Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,105
out.
Fucking crazy bitch. She thought she had me, I would do her one better. “You may be able to protect yourself, but for every night you don’t allow me to punish you before you leave, Thomas and Lucy will receive your paddling.” Smiling I turned around to walk out.
“They will arrest you if you bruise them.”
“Ah, but they don’t go to school yet, so who will know? It’s not like any of the teachers, besides that young cunt, listen to you, and even she is getting tired of your mouth.” Laughing, I walked out seeing the doubt on her face.
Julia
She wouldn’t dare, would she? And what if she was right? What if Mrs. Otis was tired of hearing me complain?
I don’t think she will do anything to the babies. She can’t be that evil.
Putting the lid back on the shoe box, it occurred to me, she was the only person I had ever shown it to. I need to hide it so she can’t show anyone else. I always knew there was something different about me, I just needed to see what was inside of living creatures. The rush I got by opening them up, and then holding their beating heart in my hand until it beat its very last time, was indescribable. I never shared that with anyone.
Climbing off the bed, I went to the closet and found a loose vent. I put the box in and pushed it back, as far as it could go but not so far so I could still reach it. That’s when I heard it. The sound of Thomas screaming. The bitch did it. She took her anger out on the little ones.
I banged on my door. It opened up, she hadn’t locked it. Walking out to the room of the younger ones, she looked up at me maliciously, took the toddler off her lap, “It is Julia’s fault you have to get a whipping.”
The big tear drops were more than I could handle. Looking at her, I saw the vindication in her eyes.
She knew she had won this battle. She walked me back to my room, made me drop my pajama pants and underwear, bend over the bed, and paddled me. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of crying. It stung on my bare skin, but I wasn’t giving her anything.
It only lasted for two weeks, she would paddle me ten times on my bare butt. It was beyond purple, my whole bottom was black. I could barely sit down. I never cried in front of her, or screamed in pain.
Eventually, she got bored and forgot about it. I never did. On the day I left, I put a heaping spoon of rat poison in her coffee creamer. She would not allow anyone else to use it. If we drank coffee, we drank it black. She deserved to have her insides eaten up by the acid, destroyed by her selfish ways.
Chapter 7
Sister Purity
Sundays were my favorite day of all in the Convent. We would of course go to worship and hear Father Clarence’s sermon, then we each had our own regimen of what we needed to do.
I had read and reread the bible Mrs. Otis had given me so many times, I could recite verse. What a beautiful thing, the scriptures. It spoke of joy, hope, truth, justice, hell, and our eternal damnation. I finally found my way home, is how I always felt when I read.
Having only a few menial chores, I tried to get those out of the way right after the sermon. The floors were assigned to me. The kitchen, and the two long communal bathrooms.
There was nothing more satisfying then doing the work of the Lord. It was a time of learning as well. No one paid attention to the lowly servant on her hands and knees scrubbing the floors.
Starting in the kitchen, I took my bucket of water, getting on my knees on the marbles floor wasn’t a chore really. If I could keep God’s house clean, then it was my duty.
There were a few workers who were employed by the church to do the grounds keeping and general maintenance. They were in the kitchen eating and general gossiping. I took in the information about who would give them pleasures under her habit, who they wanted to try and convert, and who was right at that moment helping their fantasies out. It was interesting to see the more pious the sister it seemed, the bigger the slut.