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Chapter 9: The entrance to hell (Part I)

Chapter 9: The entrance to hell (Part I)

I opened the door to Father William's office and stopped dead when I came face to face with a woman in jeans and a black shirt. I recognized her, I had seen her before in the hallways, if I wasn't mistaken she was a church worker, but I think she was not religious, she had a somewhat sensual look and was one of those girls who, even if they didn't wear make up, always seemed to be pretty.

What were you doing in Father William's office? They were supposed to clean as long as no one was in the offices...

“Hello,” she said with a slight smile, her gaze still somewhat daring.

"Hello," I responded out of courtesy.

I don't know why I felt a certain jealousy that he was alone with Father William, that is, Father William had to attend to many cases of various people and he would never cross the line, he could not betray God, just like me.

The first thing they told me when I became a novice was that I was going to marry God, so I didn't have to feel like that, like he belonged to me or anything like that.

I wanted so much to keep my distance but it seemed like he wanted me close.

It was the bad thing about standing out so much from the other novices, they would always want you around for everything.

I entered Father William's office, he was behind his desk holding the Bible in his hands leaning on his chair, I noticed that he looked up at me and I looked away, avoiding his gaze.

I didn't want to face all the things he made me feel or seeing his attractive face.

“The Mother Superior ordered this,” I commented, leaving the white light lamp in front of his desk.

"You took a long time." he commented and he added with some sarcasm: "Did you prepare the food?"

"The Mother Superior asked me to help her with the transfer of the children from the orphanage," I responded, trying to keep my thoughts and my entire body calm.

I noticed that he got up from his seat walking towards me, his footsteps against the floor echoing in my ears, making my breathing quicken knowing that he was getting closer to me.

"Will you be with them?" he asked.

He stopped next to me and I turned to him still avoiding eye contact.

"Yes, I'll be one of those in charge," I said.

"Why are you avoiding my gaze, Celeste?" he said, "Don't you know that it is rude not to look at the priest of the church?"

I licked my lips and looked up, meeting his deep gray eyes and his handsome face with firm and hard features, no matter how much I looked at it, I didn't seem to see any flaws.

I felt my heart accelerate at his pace, my throat was dry, I licked my lips and noticed how his eyes fell on them for half a second.

All of me shook.

My whole body warmed up and it was probably reflected in my blushing face.

I didn't like this tension that I felt every time I was next to Father William, it was as if nothing else existed, as if I couldn't control myself and my body asked me to approach him and touch him; make the wet dream a reality.

"Speaking of which," he said, looking back into my eyes at his slightly hoarse voice, "I need to go supervise that area."

Area?

"Come," said Father William, taking a notebook with a pen and began to walk towards the door of his office.

"Excuse me?" I asked without understanding.

“Come with me to supervise the area,” Father William said and left the office. I pursed my lips to walk alongside him as he walked down the hallway.

"I have to see if there are places that are not suitable for children to live in," he continued saying.

"Uhm okay, um, what about my camera?" I asked, after all that was what I had gone looking for.

"It's in my office, I'll give it back to you later," he said, downplaying it.

I looked at him, he continued walking with his head held high and unfazed, watching it was as if he was drawing attention without even making an effort to do so.

I tried to avoid looking at him, my hands still felt sweaty just from being next to him.

"Father, and... what did you decide?" I asked, I didn't know if I would keep the photography class.

"Remove class," he answered simply.

"What?" I was startled "but... why?"

He seemed indifferent.

"You didn't have any photos of interest to me," he replied, "or anything I was hoping to see."

I swallowed heavily remembering when I took off my clothes with the intention of taking a photo, was that what you were referring to? Had he really seen me that day?

"What did you expect to see?" I dared to ask.

Father William looked at me out of the corner of his eye and replied:

"Something amazing."

I swallowed heavily and didn't talk about it again, I didn't want him to scold me or reprimand me if he had really seen me behind the tree.

Father William gave me the notebook so that I could write down the details that he saw needed to be improved.

We went down the stairs to the south area of the church where the rooms for the refugees were and then we went up several floors, it was somewhat away from the main rooms; It had been made for war, this had been disabled for almost 20 years. Starting with the main hallway lacking light, but the first rooms were good because they were kept clean, the sheets had to be changed, they were simple rooms, with several beds, further down the hallway we went to the other rooms that were single-bedded. Single large bed in a smaller room with a door, these were for families.

We entered one of the last family rooms, the window was broken, the foot of the bed was a little rusty, and it was very hot, plus we had to force the knob to get in, it seemed like the door had problems and it didn't work.

"This room is not habitable," said Father William, "the bed and the paint need repairs, there is no light and the door is broken."

"Room 45 not habitable," I commented as I wrote it down in the notebook along with his observations, it was the only room that was not suitable.

Suddenly the breeze from outside came through the broken window and the door to the room closed with a shrill slam.

I was startled with fright, his father looked at me and stretched his lips in a smile, but he didn't say anything about it, he just walked towards the window and tried to roll the glass, but it was very hard.

"In addition to the fact that the window doesn't close," he said, "the glass needs to be replaced, it can jump."

"Do you think children would commit suicide?" I asked a little confused.

He didn't turn around, he just whispered:

"The devil attacks unexpectedly, Celeste and the people too."

I didn't know why but his words made my skin crawl because it sounded very chilling, I was already starting to feel very hot.

"We should finish for today," I commented, in the same way we had already checked all the rooms in the shelter.

I went to open the door but I was paralyzed when I saw that the knob did not turn, I pushed the door, pulled it and again it did nothing.

It was closed.

"Father William," I said, "the door is closed."

He approached me and tried to open the door without any success, he whispered something under his breath that I couldn't even understand, seeming a little annoyed.

"And?" I asked.

"Obviously the door is closed," he said unkindly.

"But... What do we do now?" I asked, a little scared of being locked in a room, he turned to me with his gaze fixed on mine and said:

"Start asking for help."

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