25 weeks~
I walk downstairs to the common room and glare at Kit.
"You!"I growl,"Upstairs!"
I take him to my office and bend him over the desk.
"What have I told you about grace!?"
I grab the cane and smack his ass with it 5 times.
"Sit now."
I waddle to my seat and glare.
"Sister, I am sorry, I was talking to her."
"Liar." I mutter
"What?" He says.
"I called you a liar!" I stand up and point my finger at him. He grabs me and pushes me against the wall.
"Timothy! Lana!" I scream as he grabs my neck.
Timothy comes running in and pulls Kit off of me.
*
I walk down the hall with Kit, a smug look on my face. I look over at him and he scowls.
"Bitch." He mutters.
I get a coy smile.
"Cocksucker."  I say without thinking.
He gasps.
"Sister?!"
"What?"
"Your language."
I laugh.
"What about it?"
"Nuns aren't supposed to speak like that."
"No shit, but guess what?"
"What?"
"I don't give a rat's ass."
"I'll tell the Monsignor."
"Like he'll believe you."
"Of course he will."
"Alright you tell Monsignor Howard."
"I will."
We reach his solitary cell and he goes in with a smart ass little smirk. He irks me. I shake my head smirking and shut the door and lock it.
I sway as I walk through the corridor. It reeks down here. I put my hand over my nose and hold down my vomit.
*
"Timothy, we need to get the nuns and guards to scrub those filthy cells."
"I will love."
"Tomorrow have them do it. Our baby doesn't like the smell, makes me nauseous."
"We'll work on it tomorrow."
"Alright."
*
I wake up to the smell of bleach and cleaning supplies. There's a knock at my door and I get up and open it, hiding myself behind my door. Arden.