Sin of Lust

CHAPTER 18

Sin of Lust by Swapie Achilles

CHAPTER XVIII

OCTOBER

“Paul you lanky!” Iggy shouted as he sprouts his head from the puddle of mud, “you’re really going to pay for it!” he screeched wiping the slush out of his eyes with a loud groan.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” Paul said as he stretches out his hand to help him, but behind his act of kindness he can’t help but let out a stifled laugh.

Iggy saw this and gets angry with him.

“You’re not sorry at all!” Iggy whined, thus, he throws a handful of mud on his way.

“Hey! You’re dirtying me! S-Stop it!” Paul tried to get away from him and shield his body using his lanky arms.

“Why would I? You started this!” Iggy yelled. “So, you have to deal with it.”

“I said I was sorry!” Paul screamed and throws back dirt to Iggy, and their simple arguments turns into a full-blown mud fight.

“Hey, look.” Red taps Kenneth’s small shoulder, “what are they doing?”

Kenneth squinted his eyes in disgusts as he wraps his arms around him, “I don’t think I can go near them.”

“That looks fun, though!” Red chimed.

“That looks disgusting!” he retorted.

“Come on, it’s not that bad~” Red smirks and pulled Kenneth to go near them.

“No! I don’t want to get dirty!”

Everyone is getting in to fight and at the end all of them returned muddy and dirty. Though despite the dirt they get to enjoy each second of it.

But every deed has consequences, and now they are all smiling sheepishly as they stood in front of a furious Marga and Blanche who’s giving them an exhausted look.

“Would anyone tell me who started this?” Marga asked as she feel herself getting angrier as she keeps on looking at their dirty clothes, who wouldn’t be stress as her when they saw kids with white clothes stained by soil.

Iggy and Paul couldn’t look directly on the nun’s eyes, and no child utter a single word for they can’t afford to blame it to someone else for they enjoyed it anyway.

“So?” she asked once again as she crosses her arms while her hand is massaging her temple in circular motion.

“Uh, sister Marga perhaps you shouldn’t stress yourself here.” Blanche suggested as she can see the kids are getting scared and Marga is getting more furious. “Let me handle this.” She gave her shoulder massage.

Marga sighed and shook her head in disappointment, “Perhaps you’re right, I have a lot more to do than to get angry to these kids.” She whispered, “I’ll let you take care of them then.”

She said and then proceeded to get back to her work.

“See you later, sister.” Blanche said with a smile as she gave her a wave before she turns to face the dirty children, “Now, who wants to explain?” she asked, her hands intertwined in front of her and a gentle smile.

The children felt that they don’t need to scared anymore. So, this makes Iggy raised his hand, “It was me sister, I threw mud on Paul.” He confessed with his face full of guilt, unable to make contact on her eyes out of shame.

“No sister, it was me.” Paul raised his hand too, “I pushed Iggy a little too hard and I didn’t know that he’ll end up swimming on the mud.” He confessed too.

“But it’s actually all our fault, we did enjoy the mud fight.” Shaira beamed.

“Yeah, you bet.” Bernadette agreed with her as they shared a fist bump.

“I didn’t enjoy any of it!” Kenneth retorted with folded arms.

And this made Blanche smiled as she remembers that night.

“Is he the monster?” Bernadette asked as she can still feel the piercing eyes wherever she goes, “you’ve been telling to Shaira?”

Blanche can’t respond and just kept looking on the hallway.

“Tell me.” The kid pleaded with her hand still shaking as she grabs her shoulder.

Blanche didn’t tell anything about the circumstance they are facing, she couldn’t just let these kids know such dark secret going on in the orphanage without assurance that they will not tell it to everybody especially now that her trusted Shaira ended up telling everything she said to Bernadette, and thus, she realized one of Mary jane’s dilemma when they were kids.

And not just that she can’t afford to break their hearts that the person they love the most is the monster she was telling them, and because of that she ended up having to tell them a lie.

“Listen, Bernadette…” she told her as she cups her cheek as she tucks her in her bed, “Whatever happens, I want you and Shaira to smile…pretend like it’s nothing and when the time comes, you will know everything.”

And thus, being said she went to her own room. She wanted to tell them but she has no proof yet, Mary Jane wasn’t like her usual self so she needs to keep all her pieces close, she can’t afford to lose herself now.

