(Okay this is the first chapter of Uriel's story make sure you try Heaven's Grace and tell if you want more of this story or that story or if you want both because I am willing to do both like I said this is just the first chapter kind of a sneak peak of what to expect if you choose Uriel's story)
Chapter1: A Horrible Life
I was three when my sister died we were only one year apart. She died in her bed due to a "genetic" issue. But that wasn't the truth not in this house. She was dead because she screamed. When my father had came in to touch her that night like any other night, but due to the power going out his shadow had made her scream in terror. My father miss took her scream of terror as a scream for help a sign that she was fighting his advances and she died that night with her face stuff deeply into a pillow. If you had looked at her while she was dead she would have looked like she had snuggled deeply into her bed her face turn into her pillow. I remember everything from when my mom found her body and started whimpering on the verge of tears, to my father who was laughing and sneering. After yelling at my mother to shut up he turned to me and sneered. I looked down at the floor. "Now Uriel, boy I want you to listen to me when those cops and ambulance come keep your fucking mouth shut. Let me do all the talking you better pretend like your mute. Do you understand." He ordered. Still looking down at the floor I nodded. "Yes Master." I said still looking down. I learned a long time ago that father always wanted to be called Master or Sir. Most of the time he liked to be called Master. Especially by my mom. I heard my father on the phone and he let my mom cry out her pain he said it would be realistic for when everyone showed up. I watched as he lied on the phone, eventually I got sick of it picked up one of my stuffed animals and walked into my room. I heard the sirens very soon I heard the emergency vehicles pull up. Their loud blaring sirens practically broke my ear drums. I saw what looked like a dozen people come into the house. I heard a lot of voices down stairs, many among many conversations were going on down stairs the only problem is that I could only focus on one and it wasn't the words in the conversation it was the noise. It was who ever my mom was having a conversation with. With every word of the conversation her voice was cracking, she was whimpering, sniffling and everything. She sound like she was the one who was dying. I frowned and tried to stopped listening. But I couldn't. Soon I had to force myself to go to sleep but my mom's screams, my sister's body and my father's sneer haunted my dreams swirling them and changing them into awful, horrible nightmares.