Post by Angel Blake on Oct 21, 2014 15:21:23 GMT
We touch I feel a rush
We clutch it isn't much
But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us
It's lust, it's torturous
You must be a sorceress 'cause you just
Did the impossible
Gained my trust don't play games it'll be dangerous
If you fuck me over
'Cause if I get burnt I'ma show you what it's like to hurt
'Cause I've been treated like dirt before you
And love is "evol"
Spell it backwards I'll show you
The brass handle was cold and the door was locked but I didnât care. I pressed my shoulder against it lightly and then with one hard push I broke the door free from itâs wooden frame.
Nothing would keep me outâŚ
The house was dark, itâs many inhabitants slept. I crept through the halls, the floor boards creaking beneath my every step until I found herâŚ
Hayleigh slept in her bed, the pink lion Iâd bought her at the hospital eight years ago tightly tied up in her arms. She smiled as my hand lightly grazed her soft, pale cheek. The poor child had seen so much evil in her life alreadyâŚ
A little more shouldnât hurt.
Up the stairs at the end of the hall I found her, Shelly, a red silk robe snugly wrapped around her voluptuous frame leaving so very little to the imagination. My finders traced the rose tattoo on her right foot, slowly making itâs way up her silky smooth legâŚ
Carefully I crawled across the bed on top of her as my fingers gently rubbed the warmth between her legs. She moaned. I smiled. Her eyes started to flutter open from the dream she thought she was in, my hand clamped down on her mouth before she could make a sound.
âMy sweet Shelly.â
My other hand grabbed her by both wrists and pressed her hands down on the pillow above her head, she struggled beneath me but it was to no avail.
She was mine.
âLook at you. So strong. So weak. All at the same time.â
I leant down over her and lightly kissed her ear.
âDonât fight this.â
I felt the tension leave her body, she softened.
âYou belong to me, Shelly.â
My hand slid from her mouth to her throat, something changed in her eyes, passion returned, she pressed herself up to me and our lips touched. I felt the electricity, the unbridled lust. I released her hands, my own begin to undress her, exposing her supple breasts to the night air. My tongue made itâs way into her mouthâŚ
Lighting. Pain. She bit down with everything she had, I felt my mouth fill with the iron taste of my own blood.
âBITCH!â
Glass shattered against the side of my head, I fell off of her and toppled onto the floor. She was up on her feet and moving quickly toward the door. I wiped the blood from my mouth and smiled. Before she could turn the knob I had slammed her face into the hard wood of the door.
âThere is no escape, bitch.â
My hand gripped her hair and wrenched back throwing her onto the bed.
âYOU ARE MINE!â
There was no fear in her eyes, only hatred, what a sad mistake.
âI fucking hate y-â
The back of my hand made contact with the side of her face and sent her to the floor. She looked up at me from the floor. Where she belonged.
âI love you, Shelly.â
I dropped down beside her, my hands grabbing her by the throat.
âI love you more than anything.â
Slowly I squeeze.
âI could of given you the world.â
âYou⌠Do-donât⌠Love⌠Any⌠Th-thing.â
My eye twitched, my lip quivered, I felt years of anger and hate rise up in me, bubbling like boiling water about to over flow.
âI loved youâŚâ
Her eyes rolled back in her head, the heaving of her chest slowed, I felt her life slipping away.
âD-daddy?â
The voice startled me, before I could think I heard a small frame slam up against the wall, my hand stung from the strike. I looked horrified as my daughter lay in a heap on the floorâŚ
âH-hayleigh!?â
âM-monsterâŚâ
I scoop her up in my arms, the hand print already taking shape on the side of her face as the tears framed her cheeks.
âBabyâŚâ
I heard a phone dial, Shellyâs voice saying something but I couldnât take my eyes off of my baby. I looked around the room shocked suddenlyâŚ
âWhy am I not waking upâŚâ
I stood up with my little girl in my arms, the room suddenly came alive as my senses flooded with light, sirensâŚ
âWHY AM I NOT WAKING UP!?â
The fog liftedâŚ
This wasnât a dream.
I'll do whatever it takes
When I'm with you I get the shakes
My body aches when I ain't
With you I have zero strength
There's no limit on how far I would go
No boundaries, no lengths
Why do we say that until we get that person that we think's
Gonna be that one and then once we get 'em it's never the same?
