Page 125 of For I Have Sinned

“Yeah, that’s scary. Thankfully, I still have two years until that happens to me,” Esther says. “But when it does happen, we can celebrate together! For me, turning thirty, and for you, to make up for you having to spend your birthday in here.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I agree and drop my eyes back to the screen.

I skim my eyes over the folders, none of which are of importance until I find one that is labeled “October 31st.” My two fingers slide across the touchpad as I move the cursor to the folder, and just as I’m about to double-click on it, a different file name catches my attention.

Joanna.

I quickly scan over the folder next to it and see another name.

Bekah?

My face scrunches with confusion, and I glance one more time at the folder I came in here for. Breathing heavily, I move the cursor to Joanna’s file and open it. Multiple videos and images are inside this folder. From the small photo thumbnails, I can tell exactly what they are. Images of Father Keaton fucking Joanna from behind, from the front, with his dick down her throat.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.

“Did you find what the event is?” Esther asks.

I can’t look away from the screen to answer her question. I don’t even say a word as I maneuver to a video. It opens on a separate, big screen, and loud moaning fills the room.

“What was that?” She leaves her post and comes to stand next to me. “Holy shit.”

Esther knows about Father Keaton and Joanna; I told her there was something going on between them the day Joanna slapped me. We both stare at the screen in shock as Father Keaton slams into Joanna from behind. Feeling sick to my stomach, I close the video; not able to watch it anymore.

“He has a folder for Bekah?” Esther points to the file next to Joanna’s.

I click on the folder, and sure enough, images and videos show almost the same thing as they did in Joanna’s.

“He was doing this with Bekah, too.”

“Play that one.” Esther’s finger taps the screen on the small file that shows Bekah’s face.

I open the file and hit play.

Bekah is on her knees, Father Keaton standing before her. She is still in her clothing, wearing her white dress as she stares up at him with anticipation in her eyes. Father Keaton’s hand comes into view, tipping her chin up.

“Do you know why you are here?” Father Keaton asks her.

“To please you,” Bekah responds, and it makes my stomach churn.

“That’s right.” He runs the pad of his thumb along the bottom of her lip. “Because by pleasing me, you are pleasing God.”

“He has her head all warped, too,” Esther says in disgust. “Imagine if Joanna saw this. She’d be adding Bekah to her slap list.”

The sound of a zipper fills the room, and I know what is going to happen next, so I exit the video before anything happens.

“Why is there a folder with your name?” Esther asks in horror.

“What?” My eyes search frantically around the screen to find what she is looking at.

She points to a folder hidden in the bottom left-hand corner labeled ‘Celine.’ What the actual fuck? What could possibly be in this folder?

“Maybe it’s just paperwork on me from when I came here?” I hover the cursor over the file and hesitate before I open it.

When the files load, my stomach drops, and my breathing becomes panicked. There are tons of photos and videos, but not just of me. These are of Alex and me.

In the library, when he almost kissed me.

In the library when he was saying goodbye before going to visit his mother.