The Evil Family

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I sat in the back of the car as the social worker drove me away from the school. All I was told is that I was no longer allowed to live with my parents. I was now in the custody of the state. I wanted to cry but I managed to hold back my tears. I did not want anyone to see how confused, angry and afraid I was. I would show everyone that my parents raised me to be a good, proud and brave girl. The whole idea that social services wanted to remove me from my parents was so daft. I doubt that there was any child in the country that was treated as well as I was. The social worker drove through the countryside. She did not look nice. She looked so stern and it was obvious that I was just another statistic for her of a child being removed from her family.

The child's home was a huge old building. It looked so old and cold. The social worker told me to follow her. I felt like running away, but where would I run to? We were in the middle of nowhere. The halls of the place had high ceilings and wooden floors and panels. You could hear echoes as we walked. I had an image in my head that I would be forced to polish the floors on my hands and knees. The Child's home was also Catholic and run by nuns. This seemed to be an insult. They knew that I wanted nothing to do with God and yet they wanted me to live in a Catholic institution!

The Social worker took me to the Abbeses office. She was an old woman that had a lot of wrinkles. I stood there as if I was invisible while they signed some papers. The Social worker finally left. I was now in the hands of some old nuns. The Abbess looked at me and said, "Welcome to Saint Catherine's. We hope that you will be happy here. I know that being removed from your family must give you conflicting emotions. It must be hard coming to a place where you do not know everyone. We will do our best to make you feel safe and happy here. You just have to follow the rules. This means attending mass every day, attending classes, doing your chores and being nice to others."
"When can I go home?"
"The courts will decide if you can go home. Social Services are afraid that your parents are doing bad things because of their religion. The courts will decide if it is safe enough for you to go home."
"My parents never did anything wrong!"
"The courts will decide. Now get settled in and remember the few rules that we have."
"I will not go to Mass!"
"When you are here at Saint Catherine's, you are not a Satanist! I do not want to see you talking or promoting him and his evil ways. I do not want to see you worshipping him or praying to him. Only God is allowed here!"

I left the abbess as a young nun showed me my bed. I do not know if they heard me saying "Ave Satanas" under my breath. The nun seemed nice. Her name was Sister Mary. She talked about all the things they did at the child's home. Some children here had very bad experiences, and some were orphans. She thought aloud by saying that she thought it was sad that some children did not have the love and comfort from loving parents. I wanted to shout that I did but decided to keep quiet. She showed me my room and told me that she would let me be alone to get settled in. She suggested that I try and mingle with the other children and make new friends. I was also welcome to speak with Sister Mary anytime I needed someone to speak with.

There were two beds in the bedroom. I hoped whoever I slept with did not snore. There was also a cross above our beds. Otherwise, the room looked very bare. I could see that there was a teddy bear on the other bed. On the wall, there was a picture of Jesus smiling as he was speaking with some children. Cute... but where was Jesus when the social worker forced me to come to a place like this where I should not be? I just sat on my bed. I did not want to mingle with the other children. It was obvious that no child wanted to be friends with me. They thought I was evil and even could be a demon. I remembered how happy I was when Ethan wanted to be my friend. Now he hated me. That hurt so much!

A girl my age finally came in the room She introduced herself and told me her name was Kate. She would be sharing a room with me. She wasted no time in telling me that she was excited about sharing a room with a Satanist. She asked me 50 questions at once. Did I have horns? Did I have fangs? Did I want to murder her? Was I hear because my parents abused me? Kate admitted that everyone at the home was talking about me. They knew that I was Satanist and they said I was here because my parents abused me and I was treated badly in sacrificial rituals. This upset me a bit. I told her that I was like any normal girl and had the best parents in the world. Kate smiled as she shrugged her shoulders. She asked me if I wanted to be her friend. I did not answer. There was no way that I would go through the same hurt that I felt when Ethan said we were no longer friends.