You want them when they don't want you
Soon as they do feelings change
It's not a contest and I ain't on no conquest for no mate
I wasn't looking when I stumbled onto you must've been fate
But so much is at stake what the fuck does it take
Let's cut to the chase
'Fore a door shuts in your face
Promise me if I cave in and break and leave myself open
That I won't be making a mistake
Cause I'm a...
The light is sucked from the room and you are left wondering what happened.
âXavier Crossssss.â
A hiss in your ear, hot breathe on your neck.
âYour time has come to face GOD, my son.â
Your body tenses at the sudden pressure laid upon your shoulders.
âI want you to understand what exactly is at stake here Xavier because this more than just another World Title shot for you, the fate of an entire company is in your hands.â
Your knees buckle.
âDefeat me, take from the Age of X itâs greatest prize and make me out to be a complete fool and the wrestling world will praise you as itâs hero. No longer will you be the laughing stock, the prime example of a never was, your past full of failure will be whipped away in one shinning instantâŚâ
âJust like Joe Everyman.â
Contempt and sarcasm lace every word.
âThatâs what you face Xavier, a future where you will actually mean something to the mindless masses, a future where the hero your son dreams about will be the same as the man standing in the ring Sunday night, a future where Xavier Cross will be praised instead of loathed, loved instead of hated.â
âAn all new world.â
âIt could all be yours and all you have to do is beat min the middle of the ring. Itâs just that simple itâs a wonder no one has ever thought of that before, not even your very best friend, Alex Jones with his guaranteed title shot that he absolutely REFUSES to use becauseâŚâ
âWellâŚâ
âIâm sure he has a good reason why he ALLOWS my reign of absolute terror to continue while his friends line up one at a time to be ritualistically slaughtered at my feet. Yes Iâm sure there is a perfectly good excuse for why he so patiently waits and reminds us weekly, of course you have nothing to worry about, surely he will watch your back.â
Heh.
âThe man you screwed in another life, the man you went out of your way to embarrass in front of the entire world, Iâm absolutely sure he will watch your back Sunday Night as I rip your still beating heart from your chest and feast on your soul.â
I smile at the thought, you simply shudder.
âMetaphorically speaking of course.â
You shouldnât believe me.
âI know you have this dream of being the hero the people need, the hero your son wants you to be. I know because I was once foolish like you, foolish enough to think I could fight for other people, foolish enough to think doing the ârightâ thing would get me the recognition I seek. But you see me now Xavier, clearly fighting for the people isnât a winning battle.â
âThey do not care about you.â
âThey do not love you.â
âYou canât save them because they do not want to be saved. The people in the crowds, at home watching on their television screens are sheep begging to be lead. They were born to serve on bended knee and so I rose as the leader they deserved. Iâve brought about my own age of professional wrestling, one Iâve been talking about for nearly a decade and now itâs here.â
âThe Age of X.â
âIt isnât a simple marketing scheme to sell t-shirts, itâs a real thing Xavier. Something youâve experienced first hand when my former followed Spike Kane nailed you to a cross at MY command.â
I feel your blood boil beneath the skin.
âYou canât fight the Age of X, you are ill equipped for the task. To defeat me would mean to become me, to âsinkâ to my level and end my career for the sake of all your peers. Itâs just not something youâre capable of.â
âYouâre weak.â
âNow listen to me, I am more than a single match, a single win or loss, I am more than the sum of my parts. If you think simply defeating me this Sunday will be enough to end me or my reign than youâre dumber than I suspect. If you beat me Sunday Night, take MY Championship and try to restore order to the IWF it will only be the beginning.â
âI WILL NOT STOP AS LONG AS THERE IS AIR IN MY LUNGS.â
âThe IWF belongs to me as do every single one of you sniveling little worms and I will see you all grovel at my feet and BEG me for forgiveness, for salvation, for redemption and I will put my boot heel to each of your throats and CRUSH your wind pipes!â
My face takes shape, the sneer is evident, your name leaves an awful taste in my mouth.
âRenee Pleasant âbeatâ me and what did that accomplish? You pinned my shoulders to the mat just two weeks ago and what do you have to show for it? The Age of X is no weaker, my reign is no shorter, all you have done is extended your lives by a few days.â
âCongratulations.â
âBut know that it all comes to an end this weekend for you Xavier, the journey ends, the stories over and you will not be the hero you dreamed, all you will be is cautionary tale for the next worthless sack of human existence that steps before me.â
Bitterness doesnât suit you but you wear it like a badge of honor.
