Free Corn, Cows, and the Apocalypse (Part 1) by Felicia Jedlicka Page B

her.”
                  “You tried to rape me!”  I screamed taking that step forward that I didn’t want to take.  I was still firmly plastered to Priest’s arm though, so it didn’t really look threatening. 
                  Garrett looked down at the floor before answering.  “Yes, that is what I appeared to be doing.  Mind you I would not have actually done that, but I needed you to really believe I was going to do something to you.  I needed you to be afraid enough to fight.  You did very well, by the way.”
                  “Fuck you!  I hate you!”
                  “That’s okay.”  He said returning his gaze to Priest.  “Could we speak alone, as gentlemen?”  Garrett held up his hands in surrender. 
                  After a long moment of evaluation on Priest’s part, he nodded.  “One moment.”  Priest turned around pulling his right arm from my grasp in exchange for his left arm around my back.  “Come on.”
                  “Priest, no, don’t talk to him, just tell him to leave.”  I begged as we headed to his dressing room off the side of the sanctuary. 
                  He shushed me gently and closed the door behind us.  He removed his robe, under which he had casual clothes on.  It was something I had never seen on him.  Without the robe or the collar, he looked almost normal—whatever that was at this point. 
                  There was a small bathroom off the room, just a toilet and sink.  We both squished into it and he set me on the toilet while he washed the blood off my arm.  I watched him play around in his first aid kit before he found the butter fly bandages he wanted. 
                  He caught my eye before he started.  His eyes were blood shot, but he seemed lucid enough to trust with my care.  He smiled at me.  I never understood how he could treat me so carefully, while he played with the insecurities of other women to get them into his bed, or in this case onto his altar. 
                  “Did you know I wanted to be a doctor?”  He asked before kneeling before me.  I shook my head.  “Before I wanted to be a priest, I wanted to help people, save lives, all that jazz.”  He pulled my cut together and placed the butterfly bandages.  “I decided that I could save people in a different way.”  He pulled out a gauze roll and wrapped it around my forearm.  I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the unraveling fabric.  “Maybe I should have stuck with being a doctor.”
                  Before he finished I thanked him with a kiss on his forehead.  I probably would have kissed his lips, but his forehead was much more accessible.  “You’re doing a pretty good job tonight, either way.”  He smiled and placed his hand on my cheek.  He mumbled his blessing before opening his eyes.  “Why do you keep blessing me?” 
                  “Because you don’t know how insane it is to come to me to be saved from a lecherous man.”
                  “You’re not a rapist.”  I argued.
                  “No, I’m worse.  I’m a seducer.”
                  “You’re going to let him take me back aren’t you?”
                  “Is he training you?”  He asked rather than answer me.
                  “Yes.”  I whispered.
                  “Do you think what he said was true?” 
                  I realized the sudden attack did seem out of character for Garrett.  He barely paid any attention to me, let alone demonstrate any attraction to me.  “Maybe, but he was pretty convincing as a rapist.” 
                  “I’ll talk to him, but to answer your question, no, I’m not letting anyone take you.  I will, however, let you leave if we can trust what he says.”  He pulled me up