9. Chloe
Chloe
FOUR HOURS AGO
“ S ister Rivera. You skipped evening prayers.”
I startle and drop my cigarette as Father Daniels approaches me from behind. Hoping he didn’t notice, I quickly stamp it out under my shoe, and blow the smoke away.
Like the snake I know he is, he moves in close, not giving me time to react.
“And you’re smoking again. Who gave you them this time?
” Pinching my chin, he roughly moves my lips around with his thumb.
My skin crawls with disgust. “I’ve told the others to stop handing them out. I hate the taste of them.”
The others he’s talking about are the other priests here at the convent.
They all like to be addressed as Father.
Most of them take what they want and leave.
But a few reward us afterward with treats that we’d never get otherwise like chocolate or cigarettes.
Giving us new vices in hopes we’ll come crawling to them willingly, begging for more.
Batting his hand away, I put some space between us until the rough bark of a tree brushes my fingertips .
Father Daniels is one of the younger Fathers here, cocky and full of himself thanks to his good looks. He’s tall with wavy blond hair, and a defined jawline that has the more brainwashed girls swooning behind closed doors. They’d never dare do something so shameful in front of the Fathers.
“I don’t know why they made you a sister so soon. My vote was to train you for far longer. Really beat the disobedience out of you. Seems you’ve got the rest of the clergy wrapped around your little finger. Or should I say your little cunt?”
“Shouldn’t you be inside with the rest of them?” Ignoring his disgusting insinuations, I nod in the direction of the chapel where some poor girl will be receiving her training right now.
“I wasn’t in the mood for sharing.”
Nausea swirls in my stomach. I came out here to the edge of the woods in hopes of avoiding ending up in the chapel and having to be pushed and pulled between the men that reside here.
But, of course, Father Daniels followed me.
Ever since my mom abandoned me to this place, he’s kept a close watch over me.
“I should get back to my room.” Keeping my eyes cast downward, I step around him, but he grabs my arm and holds me in place.
“Did I say you could leave?” His tone is uncomfortably soft. “I’m very disappointed in you, Chloe. I thought we were making such good progress in your submission to God.”
“You mean my submission to you!” I snarl, and he slaps me so hard I fall to the ground.
“I don’t like having to do this,” he sighs as he starts unzipping his pants.
“But it’s the only way for you to understand how important it is to show the Lord some respect.
That starts with showing me the respect I deserve.
I’d hoped our usual methods would set you straight, but this rebellious nature of yours must be broken.
After this, I’ll see to it that you’re admitted to my chambers for the foreseeable.
I’ll break you in myself, no matter how long it takes.
You won’t be allowed back in the dorms until I see your faith restored. ”
He drops to his knees and climbs over me as he starts pulling the skirt of my habit up. Phantom flashes of pain ignite all over my body as I remember what happened the last time I was subjected to a stint in his chambers.
“No! You don’t have to do that. I’ll submit to you. Let me show you what I’ve learned.” I reach for his cock, and he slaps me again.
“I’m not teaching you to be a whore! This disgusting part of you needs to be ripped out. Perhaps we should start by cutting it out from the root.” His hand slides beneath my underwear, and his fingers roughly pinch my clit, tugging it.
I shake my head. He’s never gone that far before. Surely the others wouldn’t let him permanently scar me?
“This little thing only makes you think you have any control. You girls are only here to submit to us. You’re empty vacuums for our pleasure, and nothing more. Without this, you’ll stop enjoying it and learn where your rightful place is. Beneath us. Beneath me.”
All he ever does is spew lies, trying to make me feel guilty for existing. For simply being human.
“I’ve never enjoyed it!”
He retaliates by twisting my clit, and I gasp out a moan that sounds like I want this. But it just hurts.
“Liar.” He smiles smugly at me.
“Get off! I’m not doing this anymore!”
I can’t.
I can’t do this.
I’d rather die than have to keep living like this .
Fighting as hard as I can, I hit and kick at him. He grunts in frustration, and releases my clit, only so he can hit me again.
I scream for help—not that it will come—and he slaps his palm over my mouth.
