Chapter Six: Flashbacks I remember the blue eyed innocent boy I knew growing up. He was shorter then, with jet black hair before he died it navy blue. He loved his neon orange shirt and blue shorts; he loved rolling in dirt and playing tag with me. Daniel and I grew up together, he was softer then, his facial features were more boyish, he was like a hairless cat. But he was my best friend.
The day I turned sixteen though that all changed. I finally told Daniel what I was, the whole story as my mother told me. He was stunned, didn t speak to me for at least a week, but once we saw each other again everything was fine, he promised he d never leave me and he d follow me through it all. Of course even when he said that I saw deep within his eyes his whole life, I knew he would be one of my betrayers but I loved him so much as a friend and brother that I let him stay close to me. After his mother died, he changed. He became a man; harder, mature, quiet, observing. He became the Daniel I came to love, now at age twenty eight he still is the Daniel I love.
Except now he s a traitor.
Fast forward three years later, I met Bethel. Now she was the hardest, she was a rocker groupie; she worked at a strip bar as a waitress and suffered abuse by her mother and older brother. She had short black hair back then, wore brown contacts making her eyes look like mud, and always a scowl on her face. She wore fishnet stockings, heavy black makeup, and harlot red lipstick that made her look like some prostitute. I met her in the most unconventional way possible.
She was sitting on the sidewalk to my house freezing since it was close to December. The lights from the decorated houses were shining on her face, her makeup was leaking and her lipstick was smeared all over her face. She looked up at me with her brown contacts masking her green twinkly eyes, she smiled and then looked down.
Get away from me Princess, I m a bad, bad, sinner. She wept.
Sister, why do you weep? I sat down near her on the cold sidewalk. Princess, it s cold. She sniffed her nose and wiped her eyes on a dirty black trench coat. I don t care. I made myself comfortable rubbing my hands together looking into her troubled eyes.
Your eyes are green today. I smiled, she took off the lenses. Yes. She said hesitantly, does it look bad? I think it s the best look you ve had. I smiled as we sat there in silence. Occasionally she sniffled. I didn t want to force her to talk unless she was ready. Judit - I mean, Princess. I smiled.
Yes? She said nothing.
I stood up, Come. I held my hands out as she hastily took it.
Where are we going? Home. We walked around the corner and up the block to my house which was also decorated because, even though it s not Brother s birthday, I still enjoy decorating.
You re house is beautiful. Bethel said as we entered.
Thank you, it s my parent s house though. I don t live by myself. Wow. She examined the interior, I thought The Princess would live in High Class. But this is so modern, it s like my house. She looked sad again, my house. We sat down on the beige couch as she laughed at the little pink flowers as the wallpaper and marveled at our flat screen. What s your name? I asked as if I didn t already know.
Bethel. Bethel Deutscher. She said looking at me intently wondering where I m going with this.
Bethel Deutscher, would you like something to eat, or drink? Call me Bethel; and no thank you Princess. The clock was ticking, it was the only noise among us.
Are you cold? I took off my coat and draped it around her. She tried to take it off but I placed my hand over her cold pale hand and told her no. I went upstairs and got a hunter green velvet sweater dress, with black tights and black fur boots with green gloves and a black hat. I hardly wore this, and it would look great with her eyes. I went back downstairs and held the clothes out to her, she told me no but I kept telling her yes. She finally went and changed.
How did you know this was my style? She asked after she showered and put the clothes on.
Because I know all, I just know. I shrugged from my bed.
Thank you Princess. She exclaimed happily. Here, I gave her my trench coat, take this too. Oh no. She looked stunned by my gifts.
Take it. Merry Christmas. Christmas is three days away Princess. Take it. How old are you? She asked examining the coat not wanting to touch it.
Stop changing the subject Bethel. I said telepathically.
You can read my mind? her eyes went wide. her eyes are beautiful, they re green as spring grass and twinkly. She covered her mouth to hide a gasp.
Yes I can read your mind Bethel. She let out a hoot.
That s so cool! She said out loud.
Thank you. I responded sitting back on my bed not changing. I had a white knit sweater on and dark blue jeans with white ankle boots. My hair was loose and wavy.
What s wrong Bethel? I cocked my head to the side trying to coax what s bothering her out of her. I mean I already knew, but I wanted her to tell me.
