Grabbing The Hot Gate - Episode 18

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 The time to meet her first set of trouble was now. They sat astride each other, staring into each other's eyes after she had explained to him. Stella was so sure that if she faced Japheth now, there was no way she would have any fear whenever she was publicly confessing. Although it might shake them a bit, she was ready to point out the many mistakes many of them made while making requests to God. All in the name of aiming for greatness, many of them allowed their problem overwhelmed them, and made them prayed amiss. 
She was sweating all through, and felt she should have run away to Greencity, where Heetah had once informed her would soon be in turmoil because its occupant would start killing one another because of heaven; or Brown Valley, which had been predicted to the be the home of world's problem . But she knew telling him was worthwhile. Paul of the Bible got a lot of souls to Christ because of his numerous public confession. 
'So you mean to tell me that...'
'Yes'.
'I'm dead. You are a witch?'
'I was a witch'.
'That's ridiculous. Say someone else was the witch you were talking about, tell me it was something else and not you. Please'
She went down on her knee and clasped her hands together

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. 'Please forgive me. I have deceived you a lot'.
'But...But... Does that mean everything you taught me was wrong?'
She nodded repeatedly. 'Everything. Well most of them. They were not a lie, but they weren't something you ought to learn at this your stage'.
He rose from his seat and walked down to the window. She wondered what would happen this time. Gladys hadn't taken it well the other time. There was really no assurance that Japheth also would take it likely, but she had to make sure he forgave her. There were many things that could come along with her confession. One of them was a rejection of the logical people, who would treat like a little child who claimed to have seen Voldemort. They would take it as madness. However, none of them would matter if Japheth too took it badly as Gladys did. She needed him to be on her side.
He was the only Christian that could help her, she felt it in her bone. Yet, he was a baby Christian and would only feed her with the milk of the word of God. The softness of the word she would get would be too small to her desire, and that might make her tread the path Gladys took. 
Since Japheth was a baby Christian, she was sure that his reaction would be embellished with tantrums and much bickering. He would react like every other baby Christian would. However, she still had the feeling that after everything he would understand her. Despite the fact that the timing was wrong, she had exposed his soft spiritual baby teeth to the hard bone of God's word. He had once sinned and would accept her like someone that was once in the darkness but had been forgiven. However, he wasn't Jesus.
 He sauntered to her side and said, 'You have led me in the wrong direction and for this reason, God will punish you'.
 He stormed out of the room. She burst into tears as she imagined what he would be feeling at the moment. She couldn't bring himself to leave town. There was a need for retribution or a need for her to make them know that she wasn't all that a prophet. That she was façade, a lie, and an unworthy person. And in case they accepted her, she would stay back with them to teach them how to come to the light of the word.
Japheth returned to the sitting room, where she was drowning herself in her own tears and guilt.
'You will go to our church, I mean my church and let them all know that you are a witch. That everything they know about you was a lie. You deceived me'.
His eyes were now red and he was sniffing repeatedly as he took his seat opposite her. If she was given the opportunity, she would have loved to clean his tears away, but at the moment he was like a glass that must be handled with care. He wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. She would do that to please him and if that would be her first chance at saving a soul for Christ, she would love that. 
'I'm so sorry. But are you saying that if I do this, you would still love God?' 
'What do you care about God?'
'I just got saved. The feeling. Oh The peace. You don't want to face what I've faced for years, for centuries. I was in bondage from within and without. Despite being a witch I couldn't do what most witches were doing. Even when I was able to, there was always someone longing to get my type of power, someone trying to kill me. Now, I have no fear. I was rich but couldn't go about doing what other people were doing. I was like Hera was to Zeus. I was Satan's wife, who had been hidden away and used to do the most perilous of things', she said and tears streamed down her eyes as she watched him hold his head in desperation.
 He raised his head and scanned her and shook his head.
'I said it. I knew something was wrong. I knew it. I couldn't place my hand on it. You were too happy, too holy. No blemish at all. That was impossible. That was surely impossible. But I didn't see this in you. You were...' He grasped into the space, trying to gesticulate his words. His face was ragged as he tried hard to put whatever he wanted to say into words. She nodded as he kept groaning for words.
'You could have been too holy. You were my role model. You just... You can't be a witch. I wanted to like you. Now, you're telling all those were What? A charade. A joke. You were a joke. You were nothing. That's impossible'.
'I'm sorry'.
He shifted to the edge of his chair: His eyes seemed to have a longing. She wanted to read his thought, but refrained herself. It was better to let things work in their natural state. Acting along with natural course would take time, but she had to learn to live like that. She always watched many witches that had gone out of Lucifer's camp, they always had a longing to test their power again. This one that she was now a Christian, she needed to employ every ability to use her natural senses and whenever the holy spirit baptized her, she would use him the way most of those Christian did.
'Don't let any other person know'.
 She swallowed. He was choking her with his desire, and wanted her to be the perfect image he had placed in his mind. He wanted her to be the perfection he had always stared at, one he wanted to worship. It was sweet and she would have loved to remain in that position, but she was now a Christian. The first thing she needed right there was to break down that stature and tear down the poster of her that he had placed in his mind. She would trash and break down the images with no mercy. There was no perfection; everything was a plain charade.
'I'm sorry. I can't. God wouldn't be happy. I'm not high up there with the power and the holiness. I'm human. A witch. You should be afraid of me. You might not see my brooms or see me moving out of the river like a goddess. But that's what I am. I am not perfect. I'm a woman. Flesh and blood.'
He rose from his seat while shaking his head terribly. The tantrum would begin soon. She knew, but she needed to hand him a toy. But at this point there was none. She couldn't give him any talk about herself and expect him to back off.
'I have to do it. The many souls I have made miserable. The ones I have crushed in my hand and made cry. The pain I've caused No... The bible says we should confess our sin'.
'No. The bible didn't say that'.
She stared at him and looked him all over.

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. She had the bible words all scribbled into her memory, and she could recite the bible non-stop for days. 
'The Bible says we should ask God for forgiveness. Not the church', Japheth corrected. 
 She sat straight and felt it was time to yank the cane from him and thrash him with it. 'The bible makes us know that he who keeps his sin and...'
 She just didn't see a reason to explain herself to this baby Christian. He didn't know how she would feel the moment she told the world about her ordeal. She rose and carried her bag. 
' I only felt I should ask for your forgiveness.'
' See. What did my forgiveness do? Nothing'.
'At least, I felt at peace'.
She strolled out and burst into tears as she closed the door behind her. She felt at peace, but also couldn't stop feeling the pain and the tears.
                ***
She didn't know if she should cry or remain numb, but she needed to express herself. She needed to tell God how he failed her. She never even trusted him before, but Alexis was hoping he would answer her this time, and make her start becoming serious with him. 
For many years, she hadn't seen a need to pray to him. But the only thing that was on her mind was how she would get back at God and Japheth. She turned on her bed, and heard her father trying to calm her mother in the parlor.

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