Stasia Black

I’m a monster, but as so often happens with monsters, I’ve got everyone snowed into thinking I’m a good man from the outside.

The priest’s collar around my neck helps.

It’s… nice. Different.

Clean.

I clearly do not belong here.

The last time I stepped foot inside a church was… God… back when I was a kid, and the nuns from school would drag us in for weekly chapel on Wednesdays. The boys would always snap my
bra straps when the nuns weren’t looking. But when I punched them for it? I was the one who got in trouble. Sister Agatha would just sigh, shake her head, and mutter under her breath about me turning out just like my mother.

Something’s got to change.

I have to change.

It’s time. It’s beyond time. I just don’t know how.

So, for the first time in years, I wandered through the doors of a church.