BROKEN INNOCENCE

stool, her hands trembling as her mind r

in her chest. She can't stop thinking about the locked door behin

her closely, a sinister s

some rest. He steps closer, his eyes darkening as he reaches

e... I need to go back to Mrs. Milah. She tries to move away, but he grabs

rsh kiss). Kira's eyes widen in shock and terror as he forces himself on her, his h

king with fear as she

own her face as she fights back, but he doesn't

er his face. I... I'm sorry, Kira. It wasn't me. It's the devil... it's all the devil's w

g hands as she escapes the room. She can't face Mrs. Milah, not after what

soft light. The air smells faintly of the food she just cooked, but now, all she can taste is the bitter tang of

trembling with despair as she strug

t? But what if it's my fault? What if I'm the

to keep going. Eventually, her sobs quiet down, and she falls aslee

ept off she

ra's

in distress, her voice

ira! Pleas

ches out to grab Elizabeth's hand, Elizabeth's face twists

rt, her heart racing as

trying to shake off the lingering fear as she gets

n, but this time, the

t no one is helping her, she cries o

as she reaches out, Mrs. Milah grabs her hand and hands

er her, groping her as Kira screams

ing as she looks around the room, disoriented

ng up, she grabs her bag and leaves the house, her mind a chaotic swirl of emot

s with Pastor Jonathan. A married man with a family. How

shower, she scrubs

ling. It's like it's all over me. But no matter how hard I

r arms around herself as if to

Pastor Isa meant? Was I really used by the devil? Or

e shower, feeling exhausted and defea

from Jonathan? He wants me to prepa

age with a mix of

happened? How can he be so hypocritical? Does he really t

etween her anger

be it's just another manipulative ploy. I don't know what to believe. But

prepare the lesso

lve. I need to confront this pain and figure out what's right.

the church, trying to maintain a calm ext

about holiness after what happened last night? I'm no better than a hypocrite. Kira swa

floor. The lyrics of the song echoed in her mind, each word cutting deeper t

ape down her cheek. I don't deserve His mercy,

the violation, it all flooded back, overwhelming her senses. She fe

voice pulled her out of her th

so dirty? For a moment, she considered running away, disappearing before anyone noticed her turmoil. But t

est. He's watching me, wait

rator called her name again, and this time, she forced

ind was comp

u took all my guilt, my sin and shame and showed me mercy... The words hit her like

e, but what about now? Can He sti

g to creep in, slowly replacing the turmoil. Five minut

iness. But holiness isn't just a concept to teach, it's a way of life. Her ey

t every sunday, and still be a tool for

eat, his eyes narrowing, beads o

what we say. Some people might appear holy on the out

grew tense. She could feel Pastor Jonathan's glare piercing through h

ways meet a bad end. You can foo

the power of the truth she was speaking. She glanced at Pastor Jonatha

mind racing. I thought giving her the pulpit would calm her

ere's someone here, right now, who looks holy, who seems rig

fists, his anger barely contained. Is this the end? Everythi

son's name, but then she caught herself. She stopped, her min

. hel

hing was happening, something beyond the ordinary sermon. Kira looked o

ust the b