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It’s not that easy. It will never be that easy.
Yes, they’re going to be behind bars for years, but the fact that the church is fighting for them, challenging the system, and demanding another trial and promising not to give up until they get my parents free, makes me sick to my stomach.
I know I shouldn’t, I know who it is, but hushed arguing has me looking over my shoulder.
My stomach sinks when I see the wife of the pastor who helped my parents ruin my life.
She glares at me like I’m the devil himself, her lips peeled back into a snarl.
Because not only did I get my parents behind bars, but the investigation opened a whole other box of the church’s deep, dark, and depraved secrets.
The pastor, who has people following him so devotedly, is facing a possible sentence of a lifetime in prison.
And I’m the reason for it. I was the opening that the police have been looking for for years. After diving deep, they were able to charge him for a lot of fucked up things. So many things that I didn’t even know were going on behind the closed doors of that church. It makes me want to puke just thinking about all of what was revealed in court.
This case has been reported nationwide at this point. Every news outlet is covering the story, demanding answers to questions that everyone has.
Answers I refuse to give them.
I don’t want to talk about it anymore; I don’t want to think about my past.
I just want to move on with my life, to feel safe for once, without having to look over my shoulder and wonder if someone’s going to snatch me off the side of the road and drag me back to that hell.
My parents may have a chance at getting out someday, but her husband doesn’t.
She looks at me like I’m the evil one.Did she not hear the sick fucked up things her husband did?
Maybe she was in on it. I’m almost positive she was.
Shouldn’t she be charged too? She’s just as bad, sitting by and letting it happen.
Lisa says I’m free, that I’m safe. But I’m not.
That look in this woman's eyes promises that she isn’t going to let this go.
The church will go on. She and other members will make sure of it. They’re just going to have to be more careful now that they have eyes on them.
I’m not sorry. Not a single bit. The whole place should be burnt down, and anyone involved should be locked up for the fucked up part they played.
Some were brainwashed, not knowing any better. Hopefully, this has brought everything to light for them.
“God will smite you,” Mrs. Welsh hisses. “God sees you for what you are, Lucinda. And he will make you pay. The devil may have won this battle, but he will not win the war.”
I’ve spent my whole life biting my tongue, watching my words, and being the good girl my parents demanded me to be.
That day, after I was brought to the Omega center, everything inside me shifted. I changed. I’m no longer that quiet, docile girl.
I might not know exactly who I am yet, still needing some time to find myself, but I’m starting to.
A scowl of disgust curls my lips. “Really, Karen? You wanna go there? You want to stand here and make me the bad guy when your husband has been raping young girls with some sick fucked up belief that he can help breed more Betas? Some of those women were children, not only children but his own daughters!” I spit, so fucking over this crazy bitch.
It took everything inside me not to crawl over the benches and claw her eyes out while she was up on the stand, sobbing her eyes out while trying to defend her husband's actions.
She’s sick. She’s just as fucked up as he is.
She goes to open her mouth, but police officers grip her by the arms and escort her and some of the other women of the church outside.
“Hey,” Lisa’s soft voice penetrates the ringing in my ears.