“Shut up.”
He’s between my legs now. His fist around his cock as he tries to push my panties to the side and breach my entrance.
No.
No.
No.
Not again.
Never again.
I reach around for anything to use to get him off me. Please, God, Mom, anyone who’s out there listening, please help me.
My pinky finger brushes against a rock.
Before he can rape me, I thank the universe and slam the rock into Father Daniels’ temple as hard as I can.
He falls off me, and I scramble away, my heart pounding, my breath coming out in short sharp gasps.
Getting to my feet, I stand over him with the rock glued to my palm. He’s clutching at the gash on his head, blood pouring through his fingers at an alarming rate.
What have I done? If someone saw…
The lights from the main windows are far enough away to leave us in shadow among the trees.
No one can see us. A rush of air leaves me along with one sharp burst of laughter. “No one can see us!”
Father Daniels reaches out to me for help.
After everything he’s put me and all the other girls through, he seriously thinks I’ll help him?
I start to laugh uncontrollably until my stomach hurts then quickly stop as I realize someone might hear. I can’t get too ahead of myself. I’ve not got away with it yet .
What would they do to me for hurting a Father?
It wouldn’t be a caning like I got for taking a second helping of pudding last week. That was worth it though. The banana pudding is one of the few good things here.
I can’t imagine what horrible punishment they’d carry out. And I refuse to find out.
It’s too risky to go back inside and collect the few things I own. I’ll have to leave right now.
I start walking away, but this place refuses to let me go. Father Daniels grabs my ankle and sneers up at me. “Walk away from me, and I’ll make sure you don’t go a single day without feeling pain!”
With a sharp kick of my heel, I manage to free myself and move away from his reach. My hands are shaking, and I look down at my white-knuckle grip on the rock.
“This is never going to stop,” I think out loud.
“Chloe Rivera, you will regret this if you do not help me up this second!”
I must have hit him harder than I realized as he’s shaking on his hands and knees, struggling to stand.
Everything becomes clear in my mind. The fearful veil I’ve lived under for years has finally lifted. I no longer need to spend my life locked up behind these walls. I can be free.
Stepping toward him, he spots my feet in front of his face, and says, “Good. You’re finally listening. Now take me to the infirmary. My head is spinning.”
With both hands, I raise the rock above my head, holding it there as I stare at one of the monsters who chose to make my world hell rather than help me find peace.
I bring the rock down on top of his head.
Once. Crack .
Twice. Crack .
Three times. Crack .
Four times. Crack.
Five! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
He stopped moving after the third or maybe fourth blow, but I had to make sure he’d never tell anyone he saw me here.
As I catch my breath, I watch him closely to make sure he truly is dead. His eyes are open, but they’re glazed over. The back of his head is caved in. He’s gone.
I did it.
I can finally leave.
With a smile on my face, I give the convent a last fleeting look before running off into the woods.
I’m leaving the other girls behind. But it’s not like they ever tried to help me.
No one ever said a word when it came to the selection.
We all knelt in silence and accepted our fates.
If they truly want to feel this freedom, they’ll have to fight for it themselves.
After what could be hours of running, and countless wrong turns, I finally find a road. I don’t stop until my feet hit the asphalt.
The night sky is clear here with nothing obstructing it, and I smile in relief as I bathe in the moonlight’s glow.
My body feels light, but my arm is heavy. Something’s weighing me down.
The rock is still in my hand. With one final fuck you to the Fathers, I toss it into the woods. A few smears of blood tarnish my fingertips, and I wipe them off onto the black fabric of my dress. I’ve got away with it.
A rumble of a car engine makes me turn around, and I see headlights in the distance as it comes my way.
This is the sign I needed. I have no clue where to go or what to do next. Whoever is behind that wheel is sure to help me though. After all, who’s going to ignore a nun in need ?
I look up and give a silent thanks to whoever’s watching out for me tonight.
With a final bid for freedom pounding in my heart, I run toward the car. They’ll either stop and lead me to my new life, or they’ll hit me and I’ll get to see my mom again.
Either way, I’ll be free from my prison.