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Warning: This title contains graphic language, sex and incest.
Raised by her fundamentalist preacher father, Adam, eighteen-year-old Lily isn’t allowed to date or do anything against church “law.” Asked to the Halloween dance by a boy she really likes, Lily defies Adam. But when they are caught in a compromising position by her father, what will her punishment and repentance be?
EXCERPT:
“Wolfe residence, how may I help you?” Lily answered breathlessly but by rote. She was glad she did, because Adam’s voice crackled in the receiver.
“Lily, are you ok? Tom called me.” His voice was soft and concerned, smooth as ever, like velvet over steel. She felt like she was swallowing past her beating heart.
“Just a little bug, Daddy,” she replied, her voice small now. “I’ll be fine by tomorrow for service, I’m sure.” She knew that even if she had been really sick, she would have still had to go. She’d once had meningitis when she was six, and had fainted dead away on the pew a few minutes into the service, but no one had taken her to the hospital until it was over. Adam’s services often ran two to three hours.
“That’s my girl,” he said. “You put on your PJs and go straight to bed. Would a warm bath help?”
“It might,” she admitted, chewing nervously on her lower lip. “That’s a good idea, Daddy, thank you.”
“It’s not a surprise on a night like tonight,” he said darkly. “There are heathen everywhere tonight, worshiping the God of demons, serving the Lord of the Dead. A devout Christian knows that the true God is the God of the living, Lily.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She could feel what her friend Amy called an “Adam-Bomb” coming on. She waited.
“The darkness of this night is everything He is not,” he continued, his voice growing stronger, deeper. “Death, demons, the spirit world, mysticism, to say nothing of the silly costumes and the begging for candy. Do not be tempted by the darkness. Luke told us, Lily, he spoke God’s word: ‘I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.’ The devil will do everything he can to tempt you tonight. His ways are cunning and deceptive. You must resist with all your strength!?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Lily agreed quietly. Luke, he’d said Luke! At the mention of his name, her eyes closed, and she could see Luke’s face, his blue eyes and that half-lidded lazy look he gave her that made her knees weak under her long skirts. It was making her knees weak now, just remembering.
“This is not one of His holy days,” Adam went on. “We reject pagan practices based on worship of the dead! You know there is only one Lord of the Dead, Lily, and that Lord is none other than Satan himself! We must pray for those unwitting sinners out there in their costumes, believing that they are only making merriment on this evil night, because they are really celebrating the dead, and they do nothing but honor the Devil and invite him into their hearts!”
“Yes, Daddy, we pray for them,” she breathed, sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, feeling a little faint, but still careful to smooth her skirt underneath her. She knew that this was part of his sermon this weekend at the retreat that she was hearing, that he was practicing, he often did that with her, using her as a sounding board, a congregation of one. There was no telling when Adam was going to decide to pontificate, but she’d learned that she had to be ready, willing, and able to stop everything to listen. Most of the time, she didn’t really mind. He was an amazing preacher, with a dramatic flair and a way of finding the perfect scriptures, even in the moment, to fit any occasion.
“Listen to me, Lily, you get to bed and stay there tonight.” He had stopped himself and turned his attention back to her. She loved when he did this, when he interrupted himself, realized that somehow she needed tending to in the midst of his discourse. He really did love her. She felt a twinge of guilt. “I will be home soon to take care of you, I promise,” he said. “I’ll tuck you in and feed you soup and read to you.” It sounded heavenly. Now the twinge of guilt was turning into a bigger tug, hearing the real concern and compassion in his voice. He was always so kind to her when she was ill that she’d feigned sickness as much as she could after her mother died just so she could find her way onto his lap and into his big, strong arms.
“Thank you, Daddy. I will,” she said, adding softly, “I love you.”
“I love you, too. I have to run, I’m on the pay phone and it’s about to storm.” His voice seemed even further away. “Take care of yourself, and I will see you soon!”
“Goodbye, Daddy.” She replaced the receiver and swallowed hard. Then the doorbell rang and she didn’t have any more time to think or feel remorse. Her whole body responded like iron to a magnet: Luke!
When she opened the door, there he was, in breeches and knee high black boots, a patch over his eye, a sword at his side. The sight of him grinning on her porch was more than she’d ever dared to dream of, and the way his eyes lit up at the sight of her, sweeping her over appreciatively, was more than enough to banish the thought of her stepfather from her mind.
“Hey there Little Red Riding Hood… you sure are lookin’ good!” he exclaimed. She flushed, but she didn’t get the reference to the 1960’s Sam The Sham And The Pharaohs song. Any musical reference would have perplexed her, really, no matter what the decade. The only music she listened to was classical or gospel, and that only selectively, so she didn’t recognize Luke’s “You’re everything that a big bad wolf could want. Owoooooooo!” either, but she thought it was endearing and funny, and she laughed.
She grabbed her little picnic basket (which also doubled tonight as her purse) and locked the door on the way out. The air filling her lungs was night cold and dark and breathing felt like swallowing black ice. Darkness enveloped them as they moved away from the house toward his waiting car, the only illumination now given by sporadic porch lights and the eerie glow of jack o’lantern faces leading costumed children to neighboring doors. Their porch light, she remembered, had only been on once on a Halloween night that she could remember, when Adam had decided to hand out tracts and preach to the trick or treaters who came to the door. Their house had been egged later that night, and Adam had never done that again. Lily shivered a little, looking at the glowing face of a pumpkin that seemed to shimmer on the porch across the way. They had always been frightening to her, those disembodied heads, and this one with its sharp teeth and narrowed eyes, seemed to both mock and menace her for her audacity in being out on this night. Luke’s hand pressed lightly into the small of her back as he gentlemanly swung the passenger door open for her and she closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation.
Please God, she sent another prayer heavenward. Just this one night. One magical night. Is that too much to ask for? Hope fluttered lightly in her belly as Luke pulled out of the driveway, and she smiled shyly at him, liking the slow, easy smile she got in return. How could God ever condemn her for this feeling, she wondered. It was like every light in the world turned on when he smiled at her. It couldn’t possibly be wrong. She slid across the seat closer to him, feigning cold, and he let her.
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