost a smile. “You can’t even sit properly.”Heat shot up my neck. “Don’t say that.”“Then don’t wince every time you breathe.”I pouted, looking away. “It’s your fault.”“My fault?” His voice carried a hint of humor now. “You

CHAPTER 43EZRAThe exam paper landed on my desk with a soft thud. I gripped my pen like it was the only thing keeping me alive.Thank God I’d studied days ago. Because if I’d opened a single book last night, I’d probably have seen Father Dorian’s face printed between the lines.I shifted in my seat and winced. Subtle. Hopefully.Focus, Ezra.I powered through the questions, my handwriting a little shaky but at least the answers came. By the end, I dropped my pen, exhaled, and muttered, “Done.”Walking out of the hall, I spotted Lily waving like an air traffic controller. “Ezra! Over here!”I trudged over, adjusting my bag on my shoulder.“You look different,” she said, squinting.“Different how?” I asked too quickly.Her eyes widened. “Oh my God. You did it.”“Did what?”“You had sex.”My entire body went red. “What?! No—”She shrieked, loud enough to echo. “You did! You had sex!”Heads turned. People slowed down.“Lily!” I whisper-screamed, yanking her arm. “Shut up!”She gasped dra

CHAPTER 45EZRAI nearly tripped over the step as I stumbled out of the vestry, tugging at my shirt like it could erase everything that had just happened.Great. Amazing. Perfect.I probably looked like I’d just committed seventeen sins in one go—which, well… I technically had.My hair was a mess. My lips were swollen. My knees were weak. And of course, that’s exactly when Sister Bernadette walked past, humming like an angel on duty.She slowed, eyes narrowing. “Ezra… are you alright?”“Me?” My voice cracked like cheap speakers. “Yes. Yes, Sister. Praise the Lord. Glory be. Hallelujah.”…What. Was. That.She gave me this long, suspicious look before shrugging and continuing down the hallway. As soon as she turned the corner, I slapped both hands over my face and groaned into them.“I’m going to hell,” I muttered into my palms.I leaned against the wall, chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon of bad decisions. Which, honestly, wasn’t far from the truth. My legs were jelly. My brain

CHAPTER 47EZRAI didn’t know how long I’d been lying there, staring at nothing. My room was dim, the curtains half-drawn, everything soaked in that late-afternoon blue light that made it feel like time was paused.My chest ached. My throat burned from holding it all in.A soft knock broke the silence.“Ezra, dear?”Genevieve.I sat up quickly, wiping my face with the sleeve of my hoodie. “Y-yeah?” My voice cracked like bad audio.The door opened, and she walked in with a tray of food—rice, stew, and a glass of juice balanced perfectly like she was running a five-star hotel. She always moved with that prim, composed grace, like nothing in the world could catch her off guard.She placed the tray on my desk and turned to me, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in my red face.“You didn’t come down for dinner,” she said in that perfectly polished British accent. “I thought perhaps you’d like a proper me

CHAPTER 49EZRAI woke up to silence. No birds, no Genevieve knocking on my door, no buzzing notifications.Just the soft gray light creeping through my curtains.I turned to my bedside clock. 6:00 a.m.“Happy birthday, Mom,” I whispered. My voice cracked halfway through.I stared at the ceiling for a long time. Normally, I’d at least cry on this day. But today, I felt… nothing.Not peaceful. Not healed. Just numb.Like something in me had switched off overnight.By the time choir practice came around that afternoon, I’d convinced myself to just go through the motions. Sing. Nod. Leave.Genevieve had stopped me in the hallway, pressed her hand to my cheek like she used to when I was a kid, and said, “Your mother would be proud, Ezra. Don’t let your grief drown your light.”I smiled politely, mumbled a thank you, and kept walking.Inside the choir hall, Lily waved when she saw me. Jordan