Title: Forgive Me Father
Author: J. Wheeler
Genre: Psychological Suspense
Tropes: College Romance/Surprise Baby
Release Date: March 14, 2024
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My life is defined by three men who hold the threads of my existence:The architect of my darkness who sculpted me into the monster I've become.
The relentless hunter driven by a career-spanning quest to bring me to justice.
And the beacon of hope trying to save my tormented soul.
I am a walking paradox—a trained killer haunted by a longing for absolution from these traitorous desires … and revenge. And amid the carnage, an uncertainty claws at my conscience: was I born wicked, or molded into this abomination? Can someone drenched in darkness grasp the flicker of light? Or am I doomed to be consumed by the shadows forever?
“Don’t kill today. Just get through the rest of the day. Find other ways to silence your demons. Get through the night and see me in the morning. Don’t run from your demons, speak them into existence. It’s the only way to vanquish them once and for all.”
“I just need to last the night,” I repeat. It sounds insane…but maybe that’s good since my sanity is probably highly in question to begin with. Maybe I need to go against what feels natural for once.
“That’s all, just last the night.”
“Do you know how many times I’ve prayed to be delivered from this evil? It hasn’t worked before.”
“You can pray for deliverance, and God may send you a boat…but you’ve still got to paddle it.”
I hate when he makes a rational point, and he interprets my silence correctly.
“You are faithful and come every day. If you put that kind of dedication into not killing, I know you could do it.”
He isn’t wrong, so that would mean I’m just weak…I hate feeling weak, so I do what I always do, and I steal the power back.
“That’s the difference between you and me, Father. You believe in redemption. You look at me and see a sinner who can change their ways.” Even though he can’t see me, I allow a slow, sinister smile to emerge. “I look at you, and all I see is your carotid artery, and wonder how far the blood would spray if I cut it.” I drop my voice an octave, making sure the ice resonates behind my words. “Don’t mistake faith for purity, Father.”
“I just need to last the night,” I repeat. It sounds insane…but maybe that’s good since my sanity is probably highly in question to begin with. Maybe I need to go against what feels natural for once.
“That’s all, just last the night.”
“Do you know how many times I’ve prayed to be delivered from this evil? It hasn’t worked before.”
“You can pray for deliverance, and God may send you a boat…but you’ve still got to paddle it.”
I hate when he makes a rational point, and he interprets my silence correctly.
“You are faithful and come every day. If you put that kind of dedication into not killing, I know you could do it.”
He isn’t wrong, so that would mean I’m just weak…I hate feeling weak, so I do what I always do, and I steal the power back.
“That’s the difference between you and me, Father. You believe in redemption. You look at me and see a sinner who can change their ways.” Even though he can’t see me, I allow a slow, sinister smile to emerge. “I look at you, and all I see is your carotid artery, and wonder how far the blood would spray if I cut it.” I drop my voice an octave, making sure the ice resonates behind my words. “Don’t mistake faith for purity, Father.”
Jaci is a proud member of the Deaf community and lives with her very supportive husband and two amazing kids in California.
Writing is her passion and meeting and interacting with readers is one of her favorite pastimes.
When she's not writing you can find her Advocating for Autism Awareness, cooking like a mad woman and online shopping.
For Updates and information please go to www.jaciwheeler.com
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