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I truly do.

I kick, I hit, and I try to slam my head backwards into my abductor.Nothing works.I twist, trying to get to my side so I can aim my kicks better, but the man holding me—and I’m sure he’s a man; his grip is too solid and hard, and squeezes even tighter.I’m afraid he’s going to crush my bones.I reach behind me and my hand hits skin and I dig my nails into the meaty flesh.I hear the man scream and I know a moment of victory before blinding pain thrums through me as I’m hit hard on the side of my head.

Pain explodes, my vision goes white, gray and then bleeds into a dull blur before I sink to my knees and the world goes completely black.

Chapter12

Devil

“Can I help you?”

I look around the inside of the chapel and shift uneasily.It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve been inside any church—much less a convent.The walls are stark white, the floors wood that’s so old it’s almost black in color and the trim has been painted the same coal black.This room looks so barren, so devoid of anything warm and inviting that I don’t know how Torrent could survive here.I look up to the front of the chapel and it’s different from the rest of the room.There’s a statue of the Virgin Mary, rows of candles and a sacrament table.The bright reds used to add color shine vividly, drawing my attention.I force myself to look away.

“I’m looking for Torrent,” I answer her, clearing my voice and shifting back and forth on my feet.I feel way out of my depth here for sure.

“Torrent?”she parrots, studying me.“Are you her natural father?”

I blink.Fuck, I’m not that old.Torrent is younger than me, sure—but she’s not that damn young.

“Hell no,” I answer before I can stop myself and I instantly see the distaste on her face.“I’m… I’m a friend.”

“A friend?”she asks, her eyes narrowing.

“This is the guy that Sister Torrent was sneaking off to see, Mother Superior,” a girl answers from the corner of the room.

I look over at her and it doesn’t surprise me that it’s the chick that followed Torrent to the park three days ago.

Three days.

I haven’t seen Torrent in three days.I kept going to the park, hoping she’d change her mind or at least come back to scream at me—something.But she’s been silent.I haven’t so much as caught a glimpse of her and that’s bullshit.She owes me at least a little more of an explanation.

“I see,” the woman referred to as Mother Superior responds and I swear the temperature in the room drops another ten degrees.

“I want to see Torrent,” I state again, refusing to back down.If this gets her in hot water, then she has no one to blame but herself.

“I’m afraid that’s impossible,” she responds.

“I’m afraidthat’s not good enough.I came here to see Torrent and I’m not leaving until I do.So you need to get her…Now.” I counter.

“I can’t do that.”

“Yes, you can?—”

“She means she can’t because Torrent’s not here,” the other girl answers snidely.I don’t like the bitch.Sometimes you can look at someone and see the hate in them.This girl is chock full of hate.How they ever let her in this place I don’t have any idea.I thought nuns had to be loving and giving?The only thing this chick could give you would be a fucking headache.

“Where is she?”

“She left,” the girls answers, speaking over top of the other one.

“Where did she go?”

“I—”

“That’s enough.Go back to your room, Elise.This is not your concern.”

“But—”

“Now.”

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