Hush little Sister 35

Author Note: *Eyes fill with tears* I was just rereading the reviews, and looking at all the followers and stats to this story...you are all amazing. Really, I am blessed you all loved this story so much.

HOWEVER...

I have a sequel that I am a little concerned nobody has noticed or cared about. If you guys would like to read it, the title is "Hush Big Brother", and in fact, this is a series of mine I will be writing. I will releash the titles on the next update of the sequel...so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE check it out! :D

And, just 'cause you guys are that awesome to me, I am writing a little more on this story in a second, after the annoucement. I hope you guys don't mind a bonus chapter ;)

Things were alright now.

While Kendall honestly never thought he'd think/say that for the longest time, he knew they were. But at the same time, they weren't.

Carson was finally dead. Their demon father was finally dead, gone, and passed, and they didn't have to worry about him anymore. He and Katie had a new legal gaurdian who was already like their mother, and most of all, Katie was safe and happy. All of these things were the good things.

The bad thing was that he was permantely scarred; all of them were.

He'd honestly hoped letting go and moving forth with a happy life was going to be easy. He had the reason in the world to be happy and thankful, but at the same time, his body was still bruised and beaten deep inside. His heart had been shattered so many times; it was hard to see any other life than pain and suffering for him some days, even now. Images of the past stained his mind and memories, and he often had intense nightmares, ones that replayed the worst memories.

"Where are we going?" he now inquired to Ms. Knight. He and Katie had been living with her for a little less than two months, and it still made him on edge to go anywhere that might surprise him.

"Church," she replied as she pulled into a large driveway, and he paled.

It wasn't like ever not believing in God. But he had stopped believing that He cared what happened to himself and Katie.

Their mother, when she was alive, took him to church with her every Sunday and half of the time of Wednesdays. Ever since her death and the abuse began again, however, things had changed within him, not only physically and mentally, but religion wise as well. He walked in fear and doubt about everything, which meant he hadn't to gone to church in years.

And now he was being pulled right back in.

Doubt was both so high, and yet so low.

The blonde preteen stood in front of the cross, staring and imaganing Jesus hanging there, beaten so bad he didn't look like a man. He imagined himself in that position as well, at his father's side, and Katie crying on her knees in front of him. Shuddering, he slowly touched the wood, how smooth it was and how much beauty it seemed to bring to the alter.

"Is there a problem, son?" the preacher's old, weathered voice made the younger whirl around, face flushed and eyes cautious.

"No sir," he replied, head bowed as he mumbled his response while scurrying toward the door, "have a nice day."

"My brother in Christ, I wish to speak with you," the preacher touched the youth's shoulder lightly, making him tense up as he locked his gaze back ot his own, "I am concerned."

"You shouldn't be," that was a half lie in Kendall's mind, but it only made the elder more worried.

Needless to say, the two of them ended up sitting down on the front pew before the cross, Katie soon in her brother's lap, as the two of them reopened their history and life.

Patrick Keller had seen many, many things in all of his years ago a preacher.

He'd seen the abused, the physically disabled, the mentally disabled, the dying, the dead, the born, the emotional, the bipolar, the fearful, the fearless, the Untouchables, the lost, the found, the murderers, the feared, and those who were in his own family.

But he'd never seen anything quite like the two Knight children.

To him and to obviously many more, their legacy was amazing. Both of them had seen and had so much done to them at such young ages, and yet Katie was still happy, and Kendall was still protective. Both of them had true strength it took himself many, many years to gain, and both of them were also wise and hopeful. Their story was amazing, and he wanted nothing more to save their souls and teach them how to love and trust again.

It was going to take some time, bt it was far from being too late.

He'd called her a little angel.

Katie smiled when he told her that, and Kendall did the same, more wrly. She didn't really understand why her brother still looked a little cautious, but she was happy she would be seeing Mr. Patrick again. It gave both of them hope, and she was skipping as she walked, climbing into Kendall's lap once in the car.

"He was nice," she commetned, snuggling to his chest, and he smiled in response to that.

Hope.

It was a beautiful thing, and most of all, it erased his doubt and filled him with a fact that was even better:

The two of them were still loved.

Kendall and Katie were going to amount to amazing things and she knew it.

They were her children now, and while that brought many preassures, she knew she could raise them with a little guidance from God and from the community of their small Minnosata town. As they adapted to the cold once again, they could also adapt to Christianty and learn to trust and love with gentle hands and loving smiles. After the service, her faith was renewed, as was her bravery and detirmanation.

The two of them were both fallen angels.

And now, with the love and guidance of Patrick and Officer Johnson, she was going heal their broken wings and teach them how to fly.

Author Note: Don't forget to check out my sequel, and thank you so much again! :D