You read minds, you know. She said quietly looking at her fingers. Smart girl. I d like you to tell me, I don t use my gift on everyone because I give them privacy. She sat next to me not looking in my eyes. My brother tried to hurt me. She bit her lip, he tried to rape me because I didn t pay the rent of which he and my mother live on. And your father? Is with Your Brother. She said closing her eyes. Meaning, her father was dead.
I understand. I put my hand over hers and she smiled.
Thank you for this Princess. You re welcome. My brother is a very mean man, he s twenty one and he s jobless, my mother smokes cigarettes a lot so I m the only one working. It s hard on me. How old are you? Twenty. One year older than me. I rubbed her shoulder. I don t want to go back. So don t. Princess - Bethel. Do you believe who I am? Of course, you are The Redeemer. Do you believe my word? Yes. She looked stunned I was asking these questions. Then don t go back to work, your faith is to be my advisor. She smiled at me and it took her a moment to think over, but she agreed hesitantly and quit her job the next week. She came back to me telling me her parents threw her out and her brother is after her. But I took her in and took care of her, then she became my first female advisor. My second female advisor is Eden Daffodil Montgomery, she came in the picture when I was twenty three she s the daughter of a nanny that could babysit Bethel when she was younger, Bethel wanted to visit Eden so we went when we heard she was in labor. We didn t know she would die though, all we knew was she was in labor for about a day now and she was having a hard time. She didn t want a c-section she wanted it naturally, so her husband agreed but her family didn t. Bethel also got involved and started yelling at her.
You could die Eden! She shouted over her.
I know. Eden said painfully.
Take the C-Section, please Eden! Bethel begged holding back tears. She turned and looked at me, I nodded my head and looked back at Eden.
Redeemer. She reached out her hands and I took it.
Please. Bethel mouthed, she wanted me to save Eden. The monitors went crazy as Eden gave one final push and gripped my hand like it was her lifeline, she shouted and screamed, then the baby came out as she laid back dead. The baby! Bethel shouted. I looked at the baby was a still born. The doctors ran to the incubator with the baby, and when they weren t looking I placed my hand on Edens forehead which felt like fire had burned it and spoke:
Eden Daffodil Montgomery Descendant of Abraham,
Prophet of The Most High God,
Get up I tell you,
Your duty is not done. With one fluid motion she sat up healed and filled with energy smiling. The doctors came rushing in looking at me and at her.
What did you do? They questioned.
I did what I do. I turned back to Eden who looked up at me expectantly. Your daughter is . . . Her smile faded as she cried.
I remember Eden crying for days, she never left her room and two years later after her husband died it was just her on her own. Bethel moved out of my place getting her own place not too far and told Eden to live with her which Eden agreed. That same year, when I met Rupert. Now his is a funny story.
I was driving on the bridge headed towards New Jersey to pick up Daniel who was doing a church program when I saw this guy who was in the hot summer heat on his knees begging for something. Pull over. Brother s voice said. I pulled over and got out, as I approached the guy I felt something I didn t feel before, anger. I knew right then and there this guy would betray me if I made him close to me, but I knew he needed help and offered to help him, however I didn t plan on making him part of my six. You. I couldn t use his name otherwise he would ask how I knew it.
Yes? He squinted looking at me. He stunk like beer.
Do you need help? Will you lend me a quarter? He was homeless he explained, and hungry. He just got here from Ireland and his parents threw him out since he didn t live up to their expectations, he was tired and wanted to sleep. He had a scratch that looked infected. Help him. Brother s voice filled my head like a thick fog.
But what if he hurts me? I said afraid.
Trust me, Sister.
I offered to give him a ride, silently praying that he doesn t hurt me. It wasn t that I didn t trust brother but this guy gave me a bad vibe. Thank you. He ran his hands through his hair that was greasy, his red shirt was dirty with stains, his brown shorts were stained with yellow and orange, his beard and leg hair was growing out of control. He looked lost and utterly hurt. What s your name? Rupert. Rupert Peterson Sync. I m Irish. He said with a big yellow grin.
I could tell he was proud. So what brings you here? I kept my eyes on the road driving to New Jersey. I was walking when I got tired. I knew it was more than that.