“What should I do?” she pranced inside her room back and forth while biting the edges of her fingernails. “There’s no one who will believe in me, in us… even though I got sister Mary Jane to back me up that’s still impossible, Daleon has a lot of connections within and outside the church.”

She sat down on her bed and hand her head low, “And if I get to get them escape one by one, they will surely look for them and the worst if I don’t know any place where they can stay beside here. It’s a mere luck that sister Mary Jane manage to let a kid escape from here to the other.”

“What would I do?” she cups her head and pull the veil. “What can I do?”

“If it all goes down to it, he must be killed,” her subconsciousness speaks, and thus when she heard herself mutter those words, she immediately slapped herself and let the stingy sensation brought her back to her senses, “what am I saying?”

She drops on her bed with her arms spread apart and the moment she felt the comfort of her mattress, her eyelids got heavier each time she tries to blink it away, and because of that she falls asleep thinking what she can do to help.

“I will surely…”

And now there she is looking at the two smiling like there’s nothing happened.

“Okay now, since you were so happy playing with your new friend mud, you will be washing your own clothes.” She told them with a smirk, “this will be your punishment.”

Everyone whines at her statement, “But why? Is there anything we can do? I don’t want to wash my clothes, it’s stinky.” Iggy pout at he lifts his own smells his own armpit and made a puking expression.

“There is!” Blanche put her finger up and everyone’s countenance lightens up, “if you don’t want to wash your clothes then you will not have your dinner, simple isn’t it? Now it’s your choice.”

And their whines turn louder, “Why? Why do I have to face this problem?” Iggy dramatically kneeled with his hand spread, “is there a point in living? Because I can’t see it anymore.”

Paul kneeled beside him, “This is all my fault, comrade…” he said with same dramatic atmosphere, “please forgive me.”

And then Iggy, theatrically falls on his arms and play dead.

“Iggy,” Paul called him, his brows are furrowed as he holds him.

“This is it, my partner, I will miss you…” Iggy gradually lifted his hand, to which Paul didn’t hesitate to take.

“Iggy, may brother-in-arms.” Paul whispered.

“Take care of our siblings, and we will see again.” Iggy said his last words before his hand slowly slip from Paul’s grasp on to the ground.

“Iggy?” he shakes his body a few times, but the chub didn’t move, and this made him grew sad, thus he yelled. “Iggy! Don’t worry my, pal. I will not let you die in vain.”

Everyone in the scene, mostly the younger ones got carried by their drama and they starts to cry, especially Renzi who’s clinging on Mariel’s shirt.

“It’s okay, Renzi. They are just playing.” She muttered reassuringly.

“But Iggy isn’t moving!” he fought back his tears.

“Okay, okay our best actors,” Blanche clap her hands, “Let’s proceeded to the bathroom, elder sisters and brothers don’t forget to give the youngsters a few rubs okay?”

“Yes sister.” They all moans.

Iggy and Paul clicked their tongues.

“I didn’t think sister Blanche would be that heartless.” Iggy commented.

Blanche ended up monitoring the girls take baths for she can’t just get her eyes of off Shaira and Bernadette. They might end up making a trouble knowing Bernadette, among them she could be the one of the most brutal murderers if she ever went in the wrong path.

“I think if she really went in to the wrong path, the first one she’ll murder is Vincent, when that happens, I won’t be surprised anymore.” She sighed.

“Okay, everybody that’s enough. Get dress and let’s wash your dirty clothes.” She called them from outside door.

But then the silence from inside made her grew aware, “What’s with the silence?” she asked to herself.

Until she heard a loud scream coming from inside, thus, this made her agitated, she thought there’s something happened inside. Because of this, she hurriedly went to slam the door open.

“What happened!” she screeched but she was greeted with two buckets of water being splash on her way.

She knew it’s coming but she can’t move her body. And so, she accepted her fate that she will be drenched in a few seconds.

“Gotcha, sister!” two voiced simulations yelled as they let out snickers.

The soaked nun can only let out a heavy sigh as she heard the two familiar voice, “Now you’ve really done it…” she muttered lowly.

And this made the kids become silent, “Sister?” Shaira trailed.

“Crap, is she finally get angry?” Mariel asked, while holding Corin’s mouth to prevent her from talking because of the plan.

And that being said, Blanche hoist the two up and carried them, throwing them at the huge wooden thub drenching her from head to toe and this result for everyone to laugh. And in the end, Blanche ended having a fever.