âWhile I believed in Mike Laszlo, even wished for his success, I donât believe in you. I donât see anything in you that leads me to believe youâve got what it takes to be here. Iâve watched you for years as you took the easy road every chance you got. You never worked for anything, earned anything, you used your friendships and allegiances to get you where you wanted to go and every single time you faced any sort of real oppositionâŚâ
âYou crumbled.â
âYou donât just face opposition Sunday, you face your worst nightmare. GOD made flesh, POWER incarnate, the single greatest professional wrestler that has ever or will ever set foot in a squared circle. The first, the last, the ONLY. I am everything you will never ever be and when the night ends you will not only crumble before me but you will be humbled, silent and whimpering as the masses look on in total disbelief at the sheer destruction they have just witnessed.â
You quiver with anger.
âYour body will lay in a bloody heap in the center of the ring, the canvas stained with your essence and I will STILL be the IWF World Champion, the Age of X will STILL rule over all that it sees and this companyâŚâ
âWill still be mine.â
âAnd there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.â
I laugh as you wince.
âNo anger or jokes or profound amount of cursing will save you, no threats or promises or meaningless quips will protect you. I take what I want, when I want it because NO ONE has the power to stop me, least of all a parasite such as you. A good for nothing leech sucking at the teat of the IWF waiting to be cut off.â
âYouâre not the hero.â
âI am.â
âI am saving professional wrestling from the fate you and yours condemned it too. Thanks to me there is a future for us, for our kind where professional wrestling will flourish, itâs combatants will be worshipped as GOD KINGS! Thanks to me your child will grow up in a world where GOOD wins, EVIL fails and GOD EXISTS.â
You feel defeated and I understand why.
âAnd after I save us from the likes of youâŚâ
âI will be the FATHER your son deserves.â
Itâs because youâve already failed.
So after a year and six months, it's no longer me that you want
But I love you so much it hurts
Never mistreated you once
I poured my heart out to you
Let down my guard swear to God
I'll blow my brains in your lap
Lay here and die in your arms
Drop to my knees and I'm pleading
I'm trying to stop you from leaving
You won't even listen so fuck it
I'm trying to stop you from breathing
I put both hands on your throat
I sit on top of you squeezing
'Til I snap your neck like a Popsicle stick
Ain't no possible reason I could think of to let you walk up out this house
And let you live
Tears stream down both of my cheeks
Then I let you go and just give
And before I put that gun to my temple
I told you this
He sat in the back of the police cruiser, his face flashing the same as the lights around him. The whole neighborhood gathered on the side walk to observe as the single mother of three sat huddled on her stoop with a blanket around her shoulders.
*Bang-Bang*
âHey fucker, youâre gonna burn for this.â
The man in blue looked down through the glass at GOD, he didnât move, he didnât speak, he barely breathed. Heâd had dreams before, vicious, violent dreams but this wasnât one of them.
âI know you can hear me fuck face. You donât ever put your hands on your kidsâ
GOD heard him, he heard the tiny words of an angry mortal but he didnât care. He knew nothing, loved nothing, heâd never been where GOD had been, done what GOD had done. Heâd die for his family if askedâŚ
âDonât get used to the cushion, child beating fucks like you usually end up as another manâs bitch where youâre going.â
The taunts went in one ear and out the other. GOD looked up, his eyes meeting that of Shellyâs, they were thirty or so yards apart separated by glass and steel but he had never felt further away from her. His heart hurt for her, burned for her, Shelly never felt colder. She held their daughter now, Hayleigh refused to look at the monster she called DaddyâŚ
He sat alone locked up in the dark now, hours had passed. The steel felt cold beneath him, hard, how anyone could sleep in here he didnât know. The door unlocked, it was the first sound heâd heard in hours. Light flooded the small room and there she stood.
His savior.
âAna.â
She looked so sad suddenly, so hurt and fragile. She tried to hide the relived smile on her face but it was hard.
âJesus Christ, Angel.â
Itâd been a long time since he heard her say is name, something about it melted his heart for a second. She stepped forward and he wrapped himself around her waist, the shell of GOD falling away and Angel Blake remaining, exposed.
âI think Iâm going crazyâŚâ
âShhhh, itâs ok baby.â
She stroked his hair in the darkness as he kneeled against.
âEverything is going to be ok.
He pressed his head up against the bosom of Ana Valentine. Her exterior hardened, became cold, so much like the GOD she worshipped one had to wonder who was GOD nowâŚ
And I would have did anything for you
To show you how much I adored you
But it's over now
It's too late to save our love
Just promise me you'll think of me every time you look up in the sky and see a star 'cause I'm a...
