As I lay curled up, I heard the front door opening.
Mike, Sophie, Monica and his HIGHNESS was back, and I could hear them talking.
"Oh they must be SO happy!" I growled, unable to let my rage go.
"What happened to the vase?" I heard Mike asked, confused.
I felt a pang of guilt then - I had forgotten to clean it up, and I didn't want to hurt Mike or Sophie - they were innocent and pure.
"I just want to know if Rachael is alright!" I heard Sophie say.
I had to smile at that, I couln't help it - so pure!
Then the pain came back and I groaned, closing my eyes.
Realising I would have to face them eventually, I gritted my teeth through it and got up, making sure to put slippers on to hide my feet.
Still fuming, I came out the room and into the passage where they were.
"There you are!" Monica smiled, "we were all worried so much about you."
"All of you? Wow, I feel so special!" I spat.
It took her by surprise, but she chose her words carefully.
"Where were you?" she asked gently, "I thought you'd be the first in the church."
I gritted my teeth, livid.
"Well maybe if GOD was worth my time, I'd give it to him!" I growled fearlessly, literally tasting the bitterness.
In the corner of my eye I saw Zach look down, while Monica looked stunned. Mike and Sophie remained silent, horrified.
"Rachael, you can't mean that...after everything..."
"Oh BELIEVE me, I mean it!" I snapped, looking her in the eye.
She looked pretty upset then.
"You can't..." she stuttered.
I glared at her and shook my head, storming past her into the bathroom.
Ignoring the bits of blood I had missed, I got dressed.
I held my stomach for a little bit, trying to block it out.
Then, I left the bathroom again.
They were all still standing there, somewhat shocked.
I looked at Mike.
"Thank you for letting me stay here - I really appreciate it. I broke your vase and I've damaged your bathroom. I seriously am sorry for that - I'll send you money to pay for it all. Goodbye."
"Rachael wait..." Monica pleaded.
I froze, growing more angry.
I sighed and looked at her.
"Just hours ago you loved God with all your heart - and now you're saying these things, and letting anger win? What about what you promised?" she asked desperately.
"What about it?" I snapped, flaring again.
"You PROMISED God you would serve him!" she tried, clinging to anything.
It was too much.
"God, can SHOVE IT!" I roared, making her jump. Mike and Sophie backed off, not daring to interupt.
"Rachael..." Zach tried gently, but it complely threw me over the edge.
"DON'T!" I shouted, finally looking at him.
He looked so sad, and almost frightened even.
Good, he had a very slight idea of how I had felt.
"You have got NO idea of what kind of pain I am in." I growled, dangerously quiet.
"Rachael, the people of this town are hurting..." Monica reminded me.
This only caused more guilt to built up though, and I didn't appreciate in the slightest.
"The people of the town have God!" I argued, "the church is open. The message is quite clear, if they're in there and giving God everything, THEN they can be safe and feel happy, but SCREW it if they're not in there!"
"That is not true!" Zach stated, stepping towards me.
"DON'T!" I shouted again, and he froze.
"It IS true! Keep away from me - I want NOTHING to do with you!" I growled, shaking, "you have no idea...NO idea..."
"I do, just let me help you..."
"HELP ME? You should have came when I NEEDED you, not when you FEEL like it!"
With that, I turned away and walked out the door, slamming it hard behind me.
Tears falling freely now from rage and just pure hurt, I stormed down the street.
Passing the church, I kicked the sign.
I threw my bag at the wall and sat against it, curling up.
I folded my arms round my knees and wept, desperate.
Some time passed, then I was rudely interupted.
"Ohhhh, what's wrong?" he sneered.
Furious, I jumped to my feet.
"Drop dead!" I shouted, much to his delight.
He cackled, and pointed at me.
"Ohh this is GOLD! I won! Look how pathetic you are!" he jeered.
"Says YOU, you piece of shit!" I snapped back.
He snorted.
"I am the master of my domain. You, have just lost everything. You lost your innocence, your care, and you lost your love for God." he giggled, quite happy.
I shook my head, repulsed by him.
"Go to hell." I told him quietly.
He snorted again, but didn't budge.
He sighed.
"Well, I already raped you - might as well have more fun. You need punished for your bad attitude!" he threatened, suddenly hitting me.