I let the silence stretch between us so he could tell me the truth.
Princess, he began, I m with the Devil. I know. He looked at me shocked, what is with people shocked that I know their past and future? You know who I am, why is it a shock? Maybe they re shocked you re reading their minds. Brother interjected.
Like you re doing now? I said annoyed rolling my eyes. How? He asked.
I know all Rupert Peterson Sync. Just Rupert. He said rolling his r and p it s an Irish thing. I was with the Devil Princess, I don t deserve you. But I need you dearly he turned and looked at me, I came back from Iraq a few months ago, my wife was killed, my kids are all grown up living in different parts of the world but I was never in their life since I m military. I m lonely and my own parents don t want me. He ran his hands through his hair again, I sound whiney I know. No, I m here. I said smiling.
He smiled back.
We picked up Daniel and was on our way back with all three of us in the car, II pulled up to Daniel s house first and let him out as I drove to mine.
Stay here. I said smiling.
Princess you are Holy. He said stunned.
I know but I am here to reedem. Let me help you Rupert. The light is good. I preached.
He smiled and went upstairs to the room that use to be Bethels but now his. He stayed there for a year as he found his way to the light, we attended Church, he helped Daniel out, he read the bible with me, he found the light. And that same year I found Eden, he found the light and became my advisor. I now had four. When I was twenty five my fifth advisor, Cornelius Davenport, came into the picture. He too was ex-military, from the Navy though unlike Rupert who was Airforce. Cornelius caught the eye of Eden and they started to bond and heal together, Rupert moved into a house with Daniel and told Cornelius he s welcomed to live there too but he declined saying he was living alone. Cornelius was the tough one to get to know since he was so closed up, he didn t like to talk or be alone with me either. I knew he would be one to betray me just from his actions, but because Eden was so happy I couldn t let him go. I wanted her to be happy, Cornelius came to the house one day just to meet me, The Redeemer, to see with his own eyes if I was real, and that s when everything fell into place. One look into my hazel eyes he dropped to the floor and began to worship me, Eden s face was flushed red as Bethel giggled and tried to hide it. I stood by the door looking down at Cornelius who continued to praise me, and looking up at Eden who wore a green flower dress and flip flops, it was early August. Are you okay Eden? She looked at me, her green eyes widening.
Cornelius stood up and looked at her, their eyes locked and never left each other from that day on. Everyone knew they were dating but they refused to admit it, so we let them be.
The thing with Cornelius was he was very temperamental, if you didn t agree with him he would go crazy and start yelling in his British accent. Eden found it charming, Daniel found it annoying, Bethel found it challenging, I found it dramatic. It was a mess amongst us but we dealt with it. But that day, as soon as his eyes met mine I knew who he was, I felt anger boil up, I wanted to throw him out, I knew he would be the one to deliver me to my death. But I didn t, Eden is like my sister, I couldn t do that to her.
Very good sister, you have learned to love. I know Brother. I remember having this conversation with my Brother and St. Michael in my head later on the next day. Eden was at the beach with Cornelius, Bethel went to fix her hair, and Daniel was reading downstairs. I stayed in my room, with the air conditioner on and sat there in my blue capri s and yellow halter top with butterflies on it, I had a little flower in my hair and tied it up in a bun. But I want to throw him out so badly. I closed my eyes.
I know you do. Brother said softly.
You should have. St. Michael said roughly, I could tell he was crossing his arms.
Brother laughed in his velvety chuckle voice. St. Michael, why do you say that? Did you encourage me to let go of Judas? No. St. Michael said hesitantly. I concentrated on their voices touching my heated necklace. I can t let Cornelius go Brother, he makes Eden happy. Even though he is my enemy. I scowled.
Love thy enemy as you love yourself. He quoted his parable.
Oh Brother. I rolled my eyes.
I agree with Judith, Master. St. Michael said, He will turn her over. It s been seen. St. Michael said.
Then she will die to redeem right? The necklace stopped glowing, I could tell St. Michael was angry, but right now. He ll deal with Brother. I knew Eden was happy, so that s why I never got rid of Cornelius, he made my sister happy.
