"But you already did..." the voice whispered to me.

It didn't have any doleful or wrathful tone, rather, the voice seemed amused. I waited for more comments from the evil spirit. My whole body was perspiring in the freezing temperature and I know too well that this wasn't caused by the coldness of the night. I was too afraid to move. I closed my eyes and prayed once more. No one can harm me as long as I have faith in the Lord. The freezing environment finally dispersed and was replaced by the normal climate of the night. I sighed in relief and submerged into a deep slumber.

I woke up from the bright lights coming from the windows. I rubbed the sleep off my droopy eyes and as I opened them, it instantly widened as I saw that the pages from the magazine were plastered at every inch of my room. I covered my mouth to contain a scream to not alert the maids.

"Oh my God..." I shakily whispered. A knock on my door suddenly raised my heart rate to almost 100. Don't ask me how I knew. I just felt the nervous pummeling of my heart that I could almost hear it. Its beating could be compared to the sound of a running horse on the loose.

"Son, are you awake? You're going to be late for school," my dad reminded me but I was too engrossed by the multiple pictures showing the most beautiful men I have ever seen. A minute later my dad knocked once more. "Hey buddy!" he lowly called in a harsh and forceful whisper. "Did you enjoy the magazine I gave you?"

Yes...I am enjoying every chiseled muscle...

I mean no!

I clutched my chest and attempted to calm my breathing. I quickly ran to the door and pushed myself against it. I cannot have him see these pictures. "Dad, I am feeling unwell," I answered, trying to relax my shaky voice.

"Oh...Do you need anything?"

I shook my head as if my dad will see my actions. "No...none, thank you." When I heard his footsteps fading, I quickly locked the door and planned on how I will remove the vulgarity attached to the four corners of my room.

This will be a long day...

I finished removing the posters and ripping them off in tiny little pieces one-by-one before lunch time. I have to burn these along with my forbidden lusting. I will need a pastor to cleanse our house. It would seem that my dad's perverseness had caused evil spirits to enter our home. I took a quick and cold shower and wore some casual clothing which included a black hoodie, white jeans and my favorite black quicksilver marquez boots. I grabbed some leftover toast from downstairs and a garbage bag to throw in the ripped off magazines. This spirit was a playful one not to mention, a pervert.

I got out of the house, being careful not to bump into Derek. I usually sneak out of the house without any bodyguards. I wasn't kidnapped yet so I don't fret anything for now but I need to be careful. I already got a lighter from the kitchen; I just need to find an abandoned house to burn this and I know just the place.

It took me a good 5 minute walk to get to my destination. I had my hoodie pulled over my head so no one would pay too much attention to me. I looked over the deserted house and remembered how nice the folks that used to stay there. They left this town because of homophobia. Their son was gay and they accepted him but because of the extreme hate of this place, their son was killed by someone we don't know yet.

To kill a person for sinning does not give you a ticket to heaven. Murder is also a sin. The only one who has the right to take away a life is the one who created all existence. Honestly, violence does not solve anything. It only adds fuel to the fire.

I jumped over the fence of their backyard. The grass was already reaching my waist. I looked around me to find any metallic things and spotted the garbage can. I shove the plastic bag inside and lit a fire. The plastic began to burn as the fire spread. Smoke started to arise and I just hope this won't attract too much attention.

"Who's there?"

I jumped in place when I heard someone. I looked behind me and found Edward just at the other side of the fence. He had a bruise on his left cheek and a busted lip. Edward always had injuries here and there from all the fights he sparked. Although he was known to be a homophobic person and a boy who loved to cause dog fights, he always went to church with his parents. I only talked to him once and he sounded decent - a very big contrast to what the school viewed him to be.

"Keetan?"He jumped over the fence and walked towards me. "Hey bud, what are you doing here?"

I fidgeted in my place and looked behind me. Oh dear, the fire was getting big. "I'm...uh, burning my dad's porn."

Edward snickered. "You're taking away a man's greatest treasure."

I pouted at him. "You mean sin?"

He rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever."

"What happened to your face?" I asked him.

Edward touched his bruised face with his fingers. "Ah this? My old man got mad at me for going home late last night. It sucks that he literally followed the bible about disciplining a son with a rod."

I let out a chuckle. "I see..."

It's true that a father must discipline his son if he loves him but dear Lord, Mister Campbell did not show mercy on him. I don't favor child discipline by pain but it was written in the bible so folks follow them. I raised my hand and cupped Edward's cheek. My hand emitted a glow and slowly healed his injury. I then lightly touched his broken lip and no more than a minute that his face was good as new.

"There...Good as new," I told him.

Edward beamed at me and massaged his once beaten up cheek. "Damn, thanks but I don't have any money in me."

I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "I don't accept money for my services," I informed him. "Would you like me to talk to your dad about controlling his punches for once?"

