Belle is sat on the hard wooden bench in her best dress. The itchy collar scratching her thin tanned skin turning it a bright red shade. She started squirming in uncomfort before she felt a sharp elbow dig into her thin stomach. A sharp spark of pain appears. She looks at the inflictor. Her mother. As per usual. She started paying attention to the pastor in front of her, he was going on another homosexual rant. "Homosexals are evil! Sinners who cannot be redeemed! Homosexuals burn in hell!" She took a sharp intake of breath. She held back the tears that sprung in her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat.
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Behind Closed Doors
HorrorBelle has a secret no one can know. She holds it until she... Snaps
