God, you were so young

Barely sixteen, by the year of 1969. Those hairstyles from magazines that you always wore. those dresses, cults…

when you were about 10 your parents moved into a ranch.. Also joining a cult. Where the leaders would be cherished as gods. In this cult. Men were gods. Women never disobeyed them. Many women having children that weren't their partners child.

you had grown up running through fields and playing with other girls in white nightgowns. God.. Some might have seen it as sick.. But you loved it.

a new preacher had arrived.. Elijah he was about 22. Yet all of the teenage girls worshipped him most. Batting their eyelashes at him.. Going to his sermons. Gifting him things, well you get it.

right now you were in your room. Writing something in your diary. Your favorite record of Elvis Presley's song, love me, on repeat. Your mother called for you. "Dear! It's time to head to the church!" You quickly got up looking at yourself in the mirror. You had spent forever doing your makeup and hair. Making sure you looked Perfect. and you did.

you took a deep breath and went down stairs

"Comin momma!!"

Welcome to a cult♡