(Fair warning: This is easily the darkest story I wrote to date, even counting one’s that none have you have seen before – THERE IS NO SEX, just a conversation between a father and a Father.)
The Confessor kneels inside the Participant side of a Confessional. Monsignor O’Brian opens the slide, so they can converse.
Confessor: Bless me father for I have sinned ... it has been ... too long since my last confession.
Monsignor: Go ahead my son.
Confessor: Father, I killed a man!
Monsignor: When was this?
Confessor: Last night.
Monsignor: Please tell me whatever you want to say; our conversation is protected.
Confessor: Father I came home from work last night about 5 o’clock.
Monsignor: Go ahead you can speak freely.
Confessor: When I got home, the place was empty. Neither my wife, son nor daughter was there, and I was worried.
Confessor: After being upset for a while, I saw a note.
Monsignor: Yes! And what did the Note say?
Confessor: My wife had written it and all it said was come to the hospital, our daughter may not live.
Confessor: I was out of my head, with worry about what could’ve happened to my daughter.
Confessor: I got to the hospital; I found out that my daughter was brutally raped, right to the point where she may not live.
Confessor: I was out of my mind with fear ... and love!
Monsignor: What did you fear?
Confessor: That I was capable of finding and killing the bastard who did that to her.
Monsignor: Settle down a little, please - And who did you love?
Confessor: My daughter very much, and my wife.
Monsignor: Go on.
Confessor: So they let me in, to talk to my daughter.
Confessor: Crying like I never have before, I asked her ‘who did this to you?’
Confessor: She wouldn’t look at me ... she was afraid to answer because she knew.
Monsignor: She knew what?
Confessor: That whomever she said, I would hunt down and murder him!
Monsignor: So, what is the status of your daughter?
Confessor: She survived, but she won’t be able to have children...
Monsignor: That’s so very sad.
Confessor: Yes, it is, Father.
Monsignor: So, did you find out who did it?
Confessor: Not right away, It took me a couple of hours to get to the bottom of it.
Confessor: I was given an address, a hotel on Main Street with a room number.
Monsignor: And did you go there?
Confessor: Yes, sir, I did.
Monsignor: And ... what did you find?
Confessor: A room with a lot of drunks inside.
Monsignor: So what did you do?
Confessor: As quietly and carefully as I could, I walked from drunk to drunk, to see if I recognized anybody there.
Monsignor: And did you?