Rorschach Monster Boyfriend: Bricassart Part One (special preview)

“How’d you ever guess?” I walk beside him with a smile, his presence is large and warm like a comforting shade. 

“I found God much later in life,” he tells me. “Before then, I had a life that was as far from God as it could possibly be.”

“Oh my,” I gasp.

“All my life, even as a child, I had no control over myself. I did as I pleased without restraint. I had been in and out of jail so often, I knew all the guards and their families by name.” He shakes his head. “But it was also in jail that someone reached out to me. They helped me see the error in my ways and guided me into the life I lead now. Most of the Fathers here do not look too kindly on my past.”

“Isn’t there a rule in the Bible against that?” I scoff.

He chuckles. “Yes, I suppose there is.”

“If it was such a bad life,” I start, “then why even tell people about it? Why give them a reason to be suspicious of you from the beginning?”

“Because I use my past to witness to others.” His voice is so full of heart, it moves me. “If someone like me can make such a change because of God, anyone can. My past was forged for a reason and it is my duty to wield it.” He lays his hands over his chest. “And even though I am here, I am still not perfect, I still sin. I am not better than anyone on this earth.”

“My father said that too.” I choke up slightly. “He was like you. A priest.” I look away from him and smile towards the ground. “He had me even despite it.”

“I see,” Bricassart murmurs. “Did he take responsibility, at least?”

“He did,” I nod. “He loved me and he told me that daily.” I smile to myself. “I miss him greatly.”

Bricassart lays his hand on my shoulder. “Then I am sure his spirit is with you.”

I fear what I feel for him in that moment, but I do not regret it. Come Sunday, I wonder what he’ll say or how he’ll react? Perhaps it was foolish of me to go and see him, but we are both playing with fire.

The Red Room is named such because everything within is red. The walls are painted a deep burgundy, while the furniture and decor is as red as blood. I go in an hour before Bricassart is supposed to show up. I prepare the room after it has been cleaned and set. I set up a few things of my own, as well as light the candles. I dim the lights, creating an ambiance that is seductive. 

I glance myself over in the mirror once, preparing myself in the way Bricassart requested. I am wearing all white with red heels. My skin is a dusty blue, with smoky gray patches along my hands, neck, and legs. My eyes are pure black with bright yellow in the center. I keep my gray hair short, as I hate when long strands get caught up in my neck. I’ve been called cute, but I am not a judge for it. I can’t tell.

I hear the key in the door and turn as Bricassart steps into the room.