Angel's Seduction-Part Ten
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Angel's Seduction copyrighted (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
The shadows hold demons. Things I’ve always known existed, yet have never seen. Hands grasp me, trying to pull me deep into their hell.
Footsteps sound behind me. My mind cries out in fear. They are coming for me. Chains and whips are being prepared. I’ll be destroyed. Tripping, I sprawl. My clumsiness gives them a chance to catch me. Clawed hands reach for me.
“No,” I sob.
Their words are garbled. My mind pushed beyond endurance hides what they’re saying to me. My arms are grabbed.
I jerk away, scurrying to hide in the corner. I must still be in an alley for walls are closing in. Tucking my head under my arms, I turn my back to the demons. More scars will appear after they are finished.
The words drift on the dank night air. For a moment, I believe I utter them. I’ve spent all of my life apologizing for the very air I breath. One of the shadows kneels beside me and I cower further into the corner. I fear returning to my father more than I fear the touch of any demon.
Guilt fills those words, but they don’t come from me. With a caution born of numerous encounters, I raise my head enough to look the monster in the face.
A sad blue gaze stares back at me. He kneels in the filth and refuse littering the ground. He ignores the menacing shades gathering around us. He reaches out a trembling hand. I don’t back away.
“I’ve been selfish.” His smile is filled with anger, but it isn’t directed at me. “I pushed and led you where I wanted you to go. I never thought about you or your feelings.”
His naked palm cups my face. I close my eyes, nuzzling into his hand. He scares me. I’m frightened by the path he wishes me to travel. Yet for all my fear, I know he won’t hurt me. Not like my father does. My hurt will come when he realizes the true depth of my insanity and turns from me.
“Why?” I can’t help but ask.
“Why you?” His other hand encircles my waist and helps me stand.
I sense the presence of my uncle. Glancing around, I see him, waiting at the alley entrance. Though I can’t see his face, I detect something in the way he holds his body. It seems as if Uncle is concerned about me.
“Yes.” Actual sentences are beyond my tongue.
“I wish to tell you. To open my heart to you and let you see everything, but I would have you taken care of and tucked in bed. My pushing has taken a toll on you.” Greyson supports my body as we move towards the carriages.
Uncle makes no protest when Greyson helps me into his own carriage. I touch my uncle’s sleeve, letting him know I’m all right for that moment in time. My knees buckle and I sit, too tired to worry about being close to the duke.
“He’ll come home with me.” Greyson’s voice holds a subtle command.
I see my uncle nod. “It’s best. I can’t deny my brother entrance to my house, so he’ll be safe from his father with you.”
I feel my uncle’s gaze rest on me for a second but it’s too much effort to meet his eyes.
“Be gentle with him, Greyson. For all that he is an adult, his life has been lived in a prison of his father’s making. You’ll have to help him understand who he really is. You’ll have to undo years of abuse and brain washing.” Uncle reaches through the open door and squeezes my hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I acknowledge his words. Maybe he can explain the hatred my father holds for us both. Greyson shakes Uncle’s hand and climbs in to sit beside me. His arm wraps around my shoulders and I settle as close to him as I can. His chin rests on my head. I feel his sigh ruffle my hair.
“Let’s go home, Angel. I’ll restore you to Heaven even if it means letting you go.”
I don’t believe those words. Deep inside my agony grows. I’m terrified. I have become too accustomed to hell to ever feel comfortable in Heaven.