Raymond was trying his best to pray. To be normal. To be good, maybe. Maybe then he could change. He kept hearing people behind him talking about beatings, and a girl walking off angrily when confronted about her most recent one. It became harder to pray. He wanted to leave, soon, maybe as soon as he finished praying, because he didn't feel as if he had a place here. On that note, he found his hearing concentrate more and more to their direction, now hearing that they want to take this outside.
"Finally. Now maybe I can pray instead of hearing some bitching about some small beating," he said, maybe a little too loudly.
[i]Aw, hell. I think they might've heard me.[/i]