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We both know I’m lying. We both know I’d give anything to disappear from this life, from this family, from these clothes that itch and constrict. From these oppressive rules that don’t make sense. From the skin and voice and eyes and name that feel like they belong to everyone except me.
how could I ever call myself a child of the Almighty when I’m being raised by the devil himself?
A lecture, a beating, a night in the hell shed—the makeshift hades on earth my parents have set up over the years to keep Genevieve and me on the right path. Twenty-four hours in a hot, dark, dank, windowless four-by-six space with nothing but a single bottle of water and a five-gallon bucket should I need to relieve myself . . . though I try not to unless I can’t help it.
Damn! You never really know what’s going on in peoples lives. It’s sad people like this get blessed with kids just to abuse them.
My parents have always tried to make an example out of Celia so that Celeste and I don’t fall down the wrong path like she did. But they no longer have to worry because I don’t want to be anything like her anyway.
Well fuck you too then.
Celia lived in torture. But I lived in fear.
“And what do you propose I do about this?” He chuckles, like this is amusing to him. “That girl is dead to me, Genevieve. She’s been dead to me for twenty years.”
“I . . . I was . . . I am . . . I’m in love with your sister.”
Well well well the plot thickens.
The scariest thing on earth is a man who plays the very same God he claims to worship.
That the people who aren’t meant to stay in your life inevitably fade into the background sooner or later, and the ones who are meant to be there will find a way to you one way or another.
