Chapter Two

                           

                    Implicative Dream 

"Father Antoine" I called and Father Antoine lifted his head up from the Bible he's reading.

"What's it Susan?" He asked and I hesitated for a minute before I started talking about what's on my mind.

" You know, you said I should always tell you about my dreams" I started with a bit of nervousness.

" Yes it will help me deliver you from the demon faster. Do you have any dreams?" He asked and I immediately gained the courage that was fading away gradually back.

" Yes father, I had a dream last night" I reply

" How about it? Tell me about it" 

" Father , I saw you having sex with madam Lily in my dream last night" I said and father Antoine eyes pops out of their sockets. He removes his glasses and stares at me with a mixed expression. I tried to read the expression on his face and couldn't get it right but it's either he's surprised or angry.

" Really....!?" He said and I don't even know if it's a question or exclamation but the look on his face looks totally different from the one he has been wearing three months ago or is it because the dream I had is about him and madam Lily? That I don't know.

" Yes father Antoine" I reply, not taking my eyes off him with the rosary hanging in my hand.

" For the first time, I see what your family has been complaining about. You're truly possessed by a demon." Father Antoine Antoine yelled furiously and jumped out of my chair. Why did he have to tell me so furiously that way? I was only doing what he asked me to do and carrying out his orders.

"Father!" I called jumping up from my chair.

He walked towards me like a tiger who just saw his prey and I shifted back until my back hit the wall. 

" You little brat," he said, grabbing my hair and I cried out in pain. Why is he so angry with me? I only tell him nothing but the truth. It's a vision and I told him as expected of me, so what have I done wrong here.

" Father you're hurting me" I cried out hoping he would release his grip on my hair but no, instead he tightened his grip on my hair and hit my head on the wall and cried out so loud in pain.

" You're nothing but a bunch of idiots filled with demonic spirits," he said, dragging my head so hard. 

" Let go of me! You're hurting me" I cried and he hit my head on the wall and I felt blood gushing out from different angles.

" Father you're hurting me, I only did what you asked me to do. Please let me go" I pleaded in tears as I felt my hair pulling out of my skull one after the other.

" Now listen to me, I'm stripping you of your respect. " He said with gritted teeth and I felt my strength leaving me gradually.

" What do you mean by that?" I asked, wincing in pain as I tried to free myself from his tight grip on my hair. Have you ever had your hair pulled? If yes you would understand the pain I'm going through right now but if you haven't, I suggest you get someone to do that for you.

" From now henceforth, you're nothing but a slave in this house" he said and I felt my heart leave my chest and hang in my throat. 

' what a slave?' I asked myself silently with a heavy heart.

"Why ? Why are you doing this to me all of a sudden?" I couldn't help but ask, I don't really think I have done anything wrong by telling him about my dreams. 

" I'm doing this because you are not different from the demonic spirit that possessed you. You're worse than the demonic spirit itself" he said, releasing his grip from my hair and I fell to the ground. I don't think I understand any of his words. How can I be worse than the demonic spirit everyone believes that possessed me. I really don't don't understand why I should be worse than the demon by telling him my dreams. Am I the one that told him to sleep with madam Lily in my dream? I really don't see any reason why I should become a slave for telling the father my dream.

Life is really cruel. If only you knew how people change quickly, you wouldn't have put all your hope in them. Then you will know the heart of man is wicked and not all that glitters are gold. If anyone tells me that Father Antoine, who has been nice to me all this while, will treat me this way, I will say it's a lie.

I sat on the floor with blood dripping down from my head and my face. I was expecting father Antoine to call for the ambulance or take me to the nearest medical centre but I was wrong, completely wrong. Father Antoine sat there in his seat and watched me bleed to death.

"From today henceforth, your freedom have been limited, you are a slave and you shall suffer till eternity. You shall feed from the doves leftovers and you shall drink from the mud. " He said, folding his sleeves that were stained with my blood and tears streamed down my cheeks.

" Father please" I begged

" Father please don't do this to me, please father! " I pleaded in tears as I creeped to where he's sitting and grabbed his leg under the chair. 

" Don't touch me with your dirty hands " he smirked and pushed away my hands with his leg.

" Father please" I pleaded and he stood up and kicked me away with his foot as he walked out of his office. Just like that without any reason, without no offense I end up being a slave. Just because of a dream I had , I was ripped off the respect I had.