We Are Bound By Symmetry

Bit 16

"Father Thomas I've been a bad, bad girl... and I'm in desperate need of confession." she pulled at the edges of her plaid skirt, trying to adjust it back to it's proper place. Her hair was messily pushed to one side and she reeked of her Daddy's gin.

Father Thomas coughed into the back of his hand.
"Bless ye, child. You have - "

"Well aren't ya gonna ask? Aren't ya gonna ask what I did? Or am I supposed to tell you myself?"

"Um, well -"

"Don't answer that, I'll just tell ya I guess." she had a giant wad of bubble gum she kept smushing between her lips.
"I made a pretty serious mistake, Father. And I mean, we ain't talkin' just the regular old thirteen-year-old Gossip Girl bull. I'm talking like, the whole sixth commandment is shot to Hell. But I'm not all that sorry about it, you see? So I dunno if this whole Confessional thing is really gonna play out like it should, ya know?"

Father Thomas clears his throat.

"Oh but ya DO know, don'tcha Father?" her tone turned a little darker, and the Father squirmed a bit in his chair, pulling at the sleeves of his robe.
"I mean wasn't that you that was upstairs with my mother when daddy was workin' late the other night?" She sat up a little straighter, crossing her legs.
"I heard the two of you screwin' around in there. I heard what she was yellin' when you was touchin' her. Oh, I heard what she was sayin'. Couldn't have been anyone else but you, 'Fathaaaaa Thomassss!' "

Her rather loud interpretation of her own mother made Father Thomas more than nervous, so he turned abruptly to face her through the copper meshing.

"Sarah I don't think this is an appropriate place for us to discuss that."

"Um, fuck you."

He smiled. "No thanks, sweetheart."

She spit as heavily into the grate as she could, wrapping her fingers around the copper that surrounded the two of them, sneering into the little windows of his face she could see.

"Go. To. Hell."