Chapter 12 – CALLING ME BACK

Written By: luke4079

But as insane as that meeting was, there was something about being a part of that crowd that comforted me. But what was my connection to these crazies? What was it about the yelling, screaming and crying that made me want to go back? What would people say if they knew I went to a VOTF meeting? It wouldn’t add up for them. The more I fought it, the more it fought me.

But what the Hell was “it” that was making me want to go these meetings? Was “it” God, the Holy Spirit? A 15 year-old me? One thing was certain, traveling to St. John the Baptist in Haverhill to yell at it from across the street, or swearing at God to leave me alone, was not helping.


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