Pagan Babies (Short Story‪)‬

"Tell your parents you are going to hell," said the priest. "What you've done is immeasurable. There's nothing else I can do for you. You've done too much. Go home. Tell your father and mother you are going to hell! I stood up, pulled the confession veil away and stepped out of the booth. I'm going to hell. This wasn't happening. His holy drunkenness. Father Ward, had torn me in half and sent me to the Hounds of Hell, the Netherworld, pitchforks, fryin', twistin', and burnin' This wasn't happening.