Rosemairee was very odd. Her problem was she didn t know what to wear for the ball she was throwing for me. Her mother wanted her to throw a party for me, The Redeemer, and she agreed to it. But Rosemairee being spoiled rich, didn t know what to wear even when she had a closet the size of a shopping mall. It was a few minutes before the party, I walked up the stairs to look around, I had on a white ball gown that shimmered and a swan mask, my hair was in curls, a high bun curl and braids that led to it,then it cascaded down to my lower back in soft brunette waves. My lips were painted the lightest shade of red, and my hazel eyes were twinkling from the lights. I walked into a room and saw Rosemairee sitting on her bed in a robe crying.
Why do you weep? I sat near her.
Who are you? She looked up at me afraid, but then collapsed in my lap and wept more. I placed my hand on her hair.
I m Judith. I said lightly.
I have a party for The Redeemer and now I have nothing to wear, I want her to see me. I want her to love me and accept me as I accept her. I want to journey the world with her and escape my mother who doesn t love me, but wants me to look nice so I can make her look good. I m so unhappy, and now I can t look nice because I have nothing. I thought for a second and then stood up making my way to her closet. What about this? I held up a long, satin, peach dress.
No, I wore that already. She waved her hand dismissing it, I looked at it and went into her closet and shut the door. I could tell she was stunned.
When I came out, I held the white dress in my hand as I wore the peach gown with a butterfly mask. What? She looked stunned.
Take it. I held out the dress and placed the swan mask on the bed.
But - Take it. I turned to face her from the doorway leading out into the hall, her eyes were twinkly with excitement. I left her room and closed the door going back down the golden stairs to where Daniel was. He was sitting on a chair in an Anubis mask wearing a black suit.
Hello. He said as I stood in front of him.
It s me Daniel. I said giggling.
Princess. His mouth dropped open, Where s your white gown? I gave it to a girl I met. He shook his head and shock as his gaze zoomed in on my gown, my face flushed as I directed my attention to the top, where the girl wearing my gown walked slowly down the stairs. She came to me.
Thank you. She curtsied.
You re welcome. What s your name? She asked. Judith. Her eyes went wide with shock, Judith Cristal? she said in fear.
Yes. I responded in a platonic voice. Oh! She gasped and moved back. This is - She motioned towards the dress. It s okay. Keep it. She hugged me and started to cry on my shoulder. I pulled her away and looked into her eyes. Do not weep. Follow me. I looked at Daniel who sipped his drink and smiled. After the party, Rosemairee told her mother she was moving out, it was a big fight but ultimately Rosemairee was twenty eight, I was twenty six, I m able to take care of her. Rosemariee moved in and became the final one.
The day I turned sixteen though that all changed. I finally told Daniel what I was, the whole story as my mother told me. He was stunned, didn t speak to me for at least a week, but once we saw each other again everything was fine, he promised he d never leave me and he d follow me through it all. Of course even when he said that I saw deep within his eyes his whole life, I knew he would be one of my betrayers but I loved him so much as a friend and brother that I let him stay close to me. After his mother died, he changed. He became a man; harder, mature, quiet, observing. He became the Daniel I came to love, now at age twenty eight he still is the Daniel I love.
Except now he s a traitor.
Fast forward three years later, I met Bethel. Now she was the hardest, she was a rocker groupie; she worked at a strip bar as a waitress and suffered abuse by her mother and older brother. She had short black hair back then, wore brown contacts making her eyes look like mud, and always a scowl on her face. She wore fishnet stockings, heavy black makeup, and harlot red lipstick that made her look like some prostitute. I met her in the most unconventional way possible.
She was sitting on the sidewalk to my house freezing since it was close to December. The lights from the decorated houses were shining on her face, her makeup was leaking and her lipstick was smeared all over her face. She looked up at me with her brown contacts masking her green twinkly eyes, she smiled and then looked down.
Get away from me Princess, I m a bad, bad, sinner. She wept.
Sister, why do you weep? I sat down near her on the cold sidewalk. Princess, it s cold. She sniffed her nose and wiped her eyes on a dirty black trench coat. I don t care. I made myself comfortable rubbing my hands together looking into her troubled eyes.
Your eyes are green today. I smiled, she took off the lenses. Yes. She said hesitantly, does it look bad? I think it s the best look you ve had. I smiled as we sat there in silence. Occasionally she sniffled. I didn t want to force her to talk unless she was ready. Judit - I mean, Princess. I smiled.
