It has been 2 weeks since my last confessional and between then and now, I have sinned.
I belong to a gang. We all started out as friends, drinking buddies, no violence, no killing. That all changed 2 days ago.
We were out of cash, couple of youths in this big city and we were stinking broke. It was not my idea. Paul told us to do it. He said nobody was going to get hurt. He lied.
We broke into a man's house. It was me, Steve, and Paul that went in while the others looked out for us.
Paul kicked down the door and pointed the gun.
"EVERYBODY HANDS UP! WHERE IS THE MONEY?"
They all looked so scared, I whimpered a bit.
"WHERE IS THE MONEY I SAID" Paul shouted again.
The man got up. "I'll take you to where the money is son, just don't hurt any of us."
"SHUT UP OLD MAN!" Paul said. Take me there.
The man began to lead Paul to where the money was. I remained downstairs.
I heard yelling from upstairs.
Paul rushed down angrily yelling "****IN' IDIOT! I'm gonna kill these people"
It all happened so quick...
The Wife
The Daughter
Gone!
The man rushed down and he just stood there and looked. Just stood there.
Paul told us to run. I ran. There was nothing I could do.
That's my confessional father.
YOUR TASK: You're the father (in both senses...the father who was attacked and the father in the booth (the same person)). In 1-10 lines, What Would You Do?