A Lamb in Wolf’s Clothing (1 of 2)

Part One of a two part short horror story

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Kevin

I was nervous as shit when he first picked me up.  Earlier that summer, I had run away from the Sacred Heart Boarding School for Broken Girls.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  I was what the church liked to call a wayward girl on a crooked road. 

My mom just called me a little whore, but I know my mom’s past, and it isn’t all honey and butterflies.  Besides with my long brown hair, juicy red lips, and slender model build, I was born to be a whore. 

Can I help it that I was born with a strong metabolism and a rocking bod?  While other silly bitches gag themselves to look like me, I’m naturally beautiful.  You will not find me gagging myself.  I live off of Big Macs. 

I did until they placed me in the boarding school.  Big Macs is probably healthier than the trash they serve here and call it food.  I didn’t ask to grow up in a strict Christian home.  I was born into it.  Just like I was born to suck dick.  I have been interested in dick ever since I saw my dad’s dick when I was five years old.  It was an accident. 

He was in the bathroom, but I realized he had a different part than mine.  I would later see my uncle’s dick too.  That wasn’t an accident because he stuck it in my mouth.  And I knew from the expression on his face that I had a special gift.  It was a gift that I would use again and again to get drinks and cigarettes from truckers.  They called me their little lot lizard.  I later moved on from beer and cigarettes to cash.  I like cash better.  I never did any drugs.  I’m not that crazy.  I’ve seen what drugs do to people, and it isn’t pretty. 

My parents pulled me out of public school and threw me into the boarding school because they thought public school was a bad influence on me.  Boarding school has been hell.  I can’t imagine why any parent would place their child in a boarding school.  They either don’t know what goes on at boarding schools or don’t care.  I think my parents didn’t care.  I think they were glad to get rid of me so they wouldn’t have to deal with me anymore. 

They found me lying naked out in the woods.  It was winter and extremely cold that day, and they found me.  They gave me a blanket, some clothes, and some warm soup.  They tried to comfort me, but I knew it was just an act.  They didn’t care.  I’m not stupid.  I knew their Christian hospitality was all fake.  It would change the moment I got into the car, and it did.   

The Long Ride Back

I got into the long golden Plymouth.  I sat in the back seat of the car.  An old fat, balding pervert was sitting in the driver’s seat of the vehicle.  I know he was a pervert because he raped me when I first became a student at the boarding school, and he told me I deserved it because I was a Jezebel.  He told me that I better not tell anyone because God anointed him, and God was watching. 

That isn’t why I didn’t tell.  I didn’t tell because I knew what happened to the girls who told. 

I knew my parents didn’t care, and I knew that God wasn’t watching because if he were, he wouldn’t have let it happen.  I knew that God wasn’t real.  He was like Santa Claus.  It’s just a story people would tell to keep people from misbehaving.  It was just something the fat pervert would tell girls so that they wouldn’t tell on him.

The delusion of this fat pervert made me sick to my stomach.  I hated that he pretended to care about me.  He looked ridiculous in his old-fashioned brown jacket and combed what little hair he had left to the side.  Wearing sunglasses like he was too cool for school.  A fool is what he was. 

“You’ve been gone quite a while,” he said. 

I wanted to scratch him and claw his eyes out.  He showed no feelings or remorse for what he did to me. 

“Yes, sir,” I said. 

“What you girls need to learn is that you can’t run away from the Lord.  The Lord is always watching”.

“But when the children of Israel cried unto the LORD, the LORD raised them up a deliver,” I said. 

“That is from the book of Judges, good girl.  You have been memorizing the scriptures.  Do you know John 3:16?” said the pervert.

“Yes, for God so loved the world he sent his only begotten son to save it,” I said. 

“Yes, correct.  That is close enough.” The pervert said with excitement in his voice. 

If there is one scripture that church people know, it is that one.

“It is good to memorize scripture.  Just don’t forget to live a holy life with the scripture.  That is what we are teaching you girls to do.  We want you to live a godly life.  “

I thought to myself as I burned with anger inside, how delusional does one have to be to believe he is God’s chosen or living a holy life when he is raping little girls?  I’m an atheist, and even I know that.

I looked at him and, with all seriousness, said, “Now is your opportunity to let me go.”

“What!” said the pervert.  He laughed and snorted like a pig.  “You poor deceived little girl.  We talked to your parents, and you are returning to school.  It is our responsibility to look over you and care for you.  We are attempting to make you into a Godly young woman….  I wonder about you because you are such an undisciplined little seductive whore, but I have faith in a miracle-working God that you will change your ways.”

“I gave you your chance,” I said. 

“You may have escaped once, but it will not happen again.  We have beefed up the security.  You will not get out of this school until you turn eighteen.  There are wolves out there, and we must protect you from the big bad wolves.  After you are eighteen, you are free to be a little whore, and let the wolves devour you, but not on my watch.” 

Coming Next Week: Part 2 of the Story “Big Bad Wolves”