All Chapters of CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him: Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

MICAH.The screen had gone dark, reflecting the cold, hollow feeling in my gut. I had no intention of picking it back up. I was blocked.Sudden panic overtook me, and within ten minutes, I was stripping off my black cassock, shoving a grey hoodie and a pair of jeans over my head, and running out of the rectory. I didn't care about the morning mass that was just beginning. I didn't care about Jeremy's inquiries echoing after me as I ran or the mound of parish records waiting for me on the desk.I fumbled with the keys in my pocket, and when my fingers finally wrapped around the familiar jingle, I was out the side door and in the driver's seat of my car. The engine sputtered and roared, giving a rough, almost startled cough that mimicked my own heartbeat.I pulled the car into reverse and shot out of the church parking lot.My knuckles turned white on the steering wheel as I drove the twenty-minute route back across the city, replaying the angry, hollow automated message in my head. At

BLAZE.I glanced into the rearview mirror, silently cursing to myself.Sure enough, my car shot out from behind the semi-truck, weaving around the passing cars in the middle of the road.I slammed my foot on the brakes, throwing the luxury black Bentley into a hard, side-sliding stop as I turned, watching the car spin out of control before hitting the concrete guardrail at the edge of the road. Metal screeched, twisting and bending with an agonizing sound as the front end of my car turned sideways and flipped over on the hood of the semi.My heart pounded against my ribs, stopping dead when I spotted Micah's head lolling against the windshield of his car as it lay sideways on the asphalt road."Micah."I threw the car into park, yanking open the door before the car had even come to a complete stop.I ran toward the wrecked car, the sound of the wail of approaching sirens ringing in my ears. The front end of Micah's car was crumpled, the windshield spiderwebbed and smeared with blood a

BLAZE.The man's eyes widened, and he looked up at me, his face bathed in the warm glow of the desk lamp. He let out a deep sigh of relief. "Th-thank you—oh, God, thank you—""If I ever see your face again, you won't make it out the door," I said. "Sergio. Throw him out."Sergio grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and shoved him toward the door. The man muttered a slew of nervous apologies as he was pushed out the door. Then, with a wave of relief, the heavy oak door closed.It did little to soothe the fire in my gut. If anything, it made it worse.I tossed the cigarette into the glass ashtray, grabbed the crystal tumbler off the desk, and poured the last of the whiskey into the glass. I drank it down in one gulp, the burn of the alcohol sinking into my lungs on the way down. I needed another drink, and another, and another.The glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the third try as I fumbled to grasp it.I needed to get out of this room, to get out of this penthouse, to