He chuckled. "Nah, no thanks and besides, I need this so that I won't be a faggot."

My lips formed a fake smile and I diverted my gaze awkwardly at the fire. "I-I see then." I remembered my dream about him beating someone to death. Gosh, that was really a freaky dream but if the evil spirit was the one who caused that, then it had failed to demolish my faith.

I continue to nervously fidget on my place. I wished that he would leave me alone. I feel as if he was psychic and he will know about what I was really burning but destiny doesn't seem to be by my side as he just stayed and whistled. "Hey Keetan," he suddenly spoke.

"Yes?"

"How are you feeling?"

"Oh he's fine. He just saw some good-looking dicks lately," the voice that had been bugging me since last night popped inside my mind once more. Was this my conscience? Why was it like that only the devil was whispering to me?

"I'm fine, I'm just exhausted," I replied to him. I felt a hand pat my shoulder. Edward gave me a squeeze and I had to resist the urge of slapping him. I was way too paranoid.

"You shouldn't tire yourself too much. You're too important to...the people here. You're our faith healer after all."

I nibbled my bottom lip and nodded at him. Of course...I was just a faith healer to you all. That's all you think of me and that's the only reason why you give me importance. To my parents, I was only their money-maker. No one bothered to know me better because all they wanted from me was for me to heal them so they can go on with their lives.

This was too painful to think of but I mustn't turn cold to my faith because of this. I was chosen to be like this so that people will surrender themselves to the Lord.

"God is good..." I whispered to myself.

The day went quickly and I contacted my teachers for the lessons that I have missed. My parents will be thankfully gone for the whole morning tomorrow to go somewhere so the healing program will be canceled. I don't think I had the strength to do 100 people and then have another healing day for Sunday. I must restore my strength.

Derek delivered me to school safe and sound and I expected the staring problems of everyone when I entered the hallways but it would seem that they weren't staring at me anymore. Women had their mouths opened. They almost had their tongues rolling out of their mouths. I slowly turned to see what they were staring at and my eyes widened from the tall and muscular being from behind me. He had a cigarette between his lips and he looked down upon me with mischief in his eyes. He was wearing an all black leather outfit and I had to stop myself from staring at him. His blue eyes hid the various knowledge and his hair was as dark as midnight.

"Well what are you all staring at? I can't believe this God-given town is blessed with pussy-wetting females and in denial gay people!" he spat. Everyone gasped from his vulgar words. Oh my Lord.

The man bent slowly and I almost melted into the floor. He was so tall. "I smell the gay in you..." He whispered to me, making my heart drop. I was like being judged on judgment day.

"Hey you! Don't you dare touch the faith-healer of this town!" I heard Edward shout. The tall man pushed his hands in his pockets and had a bored expression on his face.

"I wasn't touching him, I was smelling him."

...

...

Okay?

He then pointed at one girl at the side who was almost drooling at him. "And you, your Calamari Cockring smells like the boy named Travis. Congrats!" he barked out a laugh. The girl suddenly had a shocked expression that turned into wobbly lips and teary eyes.

"Oh my God! Your mouth is so filthy!" Briana, one of my classmates in American History exclaimed angrily as she comforted her friend.

"Says the girl who sucks dicks for breakfast."

That got some of the students, particularly males to snicker. Okay Mister, that is enough.

"Sir, please stop yourself from saying such hurtful words," I scolded him. I feel like a hamster beside a tiger.

He snorted at me. "I'm just revealing your sins. I thought this town is supposed to be following the bible literally?" He started to walk ahead of me while he sniffed the air. What was with this guy?

"Ah Pride, Anger, Greed, Gluttony, Lust, Sloth, Envy...You all have it here."

"Get out of here you weirdo!" a guy shouted. The mean man walked beside Edward and then whispered something to him which made his eyes widen in shock and anger. His fists started to shake as this mysterious person whispered to him with a smile.

"Shut up!" Edward snarled and landed a jaw-breaking punch on the guy's face making his head snap to the side. He didn't even budge on his place. I saw how Edward sent people flying with his punches but it seemed that it didn't even hurt the guy. I felt something sinister about his aura and it was making my hands and feet cold once more.

"What the? Edward, why are you bullying the transfer student?!" our principal questioned.

"Sir, this guy is being an asshole!" Edward defended although he just made himself submerge more into trouble since he cursed. Our school had strict rules about cursing. If you cuss, you will provide community service and replace the janitor for days depending on the number of curses you utter.

"Watch your mouth!" our principal chastised.

The new guy brought out a mirror from his jacket and handed it to Edward, which Edward took with confusion. "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"

The guy shrugged. "He told you to watch your mouth. I just thought maybe I should be generous and lend you my mirror."

"In my office now!" 

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