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Albert Hewitt is fed up with his rebellious daughter Eliza. The final straw comes when Eliza gets expelled from her exclusive school. Albert has had enough. He decides to teach her a lesson. A good friend of Albert’s offers a place for Eliza to stay, a place where strict rules are in place and young women must learn their place. Albert assumes he is sending his daughter away to a finishing school. Unwillingly Albert sends Eliza into one of the strictest Cults in the country. Eliza finds herself in an unfamiliar place, with strange rules and even stranger people. She has been given a new name, a new wardrobe and strict commandments to live by. She is scared of her new surroundings, but one question remains hot on Eliza’s mind… Why her Father sent her here.
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12. Marcus David

I smiled as I watched Abigail take our two youngest sisters upstairs. A part of me was so glad she had decided to listen to me and went up to her room. Though I could clearly see she went with disgust. She hated being treated like a child, but at the end of the day, she is not even thirteen years old yet, she is still my baby sister. They all are my baby sisters, even Eve. Well…

Once all three of them were upstairs I went to the kitchen to help Eve. She was waiting for Mrs Morrison to finish boiling the kettle. Not that Father would want a hot drink, we all knew full well that he would just turn it away and send Eve for something stronger.

Normally Father did not drink; he was a man close to God, but in our Community often men found they needed to drink. It helped take the pain of the suffering away. And Father was suffering at the moment.

You may be wondering the reason he finds himself in such a state. It’s a sensitive topic, you see.

My Mother died not that long ago, well a good few years ago. None of us had ever really come of mourning for her, especially not my Father. He loved my Mother, Elena, her name was. She was so beautiful and talented; she was so caring and kind. Just a hug from her could make anyone feel special and loved. When she had died a few months after Father was told the mourning period was over.

He was expected to remarry; it was the Community way to do so. He refused, which shocked his Uncle, the Head of our Community.

Today after the ceremony Father was told that he had mourned for long enough, the Church was assigning him a new wife. They were to be married in a few weeks’ time.

It devastated him; my Mother was the only woman he had ever loved.

In our Community, it is our duty to pervade as many children for God as possible. Each child is a special gift to God, a way of showing our thanks and a way of showing our appreciation for our Lord.

Couples do marry quite young. Most girls are married by their eighteenth birthday, but it is not common for girls to be married before then.

The Church dealt with all of the relationships, boys and girls were kept separate; the schools they attended were split. Young male children would work with their Father or if this was not possible they would be looked after by a male family member. Of course their Mothers did look after them mostly, but it is important that boys have male role models in their lives.

And the girls, they stay at home with their Mothers until they are old enough for school. They are taught domestic skills as well as some academics. Girls like Eve and my other sisters did not have to learn domestics as much as girls from poorer families.

It was impossible that my sisters would ever become maids, but all women in our Community, no matter what class they come from, enjoyed cleaning. They liked helping around their homes.

Abigail loves helping our Cook, Mrs Morrison; she helps the House Keeper as well. It’s just what she enjoyed doing.

Father was obviously angry at the fact he should remarry, he was even angrier when he discovered that the girl he was marrying was in fact just a girl. Her name was Emily Frank; she was five years older than I am. I am seventeen, this girl; she is only twenty-two years old. That is nearly half my Father’s age.

He is furious. I just hope he can calm down before he gets himself into trouble with the other members in our Community.

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