Gunslinger
Hostage
Matt's POV
I was raised catholic since I was a kid, but I never thought I'd ever become one of the cleric. After all I went through in my six years of duty in Iraq, after all I did, after all the innocent lives I took in the name of my country, and most of all, after Jimmy died in action I kind of lost it. They all had who to come home to, but I didn't... I never really got over Hayden, I still loved her. She was my first and real girlfriend, every one else that crossed my path was meaningless. I had broken up with her when I first left to Iraq; I was young and immature back then and I never thought I would regret that stupid decision so many years later. When I returned home from the war, I was scattered, shattered, emotionally broken, nightmares assaulted me every time I closed my eyes... I was deep in PTSD, we all were, but I didn't have anyone to turn to, no one was there to calm me down after a freaking nightmare, no one was there to push into talk about it. Zacky had Savannah, Johnny had Dana, and Brian had Jade... They were there for them, they back them up, they stood by their side and help them get back on their feet. I had no one to do that for me, it was not like my friends, my brothers weren't there for me, but they had their hands full with their own shit to back me up...at some point when all the despair, all the sorrow, all the regret and all the void I was feeling took over me, I did the ultimate cry out for attention, I did the ultimate act of despair, I tried to end my own life. Useless to say that I wasn't succeeded in my attempt, but that resulted as an awakening for which I was grateful... Father Gray was there throughout the whole healing process and that was what made me choose to devote my life to God. I wasn't thrilled about the whole celibacy thing, but I was willing to deal with it. When I broke the news to my family and friends, none of them stood by me on that decision, they all claimed I wasn't cut out to be a priest.
I embraced my life as a priest, for two years I devoted my life to God without doubting my choice for a second. I was at my parent's house, having lunch with them when some disturbing news on TV got my attention.
"We're at the scene now, giving you live feed directly from the center of the action. The cops are surrounding the Aequalis Art Gallery. A reliable source informed us that five armed men are keeping a few people as hostages, including the owner of the gallery. The police is trying to get in touch with the burglars as they usually do in situations like this, they're trying to compromise with the criminals to release some of the hostages but they're not picking up the phone.", the front man said to the camera.
"Aequalis? Ain't that Hayden's gallery, Martha?", my father asked my mom.
"Did he just said that the owner is one of the hostages? Oh my god... Please, don't you let anything happen to my Hay, my Lord, just keep her safe...", my mom pressed her right hand on her chest as she pleaded for Hayden's safety. I was speechless... I haven't heard from Hayden for years and I had no idea she owned an Art Gallery nor did I know that she kept in touch with my parents.
"Wait...wait a second... Who owns this gallery?", I asked harshly.
"Hayden does...", my mom replied sheepishly.
"Hayden? My Hayden?", my tone was demanding.
"She's not yours, Matt... You made sure of that years ago!", my dad said.
"Have you guys been talking to her? Since when? Why didn't you tell me?"
"We never lost track of her, Matt. You knew we loved her, we didn't cut her out of our lives just because you decided to broke up with her. You broke her heart irreparably, she was crushed when you left and you never bothered asking about her. You didn't deserve to know...", my father said coldly.
I didn't even finished my meal, I blurred out of the house slamming the door behind me. For the first time in two years I lost my temper, for the first time since I embraced this life I was actually doubting my choice. Hayden was the cause behind all that... Hayden, my Hayden... I got inside my car and drove like a maniac, apparently I was driving mindlessly. It was only when I parked the car close to Hayden's gallery that I realized that my subconscious led me to where I wanted to be.
I was raised catholic since I was a kid, but I never thought I'd ever become one of the cleric. After all I went through in my six years of duty in Iraq, after all I did, after all the innocent lives I took in the name of my country, and most of all, after Jimmy died in action I kind of lost it. They all had who to come home to, but I didn't... I never really got over Hayden, I still loved her. She was my first and real girlfriend, every one else that crossed my path was meaningless. I had broken up with her when I first left to Iraq; I was young and immature back then and I never thought I would regret that stupid decision so many years later. When I returned home from the war, I was scattered, shattered, emotionally broken, nightmares assaulted me every time I closed my eyes... I was deep in PTSD, we all were, but I didn't have anyone to turn to, no one was there to calm me down after a freaking nightmare, no one was there to push into talk about it. Zacky had Savannah, Johnny had Dana, and Brian had Jade... They were there for them, they back them up, they stood by their side and help them get back on their feet. I had no one to do that for me, it was not like my friends, my brothers weren't there for me, but they had their hands full with their own shit to back me up...at some point when all the despair, all the sorrow, all the regret and all the void I was feeling took over me, I did the ultimate cry out for attention, I did the ultimate act of despair, I tried to end my own life. Useless to say that I wasn't succeeded in my attempt, but that resulted as an awakening for which I was grateful... Father Gray was there throughout the whole healing process and that was what made me choose to devote my life to God. I wasn't thrilled about the whole celibacy thing, but I was willing to deal with it. When I broke the news to my family and friends, none of them stood by me on that decision, they all claimed I wasn't cut out to be a priest.
I embraced my life as a priest, for two years I devoted my life to God without doubting my choice for a second. I was at my parent's house, having lunch with them when some disturbing news on TV got my attention.
"We're at the scene now, giving you live feed directly from the center of the action. The cops are surrounding the Aequalis Art Gallery. A reliable source informed us that five armed men are keeping a few people as hostages, including the owner of the gallery. The police is trying to get in touch with the burglars as they usually do in situations like this, they're trying to compromise with the criminals to release some of the hostages but they're not picking up the phone.", the front man said to the camera.
"Aequalis? Ain't that Hayden's gallery, Martha?", my father asked my mom.
"Did he just said that the owner is one of the hostages? Oh my god... Please, don't you let anything happen to my Hay, my Lord, just keep her safe...", my mom pressed her right hand on her chest as she pleaded for Hayden's safety. I was speechless... I haven't heard from Hayden for years and I had no idea she owned an Art Gallery nor did I know that she kept in touch with my parents.
"Wait...wait a second... Who owns this gallery?", I asked harshly.
"Hayden does...", my mom replied sheepishly.
"Hayden? My Hayden?", my tone was demanding.
"She's not yours, Matt... You made sure of that years ago!", my dad said.
"Have you guys been talking to her? Since when? Why didn't you tell me?"
"We never lost track of her, Matt. You knew we loved her, we didn't cut her out of our lives just because you decided to broke up with her. You broke her heart irreparably, she was crushed when you left and you never bothered asking about her. You didn't deserve to know...", my father said coldly.
I didn't even finished my meal, I blurred out of the house slamming the door behind me. For the first time in two years I lost my temper, for the first time since I embraced this life I was actually doubting my choice. Hayden was the cause behind all that... Hayden, my Hayden... I got inside my car and drove like a maniac, apparently I was driving mindlessly. It was only when I parked the car close to Hayden's gallery that I realized that my subconscious led me to where I wanted to be.
Notes
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Comments?
Wow this is one very interesting story. Matt becomes a priest and then sees something bad going on tv that involves his ex-girlfriend who he decides to try and rescue. But now the question is...since he'll be reunited with her soon, would that mean that he would break his vows of being a priest just to be with her again? ooh the wait to finding out is killing me lol.
8/24/15