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Run Joy Run
Olga Vesta Button
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Bellwood, Oklahoma has a demon in residence. Abuse, thievery, hypocrisy, even murder are all hidden by the collar of Reverend Blake. Struggling for freedom--mental, emotional and physical, Blake's daughter, Joy, has discovered forbidden love. Can she ward off the evil threatening to destroy her, the child and her happiness? And will Chase, who knows nothing of their child, triumph in his own battles against the demon?

Glistening dew settled on the well-kept lawn between the parsonage and the little, old whitewashed church in disrepair.

Joy’s mother was off to the church women’s meeting at the local library. Her papa, Reverend Blake, was speaking with Laveta Winslow, their housekeeper as she cleaned the Blake’s home.

Laveta’s thirteen-year old daughter, Crissy, followed Joy to the church to play the organ, to play church and play preacher. Both little girls padded along in bare feet.

Six-year old Joy stood on a chair at the pulpit. She slammed a Bible on the podium and hollered, "God damned the people of sin. Send the sinners all to hell-fire and damnation. You all go to hell. All you whores and damn women, listen to your daddies. They are God’s Bosses. Amen!"

"Hallelujah!" Crissy said. "I’ll play the organ now. Sing with me, Joy."

"Yes, Jesus loves me. The Bible tells me so."

Reverend Blake entered the church and sat listening. His eyes lit on Crissy, her bulging belly and big blue eyes. He rested his glare on her firm youthful figure.

Crissy glimpsed the Reverend. The music stopped in a jumble of notes. Crissy cringed with fear and rose from the organ bench to leave.

In a flash, the Reverend moved to her, grasping her, and ran his chubby hand through her long golden hair. "Now, you sit down and play us more music while I speak to my daughter."

He placed Crissy’s skirt across the bench and sat on it to secure her there.

The Reverend jerked his belt from his breeches, pulled Joy’s panties down. He slung her across his knee give her another lickin’. Joy wailed.

Crissy sat frozen to the organ bench; her eyes on the back door, she recalled the Reverends words, "You’ll go to hell if you don’t obey God’s servant. Your pastor is God’s servant." Tears rolled down Crissy’s cheeks as she played the organ.

Rubbing her butt, Joy asked, " Papa, where does God live?"

"In the church, dummy."

"Where? I don’t see him."

"I’ll show you. Come here. I’ll teach you to mock me."

"The Reverend took Joy with one hand and Crissy with the other and walked Joy to the church closet, shoved her into the dark room.

"God’s in here. Find him."

Joy’s papa grabbed his red-devil’s mask with wicked horns from a hook and placed it over his face. He closed the door on Joy and bolted it.

"It’s dark in here! Let me out!" Joy banged on the door and squalled.

The Reverend spoke through the crack in the door and shouted, "Stop your bellowing and find God. He’s in there. He’ll be watching you."

Joy’s behind stung. She couldn’t sit down and she knew she had to be quiet. Her eyes began to adjust to the dark. She found a pull chain dropped from the ceiling. A dim light overhead came on. She looked around in the dank and dusty closet searching for God. There were shelves of books, some old hymnals and papers. Some old dusty coats hung haphazard on wire hangers. A glass globe sat on the dusty old desk. Joy picked it up and shook it. As she held it toward the light an eye appeared in the snow. In sheer fear, she dropped the globe, "God’s eye!" she whimpered. "I want my mama!"

Joy peeked out the crack of the door and her papa. He sat on the altar bench with Crissy. He spread his chubby fingers through her hair. He took her face in his hands and French kissed her through his mask.

Crissy struggled and cried

Papa laid Crissy down on the altar.

She cried, "Get off me. My mama says I’m going to have a baby."

Olga Vesta Button, born in Texas, raised in Oklahoma. She is the mother of three sons, and is a grandmother. She lives in a rural area west of Mustang, Ok. She enjoys the peaceful Country, a plus for quiet concentration and writing.

She has published short stories. Her first novel is “Phoenix Farm, 2001, the second novel, in 2003, “Run Joy, Run”, received great reviews and a special review in Oklahoma’s state Newspaper… Both novels published by---Wings ePress.

She has attended classes with Professors, Dwight Swain and Jack Bingham. And scripting with Doctor Andrew Horton of (film and Video Studies,) at the University of Oklahoma.

She enjoys attending conferences as well as local writers group meetings. She has taken two screen writing classes and is currently completing two novels of which she adapts into screenplays.

Fiction Books :: General Books

ISBN: 1590888405
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590888407
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 266
Paper Weight (lb): 11.4

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