Yes? She said nothing.
I stood up, Come. I held my hands out as she hastily took it.
Where are we going? Home. We walked around the corner and up the block to my house which was also decorated because, even though it s not Brother s birthday, I still enjoy decorating.
You re house is beautiful. Bethel said as we entered.
Thank you, it s my parent s house though. I don t live by myself. Wow. She examined the interior, I thought The Princess would live in High Class. But this is so modern, it s like my house. She looked sad again, my house. We sat down on the beige couch as she laughed at the little pink flowers as the wallpaper and marveled at our flat screen. What s your name? I asked as if I didn t already know.
Bethel. Bethel Deutscher. She said looking at me intently wondering where I m going with this.
Bethel Deutscher, would you like something to eat, or drink? Call me Bethel; and no thank you Princess. The clock was ticking, it was the only noise among us.
Are you cold? I took off my coat and draped it around her. She tried to take it off but I placed my hand over her cold pale hand and told her no. I went upstairs and got a hunter green velvet sweater dress, with black tights and black fur boots with green gloves and a black hat. I hardly wore this, and it would look great with her eyes. I went back downstairs and held the clothes out to her, she told me no but I kept telling her yes. She finally went and changed.
How did you know this was my style? She asked after she showered and put the clothes on.
Because I know all, I just know. I shrugged from my bed.
Thank you Princess. She exclaimed happily. Here, I gave her my trench coat, take this too. Oh no. She looked stunned by my gifts.
Take it. Merry Christmas. Christmas is three days away Princess. Take it. How old are you? She asked examining the coat not wanting to touch it.
Stop changing the subject Bethel. I said telepathically.
You can read my mind? her eyes went wide. her eyes are beautiful, they re green as spring grass and twinkly. She covered her mouth to hide a gasp.
Yes I can read your mind Bethel. She let out a hoot.
That s so cool! She said out loud.
Thank you. I responded sitting back on my bed not changing. I had a white knit sweater on and dark blue jeans with white ankle boots. My hair was loose and wavy.
What s wrong Bethel? I cocked my head to the side trying to coax what s bothering her out of her. I mean I already knew, but I wanted her to tell me.
You read minds, you know. She said quietly looking at her fingers. Smart girl. I d like you to tell me, I don t use my gift on everyone because I give them privacy. She sat next to me not looking in my eyes. My brother tried to hurt me. She bit her lip, he tried to rape me because I didn t pay the rent of which he and my mother live on. And your father? Is with Your Brother. She said closing her eyes. Meaning, her father was dead.
I understand. I put my hand over hers and she smiled.
Thank you for this Princess. You re welcome. My brother is a very mean man, he s twenty one and he s jobless, my mother smokes cigarettes a lot so I m the only one working. It s hard on me. How old are you? Twenty. One year older than me. I rubbed her shoulder. I don t want to go back. So don t. Princess - Bethel. Do you believe who I am? Of course, you are The Redeemer. Do you believe my word? Yes. She looked stunned I was asking these questions. Then don t go back to work, your faith is to be my advisor. She smiled at me and it took her a moment to think over, but she agreed hesitantly and quit her job the next week. She came back to me telling me her parents threw her out and her brother is after her. But I took her in and took care of her, then she became my first female advisor. My second female advisor is Eden Daffodil Montgomery, she came in the picture when I was twenty three she s the daughter of a nanny that could babysit Bethel when she was younger, Bethel wanted to visit Eden so we went when we heard she was in labor. We didn t know she would die though, all we knew was she was in labor for about a day now and she was having a hard time. She didn t want a c-section she wanted it naturally, so her husband agreed but her family didn t. Bethel also got involved and started yelling at her.
You could die Eden! She shouted over her.
I know. Eden said painfully.
Take the C-Section, please Eden! Bethel begged holding back tears. She turned and looked at me, I nodded my head and looked back at Eden.
Redeemer. She reached out her hands and I took it.
