Don't Runaway [Book 2]

Chapter 4

Who ever said the girls bathroom was cleaner than the boys. The women in the church, the nuns, are terrible. I have seen and cleaned up blood, urine, and crap for the last twelve years. The funny thing is, when its another nuns turn to clean the bathroom there is none of this. These nuns should be great full that I don't take control of their bodies and make them do something sinful.

Scrubbing the bloody floor I heard soft giggles behind. "Well is it not our little Cinderella?" Rolling my eyes I continued to scrub instead look at her like I wanted to. "Are you ignoring me?" Sister Rebecca said in a threatening tone.

Taking a deep breath, I dropped the brush and turned my body towards her. "No, Sister Rebecca. I just thought that I would save myself from looking at your ugly mug." Like I thought, Sister Rebecca raised her hand and slapped me in the face.

"How dare you talk to me that way. After all we did for you. A place to sleep, food to eat, and showed you mercy to our Lord and savor."

"Yea, you should be great full." Sister Catherin said from behind Sister Rebecca. Sister Ashely stood quite on the other side behind Sister Rebecca.

Sister Rebecca smiled at her follower words. "Right Sister Catherin, she should be." She then slammed her foot on top of my right hand. Pressing down, they started to giggle softly. Sister Rebecca's heel started to dig deeper into my hand as I hiss in pain. "Let this be a warning for next time you backtalk to me." She pushed deeper to the point the end of her heel was rubbing on the bone and cutting open the skin. "Til next time, my Cinderella." She press deeper if not possible before she lifted her foot up of my right hand.

Oh if I could I would so get her. How dare she? I thought she was a nun. Once her and her gang members left. I lifted my hand to my chest and hugged it close. It really hurt. Looking at the cut I hoped it would not get infected. Getting up to my feet I walked over to the sink to clean the open cut. Who ever said that here were no bad nuns in the world?

Once I finished cleaning the bathroom and the rest of my chores I headed to Father Able's office. Opening the heavy door I looked behind me to make sure I was not followed. Slipping through the door. I headed to the wall in the back where Father Able had his fireplace. As I stood in front of it I took my foot and stepped on the hidden button on the far right. Slowly I watched the floor of the fireplace cave in and then move towards the wall. Walking into the fireplace I took a step into the hole, letting my foot touch the first step.

Walking down the dark staircase I reached to my room. Home sweet home, I thought. Stripping out of my nun uniform I walked over to my bed and grabbed my pj bottoms. Slipping into them I looked up at one of the TV screens that showed Sister Rebecca and her goons outside in the back of the church smoking. Titling my head I made my way to the keyboard and pressed the number six. The sound of the camera was turned on.

"You think we were to harsh on her?" Sister Catherin said.

"Please, a whore like her needs punishing. I heard that her sister ran away from home and became a prostitute. Just like her mother. Such shameful people. Its people like us, that have to show them the right way. Don't you agree?" Sister Rebecca smiled before bring her cigarette to her lips.

"Your right." Sister Catherin smiled. But it wasn't a smile that meant it. She was scared of Sister Rebecca. She only agreed because she didn't know what to say.

"Coward." I whispered under my breath.

"And what about you Sister Ashly?" Sister Rebecca smiled turn her head towards Sister Ashly.

Sister Ashly dropped her cigarette and stepped on it. "What ever I think wont change your mind about what you think about it."

"And what does that mean?"

"Your to force on her problems and not your own."

"It's not my fault she comes from a family of whores and sluts."

Sister Ashly rolled her eyes. "Whatever I'm going inside." She said walking over to the back door of the church. " Oh, and Sister Rebecca." She said stopping midway through the door. "Be careful what you say. You never know when someone's listening." Sister Ashly said as she left.

"Yea, I'm going inside too. You never know when Mary's listening. She's so creepy. I heard from one of the nuns that she choked a person without even touching them. Or the time she control Sister Marie to strip out of her clothes during morning mass." Sister Catherin said dropping cigarette.

"Oh please. That person had a heartache and Sister Marie was ill."

"No." Sister Catherin shook she head. "Mary is a witch... or a demon. What if she is really is a devil in disguise."

"Really. If she was would she have done something by now?"

Sister Catherin shook her head and started to think for once. "Yea, your right." She said with smile before running back inside.

"Always am." Sister Rebecca whispered putting her cigarette close to her lips once more.

"Always right, huh?" I said taking a seat in front of my desk. Letting my body relax I lay my head back and consecrated on Sister Rebecca. Slowly I could feel my body slip away to the point that I felt like I was floating in air. Slipping out of my body was no problem for me as I flied through the wall to outside.

Watching Sister Rebecca almost finish cigarette I quickly dived into her body. Taking control of her I started to cough. I could taste the cigarette in my mouth and a hint on wine. Now I know who's been stealing wine from the basement.

I lifting Sister Rebecca's hand with the cigarette. I put the cigarette right onto her other hand on the same spot were her heel had cut my hand. The burn hurt so bad that I had to bite on my lower lip from screaming. I pressed deeper to the point that I collapsed on the ground. Rubbing it in the hand, I gasped for air not releasing that I stopped breathing.

Slowly ripping the cigarette off. I took deep breaths. Looking at the burn mark I slipped out of her disgusting body and back into own.

Once in my body I took a long breath of air before coughing. The moment I was able to control my rapped breathing I could hear Sister Rebecca screaming. Quickly, I hit the number six on the keyboard blocking the sound out.

"Payback is a bitch." I whispered as I slowly wobbled over to my bed.