Lucifer

Try again

Renesmé
       "I'm doing this because God is telling me to." I winced as my step father hit my cheek. I deserve this, I was the one who dropped a piece of China. I'll have to pray hard when I go to my room.
     "Go get the bleach." I nodded and scurried up the stairs. I brought the bleach to him and he motioned for me to follow him into the restroom. He filled the tub with the bleach.
     "Take off your clothes and get in." A blush spread across my cheeks.
     "Can yo...you leave? Please?" My step father kicked me in the stomach.
     "Do as I say!" I hurriedly took my clothes off then got into the tub.
     "You sure have developed." He touched my collar bone and my flesh crawled.

     I closer my eyes tightly, and he slapped me.
     "Look at me you whore." I hate that word with every bit of my being. He touched my left breast and I forced myself to look at him. I despise him, but he's the pastor of our church meaning he owns everything in the church. The door closed and he jumped away from me.
     "You better pray," he sneered before leaving the bathroom. My step father has been touching me since he married my mom two years ago. He's never actually touched me down there or anything, but him touching me anywhere is bad enough.

      I've told my mother, but she didn't do anything. When he found out, he beat me until I was blue. I got out of the tub and looked at my face. It's most definitely going to be bruised tomorrow. I put my clothes back on then went up the stairs. I opened my room door and looked at the empty stark white walls. We're not allowed any decorations because my step father says that that's giving in to temptation of a sinners world. I put on my silk pajamas and took my hair out of it's bun.

     I got on my knees and began to pray. Dear lord, why are you being so cruel to me? I really need a better life please. I've been trying so hard, but if this continues, I believe I may be seeing you soon. I pray for my step father and his unholiness. I pray for Lucifer and his rudeness. I pray for my mother and you not making her blind, and most of all, I pray for me and the life I've been given. I pray it gets better and I pray I get an escape. Thank you Jesus for today and all my food. Thank you for Anna and the Mrs. Banes and Mrs. Kigler. Amen.

        I got off the ground and went into my bed. I dozed off with tears on my face.

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     I woke up and went down the stairs after putting on sweat pants and a loose green shirt. I tied my shoes at the breakfast table. A black haired woman with a short white robe walked out of my step father's bedroom. My mom continued to cook breakfast like nothing was wrong. It's not my business. I'm just going to pray for their relationship. I've tried to intervene, but my step father beat me then said it was God's will.

      I bit my finger and held my cross as I said a quick prayer. I grabbed a banana then left the house. I began driving to school. I listened to Mali music. I'm only allowed to listen to Christian music, but not black Christians. I only listen to it when I'm by myself. I drove through the dense forest until I reached school. I saw Lucifer on the side of the building kissing a blue haired lady. I blushed just at the sight. I've never ever kissed anyone.

     I got out and walked towards the big building.
     "Hey there puppy." I looked at the ground.
     "I have a name," I muttered. Lucifer laughed. It was deep and hearty.
     "I'm sure you do. Stop walking so fast." He grabbed my arm and I flinched away. I had a bruise from my step father there. A few tears fell from my eyes and I wiped them away. I'm not supposes to cry because Jesus doesn't like tears.

    "Woah, what's the matter puppy?" I shook my head and walked quicker. I was suddenly pushed against something.
     "Let's start over shall we?" I looked at his shoulder length black hair, olive skin, dark eyebrows, hazel eyes, and full lips with a silver mini hoop. They always say the devil is handsome.
     "Okay," I whispered. He stuck out his hand.
     "I'm Lucifer."
     "Renesmé." We shook hands. His was so big compared to mine.
     "You're short. How tall are you?"
     "5'2"." He laughed at me.
     "You're a small little puppy. I'm sorry for being a huge dick earlier this week. I'm always an ass." He pulled a cigarette out.
      "Hey, smoking is bad." I took it out of his hand and he glared at me.
     "Give me my shit back," he said evenly. I shuddered before giving it to him.
    "You're a brave little thing. No one's ever done that." 
     "I'm sorry.....I'll... I'll go...go pray." I touched my cross and closed my eyes.
    

    I reopened them to see Lucifer looking at me.
     "You believe in that shit?" I nodded then put my necklace in my shirt. I think I might've lied. I haven't exactly been believing in everything.
     "Hey babe." The blued haired miss from earlier kissed him while wrapping her body around his. I looked at the ground as I heard the sounds of them kissing. She walked away and glared at me.
      "What's your next class?" I looked at my schedule.
      "Band....do you...do you think you could, you know....help me?" I looked at him and he nodded before lighting the cigarette he had.

     "This way." I followed behind him and saw the cheerleaders. I braces myself for them to push me down like usual, but instead they just flipped their hair.
      "Why are you behind me puppy?" He put his hand on my lower back and pushed me forward. I know he felt the curves from getting whipped by my step father.
    "I do believe I can find the class. I also must use the restroom. Thank you Lucifer." I waved before quickly walking away. Lord known my step father will kill me if anyone outside of our family knew about him hurting us. We're the picture perfect family to our church meaning no one can know about the cheating, beating, and neglectance.

    I must pray for thinking such horrid things.