I felt his eyes on me, I adjusted and looked straight to the pulpit- adjusting my usher tag and fixing my hair briefly.

When it was time for offering, I went left instead of right- yes he was sitting at the right- I beat the other usher to it even when I told her that I would be taking the right side- He tossed the envelope inside the basket with a grim face.

I took his looks in, a black jacket, black tee- dark jeans, and boots. I really liked his hair, could have done a bit better with a little combing but I guess, he was looking the part, I bet if I went outside at that time, I would see his motorbike or something 'bad' like that.

I adjusted and went back behind, eyes fixed on him.

After a while, He stood up and went outside,

I didn't have to but I stood up as well- pretending to cough, I came outside as well.

He looked me up and down.

'I don't want to talk to you, stop making me want to talk to you' He said to me, looking at me like he could see my soul.

I just stood there, I didn't have any words to say, I was afraid that I would open my mouth and it wouldn't be 'church' words that would come out. After staring at me, He went back in.

I stood out there, I stood out there and remembered, I remembered who I was, what I was brought out of.

He came out again.

'Walk me to the gate" He said to me and I started walking.

I took some steps, following behind him, then I looked at Him, turned the other way and started walking in the opposite direction.

I'm not a dog, I don't go back to my vomit.