"I will save him becoming you."
We clutch it isn't much
But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us
It's lust, it's torturous
You must be a sorceress 'cause you just
Did the impossible
Gained my trust don't play games it'll be dangerous
If you fuck me over
'Cause if I get burnt I'ma show you what it's like to hurt
'Cause I've been treated like dirt before you
And love is "evol"
Spell it backwards I'll show you
The brass handle was cold and the door was locked but I didnât care. I pressed my shoulder against it lightly and then with one hard push I broke the door free from itâs wooden frame.
Nothing would keep me outâŚ
The house was dark, itâs many inhabitants slept. I crept through the halls, the floor boards creaking beneath my every step until I found herâŚ
Hayleigh slept in her bed, the pink lion Iâd bought her at the hospital eight years ago tightly tied up in her arms. She smiled as my hand lightly grazed her soft, pale cheek. The poor child had seen so much evil in her life alreadyâŚ
A little more shouldnât hurt.
Up the stairs at the end of the hall I found her, Shelly, a red silk robe snugly wrapped around her voluptuous frame leaving so very little to the imagination. My finders traced the rose tattoo on her right foot, slowly making itâs way up her silky smooth legâŚ
Carefully I crawled across the bed on top of her as my fingers gently rubbed the warmth between her legs. She moaned. I smiled. Her eyes started to flutter open from the dream she thought she was in, my hand clamped down on her mouth before she could make a sound.
âMy sweet Shelly.â
My other hand grabbed her by both wrists and pressed her hands down on the pillow above her head, she struggled beneath me but it was to no avail.
She was mine.
âLook at you. So strong. So weak. All at the same time.â
I leant down over her and lightly kissed her ear.
âDonât fight this.â
I felt the tension leave her body, she softened.
âYou belong to me, Shelly.â
My hand slid from her mouth to her throat, something changed in her eyes, passion returned, she pressed herself up to me and our lips touched. I felt the electricity, the unbridled lust. I released her hands, my own begin to undress her, exposing her supple breasts to the night air. My tongue made itâs way into her mouthâŚ
Lighting. Pain. She bit down with everything she had, I felt my mouth fill with the iron taste of my own blood.
âBITCH!â
Glass shattered against the side of my head, I fell off of her and toppled onto the floor. She was up on her feet and moving quickly toward the door. I wiped the blood from my mouth and smiled. Before she could turn the knob I had slammed her face into the hard wood of the door.
âThere is no escape, bitch.â
My hand gripped her hair and wrenched back throwing her onto the bed.
âYOU ARE MINE!â
There was no fear in her eyes, only hatred, what a sad mistake.
âI fucking hate y-â
The back of my hand made contact with the side of her face and sent her to the floor. She looked up at me from the floor. Where she belonged.
âI love you, Shelly.â
I dropped down beside her, my hands grabbing her by the throat.
âI love you more than anything.â
Slowly I squeeze.
âI could of given you the world.â
âYou⌠Do-donât⌠Love⌠Any⌠Th-thing.â
My eye twitched, my lip quivered, I felt years of anger and hate rise up in me, bubbling like boiling water about to over flow.
âI loved youâŚâ
Her eyes rolled back in her head, the heaving of her chest slowed, I felt her life slipping away.
âD-daddy?â
The voice startled me, before I could think I heard a small frame slam up against the wall, my hand stung from the strike. I looked horrified as my daughter lay in a heap on the floorâŚ
âH-hayleigh!?â
âM-monsterâŚâ
I scoop her up in my arms, the hand print already taking shape on the side of her face as the tears framed her cheeks.
âBabyâŚâ
I heard a phone dial, Shellyâs voice saying something but I couldnât take my eyes off of my baby. I looked around the room shocked suddenlyâŚ
âWhy am I not waking upâŚâ
I stood up with my little girl in my arms, the room suddenly came alive as my senses flooded with light, sirensâŚ
âWHY AM I NOT WAKING UP!?â
The fog liftedâŚ
This wasnât a dream.
I'll do whatever it takes
When I'm with you I get the shakes
My body aches when I ain't
With you I have zero strength
There's no limit on how far I would go
No boundaries, no lengths
Why do we say that until we get that person that we think's
Gonna be that one and then once we get 'em it's never the same?
You want them when they don't want you
Soon as they do feelings change
It's not a contest and I ain't on no conquest for no mate
I wasn't looking when I stumbled onto you must've been fate
But so much is at stake what the fuck does it take
Let's cut to the chase
'Fore a door shuts in your face
Promise me if I cave in and break and leave myself open
That I won't be making a mistake
Cause I'm a...
