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It’s 7:30 P.M., which means that all of the “adult” members are in the main room discussing which child would join the “adults” next. I hated these meetings so much, not because I was with them, but because I might be the next “child” to join them. Living in a cult with you parents, is not a pleasant thing. My whole life has been spent inside this house. I’ve never seen outside these walls, never been to school, and my friends are all into joining the cult and becoming the newest “adults”. Hate is all I could feel for this cult and its devoted members. Yes, that means I hate my parents and trust me its not fun living in a place where you hate everyone and everything.
Stress fills my very being as the voices rise in the main room. They were all arguing over the next “child”. God, please hear me and do not let me be the next child. I don’t want to be one of them; I want to be me. A loud slam rang throughout the house causing me to fall off my bed in shock. I landed on the floor next to my mother’s bed. In the cult, all families share a room. My father’s bed was the largest, since he was the man in the family. My mother and I had small beds, barely big enough for us. In this cult, men ruled and women were merely there as trophies. Each man wanted the most beautiful girl in the cult to marry him.
The door to my families “house” is burst opened and my father comes in with a furious look on his face, my mother slowly follows behind not saying a word.
“How dare they say that Evelyn is not devoted enough!” Father screamed. I guess I didn’t get in. “Evelyn you love this as much as your mother and I do, correct?”
No father I hate it! I want a life!
“Evelyn answer me!” At this point I knew I had to do what I always did when he asked me if I loved the cult.
“Yes, Father I love it!” I said with the fakest of smiles.
How on Earth did my parents not see through the facade I put on everyday for them? A blind man could tell I hated this and wanted freedom. A life where I chose what I did, when I did it, not have a schedule for every single second of my life. My comment made my father smile.
“Evelyn I promise you will become an adult in this family soon.” With that he fell on his bed with happy content look about his face.
I relaxed onto my bed and pondered how I was going to get out of this cult. Then it came to me, slowly throughout the night. I did not sleep, not one wink; I stayed up plotting and planning my escape. Not my permanent escape, I had nothing right now, that would be foolish to even attempt a full escape now. I would leave every night, and work at a place, any place, so long the pay was good. Then once I had enough money, I would leave, for good and never look back! It was prefect even though there were many flaws. One is how would I sneak out every night, when I share a room with my parents? That would be one of my hardest tasks to overcome.
