Only God Can Judge Me #2pac Novels & Stories

When I finally do, her eyes are already on me. And there it is again…..that fire. It's not gone nor defeated, just recalibrating. God. She doesn’t lose easily. Neither do I. The judge leans forward and folds his hands. “It's now time for judgement and final verdict,” he says. And just like that, the room holds its breath. And this time, everything feels like it could break.

When I finally do, her eyes are already on me. And there it is again…..that fire. It's not gone nor defeated, just recalibrating. God. She doesn’t lose easily. Neither do I. The judge leans forward and folds his hands. “It's now time for judgement and final verdict,” he says. And just like that, the room holds its breath. And this time, everything feels like it could break.

I couldn't go for confession this time Only God would hear me Only he would understand But what if he didn't?

, I told him. " Just like I said ", he said. "Yes like you said", I agreed with him. "Did she bully you?", I asked him. "Nope. I was her dealer so she wouldn't dare to bug me", he said with a laugh. "What?", I asked him. "Just weed don't start judging me", he told me. "I won't judge. But God will“, I said seriously. " Say what? ", he asked me with surprise. I laughed out. It was damn funny.

“Not him.” “Do you know him? Do you know your tribe?” “Our God is a forgiving god. He listens to us.” “Your God is a forgetful god. He doesn't listen to you. Where is he now? Can you see Him?” “Your sarcasm is forgiven.” “I'm just stating the obvious.” “You can have this key if you will promise me to spare the life of Fr. Paul Sebastiano.” “Is that your ultimate wish right now? Don't you want me to spare yours instead of that Catholic priest?”

"Oh God, please forgive me!" ***

There was something about her that kept tugging at him but he had to be detached and do his work or he would lose all his clients. 'Mr. Chapman, you had accused me of being insane. I had been expecting you to take back that comment because since you have been speaking to me, you would have confirmed if I was insane or not. Now you are accusing me of being a nymphomaniac. What basis do you make the accusation or do you just accuse people randomly fir your entertainment?'

I said and straighten my clothes. I won't even give in to them and their psychotic minds. I won't even admit to them that I am Jenna. No, I will never give them satisfaction. I may have been taught the ways and teachings of God but that doesn't take away the fact that I am also human. A human with feelings. "When are you going to accept that you are Jenna?" he asks shaking his head in disapproval. I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell."

But I'm still not convinced. "How did you get in here?" Kurai's face gives away nothing as he leans over and examines me. He was about to lean closer to me when a pillow slumped on his face stopping him in between. He slowly stepped back, mouth curved into a smirk, "I'm a God, remember?" He turned his back and faced the curtained window. "I can appear anywhere I want, except to that place," he said, almost a whisper. His eyes fixed on an unknown point beyond the starry night.

He gave them money too, and some of them actually came back. But that part of him that saw through his pathetic bravado would always condemn him. He was sick, sick in the head, an aberration. “I hear judgment in your voice, father,” he said. “Judgment is of God, and God alone.” “Yet you judge me.” “I do not, don. Speak.”