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“You’re doin’ really great,” Danny says. “I’m really proud of you, Calee.”
I put the book down on the table and smile, feeling a bit of heat creep into my cheeks. I’m not really used to compliments – and I’m really not used to having people feel proud of me. It’s – nice. A really strange and uncomfortable, but ultimately nice feeling.
“Thank you,” I murmur and turn my eyes away.
“Hey,” Danny says and lifts my chin, making me look him in the eyes.
“You’ve come a long way in a short amount of time,” he says. “You should be proud of yourself too.”
A rueful chuckle escapes me. “You know they say pride goeth before a fall.”
Danny laughs and shakes his head. “Maybe out there on the Ark,” he says gently. “But here in the real world, there’s nothin’ wrong with taking a little pride in a job well done.”
When I was ten, my parents moved me onto a compound in southern Wyoming called the Ark. Without even giving me a choice, they immersed me into a religious group called Noah’s Children. My parents grew tired of life on the compound and left a few years later – but not before they’d married me off to the leader of Noah’s Children, Raymond Hester.
Like any cult leader – because speaking plainly, that’s what he is – Raymond is intelligent and charismatic. And like most cult leaders, he’s completely sociopathic. Though claiming to be a religious sect, Noah’s Children is actually more like a group of hardcore Doomsday preppers and the Ark is a heavily armed fortress.
Oh, Raymond talks a good talk about the Bible and religion and all, but underneath that pious exterior, there’s a dark undercurrent. He’s angry. Paranoid. Violent. And more than anything, he’s spoiling for a fight. He wants a chance to prove that the government or whoever his bogeyman of the day might be, really is out to get him. He wants nothing more than a chance to open up the secret armory and start a war.
For a few of us, life on the compound is filled with tension and fear. Some of us are just waiting for the day the guns start to fire and the bombs start to go off. The older Raymond gets, the more paranoid and vicious he becomes, and I know it’s only a matter of time before the fight he so desperately wants, happens. The question is not if – it’s when.
It sounds dramatic. Like something out of a movie. But that’s life out on the Ark. A life I’d give anything to get away from.
“You’re a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, you know,” Danny says.
I shrug. “We do receive a rudimentary education on the compound. We learn to read, write, do basic math,” I say. “He says God wants us all to be able to read His word. But Raymond doesn’t like anybody – especially the girls – too educated though.
“Of course not,” Danny rolls his eyes. “Because then, you might start questionin’ him. Might start seein’ him for what he is.”
I nod. “Yes. That’s exactly it.”
There’s a small school on the Ark where we’re taught the basics. Just the simple things – enough, so that we can function in town and interact with others. But like Danny said, Raymond doesn’t want any of us to be – too smart.
Unfortunately for him – and unlike many at the Ark – I know I’m a smart girl and have an unquenchable intellectual curiosity. As a child – before I was taken to the compound – I read everything I could get my hands on. Unlike most kids my age, I enjoyed school. I enjoyed learning. I took to it with passion and zeal and was outpacing my classmates by a wide margin.
But that all stopped once my parents joined Raymond and Noah’s Children. As I got a little bit older and was allowed to do some of the shopping in town, I’d sneak books and whatnot back to my room and read them all – oftentimes, more than once. But it was no substitute for a real education. I did the best I could to educate myself, but I could only do so much with what I had available to me.
And because my education is – somewhat stunted – I feel like I’m still well behind most everybody my age when it comes to things like reading and math, among other things.
And it drives me crazy.
I often tell myself that one day, I’ll have the courage to run away from the compound. That I’ll have the strength to escape and start a new life somewhere else. And that’s why I need to be educated. I need to be ready to be able to function in society. Get a job. An apartment. I need to be able to speak to others without sounding like a blithering idiot.