I dont own anything no matter how much i wish i did.
Warning this chapter may contain triggers for some. Includs mentions to Rape , Rape , Pedafiliia , Abuse and neglect
I had always been a weird child even from a young age I have been slightly odd from the rest of the children in the orphanage but that's ok I have never understood the need to belong with the rest of the children, they mostly fear me, and this too is ok it means that they leave me alone for the most part.
The Nuns on the other hand hate me and have done since I have arrived at the orphanage three years ago to them I was another face to feed plus; one-time whist I was on the hip of one of the nuns I heard them talk about me, I was only four months old at the time, but I have been able to remember everything from the start of my life. The said that there was something wrong with me that I have a weird look in my eyes that makes them feel as though I have the devil in me. They always talk about things whist I am there thinking that because I am only three that I cannot understand them, but I can understand everything that they say and what I don't I look up in the dictionary, in the library across the street and if that fails I would ask Abbie. One thing that the nuns always talk about is the priest.
The priest is an odd man in his late forties early fifty's and he is worse then all the nuns put together as punishes the girls in a different manor to the nuns. The nuns use canes made from either bamboo or leather and when one of the girls in the orphanage misbehaves they would either lash their hands, backs, or legs depending on the crime and if they were bad they would put them in the coffin. A dark room no larger then 6m in width and Hight the door and walls are covered in sharp rusted nails forcing the person getting punished curl up in a ball in the centre to avoid getting stabbed, whist in the room you would get no food, water, light and no sleep-in fear of the nails on the wall. The only thing that you got to take in there was a bible that could only been seen through the thin cracks of the metal door
The priest was the worse of all the nuns I have heard the girls talking about him late at night when they think that all the younger children are asleep but I always here. They talk about the priest and his wondering hand and his twinkling blue eyes. They talk about the things that they are forced to do by the priest and if they did not comply they would be thrown in the whole. I hear about the things that he had done to children in the orphanage form the age of four making them use their mouths and their bodies to satisfy his carnal desires. I know that he has done it to Abby at just the though of that man touching her makes me furious, she has always been there for me Abbie from the very start.
What is worse about the priest is that the nuns know about his illicit activities with the young girls from the orphanage and they do nothing to stop it, they believe that the older man is helping the young girls making them believe in god more firmly.
And if it makes it worse is that he has had children with some of the older girls in the orphanage Jess age 15 has a three-year-old little girl names Libby when Jess was pregnant she was pushed down the stairs by the priest and she nearly lost the baby, but she was merely born premature and luckily grew stronger. When the two came home to the orphanage they were imminently separated from one another Jess going in the hole for becoming pregnant with the basterd spawn of one of the town boys, thought they all knew that it was the priests, and the child was taken to the nursery and if the nuns were not so extreme about there religion they may have drowned the babe just to get rid of it.
I could never understand why the nuns ran an orphanage they all despised children and by the looks of it they always had and as for the priest he loved children too much. It was only one day at church did I realise what the orphaned girls were for. They made them look good. They made the nuns and the priest look like the modern-day mother Terisa in public they were all smiles and high praise of their magnificent girls that despite their hard lives were becoming beautiful and productive young women. But when the last camera had flashed, and the door had closed they would become cold and uncaring beating the children that step even a toe out of line and they sentenced all the girls to bed without any food or water.
It was due to this that I found myself in a procerus situation Abbie had snuck next door after the matron had gone to bed to steal some food for herself, me, Libby and Jess. She was a mother hen and the closest thing I had to a mother.
She was the one that had found me when the strange man with the covered face dropped me in the door step of this horrid place. I had been there all night non-of the nuns or even the creepy reverend could be assed getting out of bed to see who was at the door, so I was left until morning when Abbie found me, she was on her way to get the milk and found me wrapped up in the same pink cloth me mither had wrapped me in. She had shown me to the nuns, but they did not care because to me I was just another mouth to feed. And so, when Abbie saw that the nursery was full, mostly with the reverends own children, she took me back to her room cleaned out one of the draws in her nightstand and filled it with blankets and pillows and laid me in it. She used the milk she got each day to feed me until I was able to eat food at which point she mashed some fruit she stole for the breakfast table. She did not go to school instead she and the rest of the girls were educated by the nuns and so she was able to look after me at night and day as long I was quite and did not disturb the nuns teaching they did not care if Abbie brought me with her. As I grew older she started to see my powers and told me stories of her early childhood about the life that she had to leave behind.
Abbie smith was originally Abigale Cassie Nott and so she was accustomed to bouts of accidental magic, with her younger brother so when she saw me levitating something at the age of two and half months she did not freak out as most people would have or reacted with violence like one of the nuns would have. No Abbie took me in to her arms and told me that I was special, that one day I would become a powerful witch and then no one would be able to hurt me, and no one would be able to hurt her because I would be there to protect her. She told me that I must never show these powers to any of the nuns or the reverend that they would hurt me because of them thinking that I was posset by the devil or a demon and try to beat the magic out of me. But she told me that I must practice them in secret when it was only the two of them so that I grow stronger and I could protect myself If I needed to.
