Page 41 of New Beginnings
“Fuck you!” Detective Lewis yelled, his glob of bloody spit landing at Rev’s feet.
“Looks like the Detective needs to learn the hard way, Rev,” Demon said, chuckling. “It’s about to get fucking interesting.”
Rev’s gaze moved down to the stained concrete floor where the spit had landed, then it drifted back to Detective Lewis. He took in a deep breath and released it. Then the most disturbing smile I’d ever seen on a person moved across his face.
“We’re going to have us a little church until you confess your sins. What do ya say, Detective?”
You could see the excitement on Rev’s face but the confusion on Detective Lewis’s.
“What...” Detective Lewis stammered. “Confess my sins? Fuck you. I have no fucking sins!”
“We all have sinned and have falling short of God’s grace, Detective,” Rev said.
The men with Rev laughed.
“What the hell are you talking about!” The Detective yanked against his restraints. “Do you know who I am!”
“Do you think I give a fuck who you are?” Rev chuckled. “I only want to hear you confess.”
“Y’all might as well get comfortable,” Demon whispered to me and Caesar. “There ain’t no telling how long this is going to take.”
Demon walked towards one of the walls and leaned against it looking so uninterested in what his father was doing. I assumed because he’d witnessed this many times before.
“What the fuck is happening?” Caesar asked me with confusion on his face.
I shrugged. “I’ve never seen it before, but he calls it preaching,” I said. “He’s fucking crazy so there’s no telling what the hell we’re about to watch.”
We stood beside Hannibal, and the sound of the three men’s footsteps echoed ominously as they closed in on Detective Lewis. He thrashed around in the chair harder, but it was no use—he wasn’t going anywhere.
“The Bible says, repent!” Rev shouted. “Turn away from all your offenses then sin will not be your downfall.”
“Is that really a fucking verse from the Bible?” Caesar asked, doing the sign of the cross over his chest.
“Fuck if I know,” I said. “You’re the damn Catholic.”
Rev squatted in front of Detective Lewis and one of the men circled him. “Confess.”
“Confess,” the other two said in unison.
I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but it was fucking fascinating to watch. You could tell they had done this many times before. Detective Lewis eyes were wide as saucers as he looked at the men. And I couldn’t blame him. This was some weird shit.
“I... don’t know... I don’t know! I don’t know anything!”
Rev shook his head and believe it or not, he looked truly disappointed in the detective’s answer. Rev jumped to his feet then gripped Detective Lewis by the throat and squeezed.
“Have I not blessed you with the opportunity to confess your sins to me?” Rev asked.
“Does this motherfucker think he’s God or something?” Caesar whispered.
No one answered because no one had any fucking answers to what the hell was happening.
“Have I not blessed you with the opportunity to lay your burdens down,” Rev continued. “Have I not blessed you with the opportunity to redeem yourself, Detective?”
Rev loosened his grip from around Lewis’s neck and he started coughing and gasping for air. “I don’t know anything!” he shouted when he could finally speak. “Please... please. I don’t know anything.”
“I’ve given you every opportunity to tell me the role you played in the death of my daughter and my grandson,” Rev said. “I’ve given you a chance that most people don’t have to confess what they’ve done. To save themselves. And you remain silent, so now you will reap what you have sown. And then I’ll take your soul.”
“Oh fuck,” Caesar whispered with fascination in his voice. “He’s done fucked up now.”
