Rosa Sanchez. The first word that comes to mind is always 'power'. Known as Thorn by many, she seems to be the most dangerous woman in the world. But, she wasn't always like this. That leads many people to wonder how she came to be. What made an inn...
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Trigger Warning - Abuse, Sexual Assault. ...
I walked through the pews in the church. She'd been gone for hours and I was bored out of my mind.
Val walked up to me as I rounded the end of the aisle. "What's going through your head?"
"Why do bounty hunters have such a big church?" I smiled slightly.
He smirked. "I don't know if I've used this joke with you already, but we're catholic, and all of our sins go away with a simple confession."
"Still doesn't answer why it's so big."
He shrugged. "Big family I guess. I've been in much larger ones so it never really occurred to me."
"This is the first church I've been in since I came to Spain."
"Where are you from?" Val leaned against a support beam.
"Kansas." I pressed my lips into a tight line.
"I'm guessing you don't miss it?" He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Not at all." I shook my head. "My parents were part of a hate group, my mom probably still is."
He nodded. Some sort of understanding was behind his eyes. I didn't press him on it.
"We're you raised in it, or did they join later?" He pulled a small flask from the pocket of his jacket.
I leaned against the pew. "Raised."
"Do you have any siblings?" He offered me a drink. I denied it.
"Three brothers." I smiled. "They're all older."
Val laughed lightly. "You couldn't have gotten a boyfriend even if you wanted one."
"I wouldn't want it any other way." I sighed. "My parents were hell to be around. I didn't like them before they discovered I was gay. My brothers made it better somehow."
He studied my face. "I'm sorry, this can't be easy to talk about."
I shook my head. "I'm glad I can talk to you, I haven't told Rosa and it's good to figure out what I need to say."
His eyes widened. "You haven't told her?"
I looked down. "I'm afraid she'd leave me, and before you say anything I know how much she loves me and how crazy I sound."
"Mariana or Sofia might call you stupid, but if you don't mind, may I ask why?"
I bit the inside of my cheek. "Have you ever heard of the Westboro Baptist Church?"
I didn't dare lookup. His voice shook slightly as he spoke. "Yes."
I slowly lifted my head. "That's where I was raised."
