Rebekka Franck - 03 - Five, Six ... Grab Your Crucifix by Willow Rose
Authors: Willow Rose
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right. They always told her she was crazy and tried several times to have her locked up in an institution, forcing her to leave “The Way” and the man she loved so dearly. Now she felt like she was about to give in and just go crazy once and for all. She paced the floors all night and morning ever since the police had talked to her and taken her statement after the second death in two days at the camp which she had witnessed.
Both of the deaths were devastating to her. First her great love of twenty-seven years had died before her very eyes without her being able to do anything, then her good friend Hans Christian. With him it wasn’t so much that he had faded away in front of her that had scared her, no it was what he had done in his dying moments. He had looked at her. Just before life finally disappeared from his eyes, they had looked at her. Then he lifted his finger and pointed at her and his last words had been for her. She could still hear them over and over again in her mind, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t escape them.
“… you … you,” he said. What was that supposed to mean? That he had a message for her from beyond the grave, from the pit of hell? Did the devil want to tell her that she was next? Was it time to pay for all of her sins?
Mette Grithfeldt grabbed a book from her dresser and stroked it gently. She turned and looked at the picture of the Priest on the back. He was smiling at her like he used to do when they were together. She recalled the stolen looks during meetings or in the dining hall, stolen kisses in the corridors, passionate sex in his chambers when everyone else were asleep. This was the book he had written just before Mette met him. He had handed it to her and whispered in her ear that this contained all the answers, that she should read it every day, meditate on the words, let them linger in her soul and change herself from the inside out. She had done exactly that and he had been right. The book had changed her life, her way of thinking, her way of looking at the world, at her own life and who she really was. The book had taught her to be a servant, to be obedient and it had saved her life.
See, Mette Grithfeldt was a mess before she met the Priest. At eighteen she ran away from home and met the wrong people who introduced her to drugs and parties. She had sex with so many different partners she couldn’t even recall all of their faces. Just to get more drugs. Her father had looked for her, even put up a reward to anyone who could help find her. But Mette didn’t want to go back to the mansion in Hellerup, north of Copenhagen where she had lived with her parents, where she grew up just waiting for the day when she would be old enough to get out of there. She hated that place and she loathed her parents and all their money and rich high-society friends. Yes, her dad was a very significant figure in the country, even friends with the Queen with whom he played secret card-games every third month along with other important people Mette never knew because it had to be all so secret. Oh how she loathed her parents and all they stood for. Buying people, exploiting people to make more money, to get more power. They had decided everything in her life. They had put her in the most expensive private school money could buy, they had bought her a horse to give her a healthy interest to attend to after school, they had hired a private teacher to teach her table manners and how to address people properly, how to speak like a lady to a gentleman and even to royalty since they expected her to be accepted as part of that circle and hang out with the two princes who were close to her in age. They found the right friends for her; they even made a plan for her education and career to keep on the family business. They had done all the right things a wealthy family would do for their child, they had just made one big mistake.
They never asked Mette what she wanted.
So on her eighteenth
Both of the deaths were devastating to her. First her great love of twenty-seven years had died before her very eyes without her being able to do anything, then her good friend Hans Christian. With him it wasn’t so much that he had faded away in front of her that had scared her, no it was what he had done in his dying moments. He had looked at her. Just before life finally disappeared from his eyes, they had looked at her. Then he lifted his finger and pointed at her and his last words had been for her. She could still hear them over and over again in her mind, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t escape them.
“… you … you,” he said. What was that supposed to mean? That he had a message for her from beyond the grave, from the pit of hell? Did the devil want to tell her that she was next? Was it time to pay for all of her sins?
Mette Grithfeldt grabbed a book from her dresser and stroked it gently. She turned and looked at the picture of the Priest on the back. He was smiling at her like he used to do when they were together. She recalled the stolen looks during meetings or in the dining hall, stolen kisses in the corridors, passionate sex in his chambers when everyone else were asleep. This was the book he had written just before Mette met him. He had handed it to her and whispered in her ear that this contained all the answers, that she should read it every day, meditate on the words, let them linger in her soul and change herself from the inside out. She had done exactly that and he had been right. The book had changed her life, her way of thinking, her way of looking at the world, at her own life and who she really was. The book had taught her to be a servant, to be obedient and it had saved her life.
See, Mette Grithfeldt was a mess before she met the Priest. At eighteen she ran away from home and met the wrong people who introduced her to drugs and parties. She had sex with so many different partners she couldn’t even recall all of their faces. Just to get more drugs. Her father had looked for her, even put up a reward to anyone who could help find her. But Mette didn’t want to go back to the mansion in Hellerup, north of Copenhagen where she had lived with her parents, where she grew up just waiting for the day when she would be old enough to get out of there. She hated that place and she loathed her parents and all their money and rich high-society friends. Yes, her dad was a very significant figure in the country, even friends with the Queen with whom he played secret card-games every third month along with other important people Mette never knew because it had to be all so secret. Oh how she loathed her parents and all they stood for. Buying people, exploiting people to make more money, to get more power. They had decided everything in her life. They had put her in the most expensive private school money could buy, they had bought her a horse to give her a healthy interest to attend to after school, they had hired a private teacher to teach her table manners and how to address people properly, how to speak like a lady to a gentleman and even to royalty since they expected her to be accepted as part of that circle and hang out with the two princes who were close to her in age. They found the right friends for her; they even made a plan for her education and career to keep on the family business. They had done all the right things a wealthy family would do for their child, they had just made one big mistake.
They never asked Mette what she wanted.
So on her eighteenth
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