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Chapter Four – Rachel
This guy is legally retarded. I don't even know why I keep coming back! First, he hits me, calling me a wench, and saying I will burn in Hell. Next he's apologizing and asking what he can do to make up for it! My only question is, why aren't you at Chapel? That's the time I'm supposed to come in and clean up your bloody mess, literally. I don't know what this guy is doing to himself, but it causes a lot of bloodstains that others, like us women, have to clean up. As if this isn't bad enough, he grabs me, tells me not to scream, (as if I have any voice left in my body. Head cold!) and smells random, non-sexual, spots on my body. Well, every spot on your body I sexual, everyone has their own kinks, but he just didn't smell mine. It's a damn good thing he didn't either! I was ready to have is white ass arrested. Oh, and it gets better! After I break away from his surprisingly strong grip (or he let me go, one or the other) he gets a hard! I cannot believe this! He has so much goddamn nerve! And leaves me there on the floor of his room, potentially traumatized. I forget his name, I think I saw him talking with Bishop Aringarosa. But what ever it is, it begins with a 's'. Ssss...ssss...Stupid? Strange? Sicko? Senile? Special? Whatever it is, I don't really care. Guess what! I ran into him as I took the back way from the Opus Dei building and he tries to chase me! So I gave him a little taste of what it is he wants, and left him for the crows. Why am I even here? Oh yeah, now I remember...
"You can't make me do anything!" I remember screaming to my father. Why was he bitching all the time?
"Yes I can! As long as you are my daughter, and living in my household, you will do as I say!" He screamed at me from the bottom of the stairs. I had just gotten out of prison for prostitution, and had to live with my father again. All during this fight, I was waiting for him to blow something. He was fifty-five, and I was thirty-two. I was beginning to get sick of everyone mistaking me for a twenty-something year old girl. I'm a grown woman, for Christ's sake. So now I have to "turn my life around," and get on the good ship, Lollypop! Sorry, couldn't resist myself. My father was even more pissed that I had always been Atheist. Since I was four baby, since I was four.
I had been praying my little heart out that my parents would get back together, and that I would get a puppy or a kitten. Also that my sister would comeback to live with us! I prayed every night, everyday, and always preached His miracles to my friends. I did exactly what I was supposed to do, and what do I get? My parents fought even more than when they were together, which I thought was impossible, a truck hit my sister, and my best friend's dog died. Ever since then, I doubted "His" miracles, and took up a religion that more fitted me – Atheism. With no one to pray and be committed to, I can do whatever I want without the fear of punishment in an "eternal Hell." Yet, here I am, in the "house of the Lord." I have half a nerve to burn it down. That's exactly what happened to my life. It burned down.