And that was when I heard it the first scream coming from the next room and I would know that voice anywhere as it begged for the pain to stop. I ran down corridor not heading the shouts coming from Jess and Libby as they called after me. But I ran as fast as my little legs would carry me nearly tripping in my floral nightgown. The sight that met my eyes made me pale and feel anger course through me. Abbie was pushed against the wall, her nightgown was ripped and discarded on the floor leaving her naked. Her dainty hands were pinned against wall above her head by one large masculine hand. Her feet where pined to the wall by two of the elderly nuns forcing her thighs to part to accommodate the large man standing in-between them. Abbie's long blond hair was covering her face hiding her crystal blue eyes that were filled with tears as she begged the man to stop what he was doing to her. The man, the reverend, was thrusting in to her again I saw that as each time he did so his cock was covered with blood as he unabashedly thrust in to her despite Abbie's pained pleas for him to stop. One of his hands was covering Abbie's wrists pining them the other was on her slim waist keeping her pined to the wall as he fucked her mercilessly in to the wall.
I felt rage flood through me because I knew what he was doing to her, the closest thing that I had to a mother. I've red books that no three-year-old should read but intellect had always been more advanced then my body, So I knew what sex was. I had read about it in an odd book called Karma sutra in the local liberty, and I knew what rape was from crime books and I knew it was something that the girls at the orphanage had come to except in their daily lives at St, Ann's orphanage but this was Abbie my person the one that I care about the most.
The rage I felt seem to manifest on its own as it swept to the other occupants of the room making them stop what they were going. The reverend pulled out of Abbie and froze as he gazed upon me. Abbie without her weight could not hold herself up and slid to the floor, blood flowed from between her thighs and her head lolled to the side tears streaming down her face.
The range I felt increased tenfold I saw the nuns look down at the broken teen with there lips curled in disgust and suddenly they felt themselves unable to breath as the air was stolen from their lungs, they clutched their throats to give themselves air, but all were useless, the reverend froze unable to do anything but watch in horror of what became of his two most faithful followers suffered. The nuns were unable to scream as their eyes boiled in their sockets and their skin burnt where they had touched Abbie. I would pay for watching this piece of shit raped girl after girl as he impregnated one girl after the other and did nothing. And so, I will take away their sight. They felt to the floor breathing great lung full of air as their throats opened allowing them to breath. They would have to spend every day of there life's knowing what they did.
I turned to the reverend set on punishing him were he stood. His cock still dripping with Abbie's blood, his eyes were alight with fear and anger and there was a suspicious wet patch on the front of his robes as he stared at me in horror. I look down at my small palms to see that they were on fire. As I was about to use fire on him, to see if I could purify his soul as he told the nuns he was doing to the girls. Abbie's voice pulled me out of my rage induced frenzied
"Don't Hermione" I look at her like she had lost her mind, had she forgotten what he was doing to her what he had done to countless other girls.
"If you do that you are no better then him, do you want that to become him"
"I would N-never hurt you" I tell her, but she just smiles at me and beckons me forward until she had me cradled in her lap. I bury my face in her blond hair as my whole body shook with sobs. I did not notice the small pool of blood at Abbie's thighs disappear as her body healed but the reverend did.
"It's time to go Hermione, go tell Jess that its time" I nod my eyes still blurry from my tears but see the reverend looking at me with a hungry expression on his face, one I had only seen once before and that was a memory I would rather no relive. Using some of the left other anger I direct my anger towards the man, the small tornado hits him in the chest and sent him in to the wall leaving a small dent where his head hit. He slumped down unconscious.
I looked back to see that Abbie was covering herself with the tattered remains of her nightie and I focus my magic, Abbie had once told me that if I believe in anything enough it would happen and so I focus on the gown fixing itself so that she could cover herself, satisfied that gown was going to cover her, I run to the bedroom I share with Jess, Abbie and Libby.
Jess was pacing back and forth as Libby watched her eyes filled with love and admiration as she stared at her mother, when I entered Jess looked at me questioningly.
"Abbie says its time" Jess nods and goes over to the closest after a minute or two she comes out with two large rucksacks and two small backpacks. She starts stuffing clothing, hers and Abbie's in to one of the large rucksacks as me and Libby do the same without two smaller backpacks after we had all changed in to more appropriate clothing. One that is done Jess went to her bed and pushed it aside making Libby who was putting a cuddly toy in her purple bag squeal. Jess removed one of the floor boards and inside was money, there was around 500 pounds it was all the girls were able to save up since coming up with the escape plan. It was not a lot, but it was all they had. She took it out followed by a small bag of gold coins that Abbie had taken from her home before she was blasted off the tapestry for being a squib. She put all money in to a small purse and put that down her top before grabbing the first rucksack putting two blankets in to it and putting it on to her shoulders, she then put two blankets in to the empty rucksack before grabbing Libby placing her on her hip and going down stairs a change of clothing in hand for Abbie.
When they got down stairs the two nuns and priest were still unconscious, and Abbie had Laid out all the canned food on to the table along with some fresh bread and bottles of water. Whist Abbie changes in to the clothing, Jess began to put the canned food and can opener in to the second rucksack along with the water. She then gave me and Libby some of the bread saving some for her and Abbie.
When we were all ready we left stealing some of the coats from the entry way and some thick boots that magically altered themselves to fit when I willed it so. And they were off. It was better to live on the streets then to be trapped in a house where we would all be violated.
The priest will be comming back in a few chapters and he will get his punishment