I couldn't stand it - I WOULDN'T stand for it.
Shouting, I let go and barged into him, beating him as hard as I possibly could.
He actually seemed surprised - must have thought he's turn me into a shivering wreck, but this happened instead...
He hit me back and in seconds we were rolling around in a furious fight.
As I hit him, I kept imagining the rape and comments, and I kept imagining the pain I had been feeling, and it all came out in punches.
"Hey, stop it!" a voice suddenly cried out.
Looking up, we realised it was Joey.
I gritted my teeth, but stopped.
Joey had already been through too much.
"Ahh Joey..." Lucifer grinned, quite delighted, "good to see you again!"
"Shut up!" I growled at him as we stood up.
"You - you're that bad man!" Joey stated, slow and upset, "On that bad day!"
Satan laughed.
"Miss me?" he grinned.
"Leave him alone!" I demanded forcefully, standing between them.
"Joey, go home." I told him.
"It was you're fault!" Joey suddenly shouted, pointing at satan.
"Joey..."
"No, it was him, it was him!" he insisted, getting worked up.
"Please, Joey, please go home." I begged, desperate for him to go.
"Why would you hurt everyone and hurt my kitties?" he groaned, now rocking.
Satan laughed.
"It was fun." he answered, sickingly.
"You're a bad man!" Joey shouted, pointing his finger at him.
I sighed, looking down.
"Yeah I am bad - and I love it! You wanna go see your kitties again, Joey?" he offered dangerously.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I shouted.
But he had got his attention...
"Where are they?" Joey asked, looking around, so innocent and childlike.
I was getting desperate and panicky, looking around for help...but there was no-one...
I looked down and spotted a very sharp rock.
I picked it up, and pointed it at the devil.
"You keep away from him!" I warmed him, deadly seriously.
"He's gonna diiieeeeeeee like the kids ddiiiiiidddddd." he tormented, pushing me.
"He's not!" I spat, shaking.
"Oh he is - cos I'm gonna do THIS!" he tormented, suddenly attacking poor Joey.
"STOP!" I shouted, diving on him.
I had actually forgotten about the sharp rock...I just wanted him to get off Joey...and then Joey cried in real pain.
I froze, as satan laughed with glee and vanished.
Assessing the situation, my heart began hammering...
Poor Joey had been cut my the rock...across his throat...
"Joey?" I croaked desperately.
The look he gave me - I will never forget it.
His eyes were wide and desperate - they were confused and scared.
He held his hand across his throat, unable to speak as he gargled his own blood.
Tears swam as I ripped my shirt and covered his throat tight to try and stem the flow, whilst trying to let him breathe...
Andrew appeared.
All anger and hate before was gone...
I shook my head.
"He can't die, he did nothing wrong, it's not fair!" I croaked, shaking.
Andrew also had tears.
"He won't suffer where he is going."
"Then the devil is winning...he's been winning all day." I sniffed.
"Joey...? Joey I am so sorry...please forgive me." I whimpered, holding his hand, tears streaming down my face.
He grunted, but he looked me in the eyes and blinked meaningfully.
His eyes started to fade over, and Andrew gently took his hand, rubbing his arm.
In moments, he had passed.
His spirit left his body, and he stood quite peacefully with Andrew.
"I'm so sorry!" I pleaded, unimaginable guilt surging through me.
But Joey, so good and pure, knelt infront of me.
He didn't say anything at first, he simply pulled me into a hug.
"I know you're hurting, and I am sorry you are." He started, voice now clear and not slow, "you tried to help me. It is not your fault."
"I still picked up that rock and I still cut you...and now you have to die - what could I ever do to make this up to you? To put it right?" I begged, hysterical.
Joey sighed, holding me closer.
"I forgive you, Rachael. You need to forgive yourself...and reconcile with God." he informed me.
That made me freeze.
I could say nothing...I couldn't hurt Joey by saying no, nor could I agree.
So I remained silent and watched as he turned to Andrew.
"Can I see my kittens?" he asked innocently.
"Of course." Andrew smiled, turning to lead the way.
As they walked into the light, he turned back to me.
"Joey is right." he informed me softly.
I tried not to cry then...I was so lost and angry and scared and hurt all at the same time...
They slowly dissapeared with the light, and I was left alone cradling Joey's body.