He was Jerusalem. (King Baldwin x OC fanfic)

Part 2-

It was at age thirteen the girl soon began to lose strength in her faith. It was the example of her foster parents that caused her faith to wither with time.
They were hypocrites. 

'You shall make no idols.'
Instead of listening, they praised their materialistic belongings over their Bibles and the words written in them. They valued their personal possessions over their personal prayers. 

'You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain.'
They used crude language on the phone and around their peers in every conversation. They laughed about it amongst themselves and used hushed voices when Aetri was near. 

'Keep the sabbath day holy.'
When they thought the girl was occupied in her room they would find themselves tangled in their sheets. It was then when they heard her bedroom door open would they finally close theirs. 

'Honour your father and your mother.'
Aetri could never bring herself to refer to them as that. Perhaps in the eye of the public but never behind closed doors. 
But could she honour them? 
That was something she would have to think about. They often honoured themselves. 

'You shall not murder.'
This was something a thirteen-year-old should never have to consider. But after the number of arguments and the number of abusive threats thrown at her- about her. It has entered her mind at least once. 

'You shall not commit adultery'
Aetri was taught that sex was something only shared between married couples. That sex was to be shared between husband and wife when creating a baby. 
If that were true, why were the bins changed so regularly? Why was the water always cold? 
When she would arrive home from school, why were the curtains always drawn and the doors locked?
When she would touch certain things or open certain draws, both her foster parents would flinch.

'You shall not steal'
By the time Aetri turns eighteen, she will take all of her money back. By then she was sure they wouldn't need her for child funds anymore. 
They stole from each other. 

'You shall not bear false witness against your neighbour'
The number of lies that leave their lips could power a toaster. If it meant saving their skin they would do it. 
Aetri isn't their only victim. 

'You shall not covet'
If it is one thing Aetri wants. It is a home. A proper family. Someone to love her and someone for her to love. A person that is kind and honest. Someone that will make her feel safe. Someone who understood that she wasn't perfect and still finding answers to life. Someone who would help her see the good in God and strengthen her testimony of faith. Not confuse her even more. 
So if it is one thing Aetri's hypocritical foster parents have taught her, it was this: She never wants to be like them. 
So desiring for that to happen, to have what everyone else seemed to have- she is left committing a grave sin- that she wants what she can't have. 

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So when she lay crushed under the car that one fateful Sunday morning- as her vision began to blur and her breathing grew shallow, all Aetri could think of was this as the sounds of sirens faded out to nothing:

Where is God?
Has he finally given up on me?

Or have I finally given up on Him?