The light is sucked from the room and you are left wondering what happened.
âXavier Crossssss.â
A hiss in your ear, hot breathe on your neck.
âYour time has come to face GOD, my son.â
Your body tenses at the sudden pressure laid upon your shoulders.
âI want you to understand what exactly is at stake here Xavier because this more than just another World Title shot for you, the fate of an entire company is in your hands.â
Your knees buckle.
âDefeat me, take from the Age of X itâs greatest prize and make me out to be a complete fool and the wrestling world will praise you as itâs hero. No longer will you be the laughing stock, the prime example of a never was, your past full of failure will be whipped away in one shinning instantâŚâ
âJust like Joe Everyman.â
Contempt and sarcasm lace every word.
âThatâs what you face Xavier, a future where you will actually mean something to the mindless masses, a future where the hero your son dreams about will be the same as the man standing in the ring Sunday night, a future where Xavier Cross will be praised instead of loathed, loved instead of hated.â
âAn all new world.â
âIt could all be yours and all you have to do is beat min the middle of the ring. Itâs just that simple itâs a wonder no one has ever thought of that before, not even your very best friend, Alex Jones with his guaranteed title shot that he absolutely REFUSES to use becauseâŚâ
âWellâŚâ
âIâm sure he has a good reason why he ALLOWS my reign of absolute terror to continue while his friends line up one at a time to be ritualistically slaughtered at my feet. Yes Iâm sure there is a perfectly good excuse for why he so patiently waits and reminds us weekly, of course you have nothing to worry about, surely he will watch your back.â
Heh.
âThe man you screwed in another life, the man you went out of your way to embarrass in front of the entire world, Iâm absolutely sure he will watch your back Sunday Night as I rip your still beating heart from your chest and feast on your soul.â
I smile at the thought, you simply shudder.
âMetaphorically speaking of course.â
You shouldnât believe me.
âI know you have this dream of being the hero the people need, the hero your son wants you to be. I know because I was once foolish like you, foolish enough to think I could fight for other people, foolish enough to think doing the ârightâ thing would get me the recognition I seek. But you see me now Xavier, clearly fighting for the people isnât a winning battle.â
âThey do not care about you.â
âThey do not love you.â
âYou canât save them because they do not want to be saved. The people in the crowds, at home watching on their television screens are sheep begging to be lead. They were born to serve on bended knee and so I rose as the leader they deserved. Iâve brought about my own age of professional wrestling, one Iâve been talking about for nearly a decade and now itâs here.â
âThe Age of X.â
âIt isnât a simple marketing scheme to sell t-shirts, itâs a real thing Xavier. Something youâve experienced first hand when my former followed Spike Kane nailed you to a cross at MY command.â
I feel your blood boil beneath the skin.
âYou canât fight the Age of X, you are ill equipped for the task. To defeat me would mean to become me, to âsinkâ to my level and end my career for the sake of all your peers. Itâs just not something youâre capable of.â
âYouâre weak.â
âNow listen to me, I am more than a single match, a single win or loss, I am more than the sum of my parts. If you think simply defeating me this Sunday will be enough to end me or my reign than youâre dumber than I suspect. If you beat me Sunday Night, take MY Championship and try to restore order to the IWF it will only be the beginning.â
âI WILL NOT STOP AS LONG AS THERE IS AIR IN MY LUNGS.â
âThe IWF belongs to me as do every single one of you sniveling little worms and I will see you all grovel at my feet and BEG me for forgiveness, for salvation, for redemption and I will put my boot heel to each of your throats and CRUSH your wind pipes!â
My face takes shape, the sneer is evident, your name leaves an awful taste in my mouth.
âRenee Pleasant âbeatâ me and what did that accomplish? You pinned my shoulders to the mat just two weeks ago and what do you have to show for it? The Age of X is no weaker, my reign is no shorter, all you have done is extended your lives by a few days.â
âCongratulations.â
âBut know that it all comes to an end this weekend for you Xavier, the journey ends, the stories over and you will not be the hero you dreamed, all you will be is cautionary tale for the next worthless sack of human existence that steps before me.â
Bitterness doesnât suit you but you wear it like a badge of honor.
