DisillusionedRS: You ain't seen suspenseful yet!
Cassandra: Metatron is good people…and "Sense and Sensibility" *sigh* is a great movie. I have the special edition DVD. I'm slowly building my Rickman collection. I have five of his movies…only a lot more to go! :)
Charm: Less sugar, more sleep…*backs away slowly*
Ok, since that's done…I don't anything in this chapter. Not even the plot…my muse is taking credit for that one. Even the computer belongs to someone else…Liz is Janeane Garafolo's character, for anyone who didn't watch all the credits to get her name.
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She awoke again to someone pounding violently on the door, but this time she heard Liz's voice through the door.
"Bethany! Are you ok? Mrs. Waterman called me! She told me what happened!" Bethany pulled the door open and Liz swept in. "Jesus, are you ok?" She was pulled into a hug and Bethany rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine now. It was just disturbing, that's all." Liz began moving about the room, picking up objects.
"Let's go."
"What?"
"You are not staying here until the asshole's caught, and my apartment's being fumigated. We'll stay in a hotel until this is resolved." Liz went into the back room and pulled a suitcase from under the bed and began filling it with clothing. Bethany knew not to argue with her best friend when she was like this; it would only cause more trouble. So she resigned and went into the bathroom, grabbing her essentials. Twenty minutes later, they were in Liz's car, driving to the Motel 6. They checked in and Bethany collapsed on the bed. Liz came over and began rubbing her feet.
"You know, all this stress isn't good for you or the baby. You are taking tomorrow off and relaxing."
"But—"
"No buts Bethany Sloane. Now, get to sleep." She pointed to the bed, and Bethany sighed. This was not an argument she could win, so she crawled up into the bed and turned away from Liz. Liz opened the window slightly then crawled into the other twin and shut out the light, setting the alarm.
Bethany stayed up, despite her orders, thinking about what Brett had said. She knew she shouldn't dwell on it, but his words kept repeating over and over in her head.
~You're a pathetic woman who can't keep a man for more than ten minutes, well, without paying him. You're a lousy Catholic…you work in an abortion clinic for Christ sake.~
A silent tear fell down her cheek. What if he was right? She didn't deserve anything…her life had been filled with sin and doubt. There was no way God could ever forgive her.
~I hope you like what you've become, Bethany Sloane, because God knows no one else does.~
She choked back a sob and stood, stretching her legs. She walked to the window, sighing in exasperation. As she looked onto the street, a gust of wind from the open window blew open the book on her table, which her mother had talked her into reading. Sighing, she grabbed it and looked at the page.
"You are free in Christ, but you will be defeated if the devil can deceive you into believing you are nothing more than a sin-sick product of your past." *
She rolled her eyes and looked up, wondering which one had done it. It seems they were indeed watching. Knowing she wasn't going to get to sleep, she flicked on the radio and grabbed the Gideon Bible from the nightstand. Opening it to random page, she began to read.
"Forgetting what is behind and straining towards what is ahead, I press on towards the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenwards in Christ Jesus." **
This time she laughed out loud, but quickly clapped her hand over her mouth. She looked over at Liz, who was sound asleep. Thank God she's a deep sleeper, she thought. She closed the book as a soft melody came on the radio, and she recognized the voice as Sarah McLachlin.
~Spend all your time waiting for that second chance for the break that will make it OK
There's always some reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction or a beautiful release; memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the Angel far away from here; from this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn, there's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies that make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escape one last time it's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
In the arms of the Angel far away from here; from this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here~
Smiling for the first time in a while, Bethany shut off the radio and sunk back down in her covers. Just before she drifted off, she felt a cool hand on her forehead, and she sighed in contentment.
Down in the street, a car sped off, the driver laughing and congratulating himself. Tomorrow would bring about his redemption, and sweet revenge.
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And there is one of my infamous cliffhangers. *evil cackling ensues* Though this one isn't that bad…not as bad as my other ones…I've been threatened with some nasty things because of them.
* The Bondage Breaker, p. 11
** Philippians 3: 13-14