She had fallen for it, all of it! He’d convinced her, he’d convinced all of them he was the Messiah, but he’d used his power to rape, mutilate and murder.

At sixteen, she’d ran away from home to join them, for this perceived fantasy, fake salvation. But only Jesus had the power to save, and he didn’t do it, by hurting girls, by bringing children in to be hurt.

“There was never a prophecy, it was all a lie.!” She shouted, ten years stuck in this prison with him, ten years of watching him torture little girls, for what.

She was sixteen, when she ran away, but most of these children were much younger, little girls as young as nine and ten.

She couldn’t pretend it was safe any longer, not with the baby growing inside her belly.

What if it was a girls, what if the same thing that happened to her, happened to the baby growing inside her?

She wrapped her arms, around her rounding belly.

He stared at her “How dare you defy me, I’m the Messiah.”

She glared back, a strength she did not know she had.

“I’ll kill you, before I let you go, kill you, and send you straight to hell.”

She reached in her pocket, and pulled out, the small pistol, that had been leaving a bulge in her pocket.

“It was never a prophecy, it was all a lie.” She said, as she pulled the trigger.

She would be free from him one way or another, and she’d make sure he never hurt another child, especially not the little one growing inside of her.

© Michelle R Kidwell

May.14.2022