âWhile I believed in Mike Laszlo, even wished for his success, I donât believe in you. I donât see anything in you that leads me to believe youâve got what it takes to be here. Iâve watched you for years as you took the easy road every chance you got. You never worked for anything, earned anything, you used your friendships and allegiances to get you where you wanted to go and every single time you faced any sort of real oppositionâŚâ
âYou crumbled.â
âYou donât just face opposition Sunday, you face your worst nightmare. GOD made flesh, POWER incarnate, the single greatest professional wrestler that has ever or will ever set foot in a squared circle. The first, the last, the ONLY. I am everything you will never ever be and when the night ends you will not only crumble before me but you will be humbled, silent and whimpering as the masses look on in total disbelief at the sheer destruction they have just witnessed.â
You quiver with anger.
âYour body will lay in a bloody heap in the center of the ring, the canvas stained with your essence and I will STILL be the IWF World Champion, the Age of X will STILL rule over all that it sees and this companyâŚâ
âWill still be mine.â
âAnd there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.â
I laugh as you wince.
âNo anger or jokes or profound amount of cursing will save you, no threats or promises or meaningless quips will protect you. I take what I want, when I want it because NO ONE has the power to stop me, least of all a parasite such as you. A good for nothing leech sucking at the teat of the IWF waiting to be cut off.â
âYouâre not the hero.â
âI am.â
âI am saving professional wrestling from the fate you and yours condemned it too. Thanks to me there is a future for us, for our kind where professional wrestling will flourish, itâs combatants will be worshipped as GOD KINGS! Thanks to me your child will grow up in a world where GOOD wins, EVIL fails and GOD EXISTS.â
You feel defeated and I understand why.
âAnd after I save us from the likes of youâŚâ
âI will be the FATHER your son deserves.â
Itâs because youâve already failed.
So after a year and six months, it's no longer me that you want
But I love you so much it hurts
Never mistreated you once
I poured my heart out to you
Let down my guard swear to God
I'll blow my brains in your lap
Lay here and die in your arms
Drop to my knees and I'm pleading
I'm trying to stop you from leaving
You won't even listen so fuck it
I'm trying to stop you from breathing
I put both hands on your throat
I sit on top of you squeezing
'Til I snap your neck like a Popsicle stick
Ain't no possible reason I could think of to let you walk up out this house
And let you live
Tears stream down both of my cheeks
Then I let you go and just give
And before I put that gun to my temple
I told you this
He sat in the back of the police cruiser, his face flashing the same as the lights around him. The whole neighborhood gathered on the side walk to observe as the single mother of three sat huddled on her stoop with a blanket around her shoulders.
*Bang-Bang*
âHey fucker, youâre gonna burn for this.â
The man in blue looked down through the glass at GOD, he didnât move, he didnât speak, he barely breathed. Heâd had dreams before, vicious, violent dreams but this wasnât one of them.
âI know you can hear me fuck face. You donât ever put your hands on your kidsâ
GOD heard him, he heard the tiny words of an angry mortal but he didnât care. He knew nothing, loved nothing, heâd never been where GOD had been, done what GOD had done. Heâd die for his family if askedâŚ
âDonât get used to the cushion, child beating fucks like you usually end up as another manâs bitch where youâre going.â
The taunts went in one ear and out the other. GOD looked up, his eyes meeting that of Shellyâs, they were thirty or so yards apart separated by glass and steel but he had never felt further away from her. His heart hurt for her, burned for her, Shelly never felt colder. She held their daughter now, Hayleigh refused to look at the monster she called DaddyâŚ
He sat alone locked up in the dark now, hours had passed. The steel felt cold beneath him, hard, how anyone could sleep in here he didnât know. The door unlocked, it was the first sound heâd heard in hours. Light flooded the small room and there she stood.
His savior.
âAna.â
She looked so sad suddenly, so hurt and fragile. She tried to hide the relived smile on her face but it was hard.
âJesus Christ, Angel.â
Itâd been a long time since he heard her say is name, something about it melted his heart for a second. She stepped forward and he wrapped himself around her waist, the shell of GOD falling away and Angel Blake remaining, exposed.
âI think Iâm going crazyâŚâ
âShhhh, itâs ok baby.â
She stroked his hair in the darkness as he kneeled against.
âEverything is going to be ok.
He pressed his head up against the bosom of Ana Valentine. Her exterior hardened, became cold, so much like the GOD she worshipped one had to wonder who was GOD nowâŚ
And I would have did anything for you
To show you how much I adored you
But it's over now
It's too late to save our love
Just promise me you'll think of me every time you look up in the sky and see a star 'cause I'm a...
"I will save him becoming you."
Well howdy there pardner.