Fundamentalists

By Chewy

Beta'd by Scouse aka my love and my only

Rating: PG

I don't own anything. Not even the computer I'm typing this on.

I'm not real sure of this story. This deals with real life events that are happening. I hope you give it a try and let me know what you think. I am finally back however. I'm sorry it took so long.

Intro

It's not the same around here without my brother Glen. They just came and took him away. No warnings or anything. The worst part was, our parents did nothing but stand there and watch them rip him from our home and of our lives forever. He was everything to me. He protected me from the others. He was my best friend and now he's gone, and I don't know where.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I realize it's time to get up. No sleep again last night. I haven't been able to sleep for weeks, because every time I close my eyes, I go back to that day. I hate it, and I wish it wasn't true.

"SPENCER!"

Time to get up. Looking out the window, I notice the sun hasn't even risen yet.

My closet is so not what a normal teenage girl's closet should look like. There should be jeans, t-shirts, sneakers, flip flops, and short skirts. All I have are homemade dresses that come to my ankles, and if I'm feeling adventuress I have a couple that come to my calves. Sighing, I get dressed in my normal attire for the day. My long blonde hair braided down my back.

One last glance in the mirror before heading down stairs, reveals my blue eyes that have lost there luster.

Down stairs my mother is in the kitchen kneading bread. While her sister wives attend to other chores and the smaller children. My family. I have five mothers and twenty-one well twenty brothers and sisters. Glen was the oldest. Now I am which means it's almost my time. I will be placed with a husband not of my choosing. This is the only life I have ever known and with these new laws being passed I will not even have school as an escape pretty soon.

"Spencer, I need you to run to the market. We are out of milk and eggs." Mary hands me some money. She is my father's second wife and very far from my favorite. She reminds me more of an iceberg then a human.

"yes ma'am"

Hurrying out the door and down the road, I begin my short journey. The dirt road showing the way. My surroundings always the same. The wall of the compound blocking access to the outside world. A world of movies and music that I have never heard or seen. My favorite daydream is that I'm just a normal girl with normal parents, and I'm allowed to date who I want

Eyes burning into me break me away from my thoughts. Our prophet Norman Jessup is focused on me. His eyes give me chills. He is the one who is going to decide who I marry. I just hope it's not him. His last bride was my age and that was over a year ago. She's seventeen now. I believe her name is Ashley. Her Father was excommunicated from the church, and her mother was reassigned to Norman Jessup to be his wife. Then he turns around and claims her as a bride too.

"Good morning Sir." Nodding my head, I don't wait for the return. I speed my pace up instead. I can still feel his eyes on me the whole time.

Once at the market, I make my way through the crowds of other women. Grabbing the eggs and milk I was sent to get.

"Is this all for you today Spencer?"

"Yes sir." Mr. Frank is a very nice old man. However he has always been looked down upon by the others. He never entered a plural marriage. Mr. Frank was only married to one. He also showed affection to her which is also against the rules. She died a couple of years ago, and he never remarried.

"Here you go. Have a wonderful day Spencer." His smile is always warm and caring.

Bags in hand, I make my way home quickly and quietly.

The Carlin home is in my view now. The white two story house with a wrap around porch and a picket fence to match. Looks like it would be a wonderful place to grow up in. It might have been too, if it wasn't for it's location inside the compound.

We are all members of the FLDS or Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Most people call us Mormons. Our Prophet, who is head of our entire church and speaks to God, says we have to separate ourselves from the evil doers in the outside world. So that is why I am stuck behind these walls.

Sneaking into the backdoor unheard and unseen, I place the groceries in the fridge.

I can hear whispering coming from the hallway. It's my mother Paula and my father Arthur. Stepping closer to hear, I make sure not to be found out.

"Arthur, you can't let him marry Spencer. He has enough wives. Can't you…"

"Paula, you know there is no other choice. The Prophet Norman Jessup has spoken and his word is God's. Spencer is going to marry him next Sunday."

My worst nightmare has come true. I am going to be married to a man that is three times my age and gives me the creeps. I can never learn to love him or the life I was born too.

" Are you going to tell her?" My mother asks.

" I will as soon as she returns."

Moving slowly away from the door before making myself known, I wipe away the single tear from eye.

"I'm home!"

I walk into the living room and they're all there smiling except my mother. Even my father has a huge grin.

" You are going to make a beautiful bride Spencer." Annie announces. She is his third wife.

I pay her no mind as I continue to stare at my father then at my mother wanting and wishing it not to be true.

"No. I don't want to get married" I whisper it just aloud enough to be heard but my eyes remain locked to the floor now. I've been taught to obey and not to object to any order given.

"Spencer, you are going to be married to our Prophet. It's a great honor!" Arthur announces with such excitement.

"I don't want …" my sentence is cut short by him.

"It is God's will, and you are going to be married next Sunday. THAT'S FINAL!" Giving up, I just nod my head in agreement. It's pointless to argue.

"Go get changed. We are going to the Jessup's for Dinner, so you can meet your future sister wives. Most importantly so you can get to know you're soon to be husband." The proudness that radiates from him blinding.

We look like a parade with the sheer number of people walking down the road in our Sunday best. All of my father's wives carrying food trays along with myself. Everyone smiling at the joyous occasion except my mother and myself.

"You know Spencer it's not everyday the Prophet picks a bride" Ruth says. She's the fourth. I wanted to reply with he just got married last year for the tenth time, but I didn't. I just faked a small grin and kept on walking.

When we finally reach his house, I'm blown away with the sheer size of it. It's huge. I guess it would have to be with as many wives and children he already has. This was going to be my home. Probably more like a prison.

We are greeted by one of the wives at the gate. I'm not sure which one.

"Welcome to our home Mr. Carlin. Everyone is around back. Follow me please."

The small and rounded older woman took off around the side of the house. We all followed suit with my father in the lead. Once around back, I get the first real look at all of them. Man and I thought my family was large. I swear I'm never going to remember them all.

"Spencer, come with me I want to introduce to your future sister wives." The same woman states. She knows my name and I'm not sure of hers.

"Yes ma'am"

We walk further into the backyard into the mob of people. "I'll introduce you to our newest sister wife first."

We walk up behind a brunette with curly hair even though it is tied up. I can tell. "Spencer, I would like for you to meet Ashley."

She turns around and I'm met with the most gorgeous brown eyes I have ever seen. I've never felt this way from just looking at someone before. This is totally new to me. I'm not sure of what to do. I'm lost.

"Hi. I'm Ashley." She extends her hand to greet to me. I take her hand in mind. We can both feel the sparks. I see it in her eyes too.

"Spencer."