It’s Alright: The Rape of Iuvenis Galvin
GERMAN ALCALA
Published by German Alcala at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 German Alcala
Author’s Note:
Not all priests are bad, but for the Catholic Church’s unbelievable lack of attention to pedophilia I feel no remorse in writing this story. Not that I’m staining the good name of Catholicism more than it has already stained itself. I hope you enjoy the story based off of a poem of the same name from the poetry collection “The Vampire’s Tits”:
IT’S ALRIGHT
The Rape of Iuvenis Galvin
From The Diary of Iuvenis Galvin
December, 13th, 1944
My Dearest Diary… or whoever is rude enough to read this in the future,
My name is Iuvenis Galvin, and last night was my birthday! I got this very pretty diary. It has a thick red line across it, and black ornate patterns. Apart from my new diary it hasn’t been a very good birthday. Today I am twelve, and I think that I will only live one day as a twelve year old.
I live in River’s Ice which is a very little town in a desert state of the fifty two United States of America. If you can’t fine River’s Ice on the map I’m sorry. The town council had been talking about changing the town name. Whatever the name may be I love this town! All the people are so nice. I’m not rich, and I’m not poor. My parents are very religious. So, I’ve grown up knowing that God comes first in everything. Like any good catholic family in River’s Ice the priest was invited to my birthday party last night. Also the population of River’s Ice is not that big so with the priest, Father Consecro, in the town we had 10% of the town’s population… twenty people. The priest was a nice person, but he is really powerful. The other week a boy ran out of his office crying. Father Consecro says that he had to bring the lord’s wrath upon the boy for his sins. I wonder what the priest did to the boy, but he has been very quite. I was hoping I hadn’t done anything bad lately that could justify him brining God’s wrath upon me, but I did.
I’ll write in you again in a moment, diary.
Love,
Iuvenis Galvin
Iuvenis Galvin sat on his bed, his closed diary sat next to him, and his head was lowered on the floor. He looked down at his penny shoes, and slowly closed his eyes in shame as images of Father Consecro’s erect penis flashed into his mind. He remembered late night when everybody was absorbed in small talk and cake that the priest had taken him to the bathroom, and made Iuvenis pay for a sin he could still not recall committing. He heard Father Consecro’s voice still echoed in the boy’s head.
“Come here, son” Father Consecro had said, taking Iuvenis by the shoulder. “Do you like girls? You are awfully girly…”
Iuvenis once more felt Father Consecro’s hands run along his arms as his clothing was slowly pulled off.
He remembered the sound of Father Consecro’s lips when he licked and smacked them before whispering “Thank you, lord”. Iuvenis felt the ghost of it all again.
His head began to hurt as he thought of it all over again, and Father Consecro’s voice came back into his ears.
“It’s alright…” Father Consecro assured the boy as he ran his hands down the naked boy’s back.
Iuvenis felt a catch in his throat as he remembered his own quiet whimper through his tears. The pain in his bum… that horrible feeling when Father Consecro penetrated him making him burst into tears. Then he felt Father Consecro’s lips on his own, and he wanted to vomit at that very moment.
“It’s alright… there is no shame in this” Father Consecro cooed as he ran his fingers through Iuvenis’ hair.
Iuvenis’ head gave a violent twitch as he opened his eyes once more, and pulled his mind out of those thoughts, but it was useless. He could still hear it all, and he could still feel the pain in his body. His head felt heavy, and his stomach was in knots… Iuvenis ran across his room, and stormed into his bathroom. He kneeled in front of the toilet, and vomited. Holding onto the rim of the toilet seat Father Consecro’s voice flooded his mind once more as if he were still in the downstairs bathroom with him. As soon as he felt the vomit had passed Iuvenis quickly stood up from his knees, flushed away the vomit, and rinsed out his mouth. He walked back to his bed, and took the kitchen knife by his bedside that he had stolen at the crack of dawn when he could not sleep, and hi parents could not see anything. He fell to his knees by his bed, and took his diary. He opened it, and took the pen from his bed.
December, 13th, 1944: Continued
Dearest Diary or person who is rude enough to read this in the future,
Father Consecro touched me… he touched me in a very bad way, and I still don’t know why. Why he touched me doesn’t matter anymore. What does matter now is the how. The way in which he touched me will leave me scarred forever, and if tonight I could not sleep then how will I ever sleep again? I have made up my mind. I will kiss this knife so that the last thing I kiss isn’t Father Consecro’s old foul lips. Then I will cut my wrists. With whatever energy I have left I will stab my stomach, and then Isihdskj < ---- Sorry about that. A tear drop fell. I’m crying right now, haha, not that Father Consecro cared last night. Anyway, then I will finally have peace, and our blessed priest will not have to deal with a day in court.
Goodbye, River’s Ice (I loved my time here).
Love,
Iuvenis Galvin
P.S. Mommy or Daddy, I’m leaving my diary open so that when one of you finds my dead body you will know what happened. Father Consecro is a bad man; don’t go to his church anymore.
FIN
Thank You for Reading
Author Info:
German Alcala:
From Los Angeles, California German Alcala is, Mexican, Gay, and considers himself a novelist, poet, singer, dancer, carpenter, and everything in between! German Alcala's biggest inspirations include Edgar Allan Poe, Maya Angelou, and Jackie Collins. He has self-published eBooks across the web from Apple iBooks to Barnes and Noble NookBooks, has been called Awesome, Inspiring, Shocking, The Dr. Seuss For Suicidal Teens, and Amazing in book reviews.
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