“Proceed” I said, trying to be businesslike.
“Father, I don’t know what to do. There has been a problem plaguing me for quite some time, and even though I have been to confession before, I didn’t have the heart to talk about it.” She said unsteadily.
She sounded upset I thought, and any thought of lust I
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“You can tell me about it Cassy, you know I can’t tell anyone, and I wouldn’t even if I could.” I said, trying to reassure her.
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“This person, this man, started trying to kiss me furiously. I tried my damnedest to fight him off, but he was much larger and stronger than I.” She started to sniffle.
“Then....” Her voice trailed off.
I opened the curtain that was separating us, and as she looked at me, with mascara running down her cheeks, she reached for me, and I for her. I held her against my chest, feeling her wracking sobs shaking her body.
“He raped me father. I have never told anyone this before, I didn’t even call the
gay teen love stories police because I was afraid it was my fault.” She said, crying still.
“How could it possibly be your fault Cassy?” I asked, confused.
“It was how I was dressed, I thought I brought it on, with the way I was dressed.”
“What do you mean Cassy?”
“I was dressed rather promiscuously.”
“Cassy, you need to know that what happened was NOT your fault, at all. Why God lets these people do these things is beyond me, but do not cry for yourself, cry for him
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She sat there a little while longer, her heaving breasts rubbing against my chest and arm. I genuinely wanted to take the girl away from all her pain, somewhere very far away. Suddenly, she got up to leave.
“I’m sorry I took up so much of your time father.” She said, wiping a tear off her
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“It is no bother Cassandra, any time you need to talk, you know where my office is.” I said, trying to reassure this broken down figure before me.
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