The Shattered Altar

I was 5 or 6 and my mother not knowing her priest was abusing me volunteered me to work a funeral and Sundays as an altar boy and this is where the nightmare began it was a violent act of rape I was beaten and raped repeatedly then taken to.tje rectory all the obvious signs of rape washed away I was taken to a dumpster on the other side of Phoenix and tossed in in full altar boy uniform washed and creased and ready for Sunday morning I vaguely remember being very thirsty it was fall time but we are in Phoenix so I was unsure if I should get out of the dumpster I was told if anyone found out it would be me going to jail because I done something to make this piece of shit do that again as a 6 year old you believe what you see but more what you feel and I was really terrified so I waited until the sun went down and i jumped out of the dumpster I was on the wrong side of the tracks first they didn't outsiders on the south side second t was then a city of maybe 2.5 million people I had no idea where to go or which way to go I was urinating blood I was weak I hadn't eaten and I still to this day remember thinking where is my mom and next thing I know I'm waking up to a man with a black shirt and white collar praying over me in Latin me I couldn't move I couldn't breathe he told me he called Father we call him father malichi anyway he said he is on his was with your mom and he gave me some food and some kind of pink drink which we will get to later I felt as safe as I could for that moment he didn't look like an evil man but then neither did the devil so I was still unsure I hear the door to the chapel and I heard my mother bow and say her bullshit but I was so glad she was there I was so tired I was in so much pain so I listen to my mother praise this monster and thank him I didn't realize till years later he just played the villain so he could be the hero this would be the beginning of him unraveling my life all the while gaining my mother's trust so we move on ........., the rape goes on for two years and it got more violent more often , more more more, all the while my own father was raping myself and my sister and threatened to kill me if I said anything or threatened to kill my mom 0