Please. Bethel mouthed, she wanted me to save Eden. The monitors went crazy as Eden gave one final push and gripped my hand like it was her lifeline, she shouted and screamed, then the baby came out as she laid back dead. The baby! Bethel shouted. I looked at the baby was a still born. The doctors ran to the incubator with the baby, and when they weren t looking I placed my hand on Edens forehead which felt like fire had burned it and spoke:
Eden Daffodil Montgomery Descendant of Abraham,
Prophet of The Most High God,
Get up I tell you,
Your duty is not done. With one fluid motion she sat up healed and filled with energy smiling. The doctors came rushing in looking at me and at her.
What did you do? They questioned.
I did what I do. I turned back to Eden who looked up at me expectantly. Your daughter is . . . Her smile faded as she cried.
I remember Eden crying for days, she never left her room and two years later after her husband died it was just her on her own. Bethel moved out of my place getting her own place not too far and told Eden to live with her which Eden agreed. That same year, when I met Rupert. Now his is a funny story.
I was driving on the bridge headed towards New Jersey to pick up Daniel who was doing a church program when I saw this guy who was in the hot summer heat on his knees begging for something. Pull over. Brother s voice said. I pulled over and got out, as I approached the guy I felt something I didn t feel before, anger. I knew right then and there this guy would betray me if I made him close to me, but I knew he needed help and offered to help him, however I didn t plan on making him part of my six. You. I couldn t use his name otherwise he would ask how I knew it.
Yes? He squinted looking at me. He stunk like beer.
Do you need help? Will you lend me a quarter? He was homeless he explained, and hungry. He just got here from Ireland and his parents threw him out since he didn t live up to their expectations, he was tired and wanted to sleep. He had a scratch that looked infected. Help him. Brother s voice filled my head like a thick fog.
But what if he hurts me? I said afraid.
Trust me, Sister.
I offered to give him a ride, silently praying that he doesn t hurt me. It wasn t that I didn t trust brother but this guy gave me a bad vibe. Thank you. He ran his hands through his hair that was greasy, his red shirt was dirty with stains, his brown shorts were stained with yellow and orange, his beard and leg hair was growing out of control. He looked lost and utterly hurt. What s your name? Rupert. Rupert Peterson Sync. I m Irish. He said with a big yellow grin.
I could tell he was proud. So what brings you here? I kept my eyes on the road driving to New Jersey. I was walking when I got tired. I knew it was more than that.
I let the silence stretch between us so he could tell me the truth.
Princess, he began, I m with the Devil. I know. He looked at me shocked, what is with people shocked that I know their past and future? You know who I am, why is it a shock? Maybe they re shocked you re reading their minds. Brother interjected.
Like you re doing now? I said annoyed rolling my eyes. How? He asked.
I know all Rupert Peterson Sync. Just Rupert. He said rolling his r and p it s an Irish thing. I was with the Devil Princess, I don t deserve you. But I need you dearly he turned and looked at me, I came back from Iraq a few months ago, my wife was killed, my kids are all grown up living in different parts of the world but I was never in their life since I m military. I m lonely and my own parents don t want me. He ran his hands through his hair again, I sound whiney I know. No, I m here. I said smiling.
He smiled back.
We picked up Daniel and was on our way back with all three of us in the car, II pulled up to Daniel s house first and let him out as I drove to mine.
Stay here. I said smiling.
Princess you are Holy. He said stunned.
I know but I am here to reedem. Let me help you Rupert. The light is good. I preached.
He smiled and went upstairs to the room that use to be Bethels but now his. He stayed there for a year as he found his way to the light, we attended Church, he helped Daniel out, he read the bible with me, he found the light. And that same year I found Eden, he found the light and became my advisor. I now had four. When I was twenty five my fifth advisor, Cornelius Davenport, came into the picture. He too was ex-military, from the Navy though unlike Rupert who was Airforce. Cornelius caught the eye of Eden and they started to bond and heal together, Rupert moved into a house with Daniel and told Cornelius he s welcomed to live there too but he declined saying he was living alone. Cornelius was the tough one to get to know since he was so closed up, he didn t like to talk or be alone with me either. I knew he would be one to betray me just from his actions, but because Eden was so happy I couldn t let him go. I wanted her to be happy, Cornelius came to the house one day just to meet me, The Redeemer, to see with his own eyes if I was real, and that s when everything fell into place. One look into my hazel eyes he dropped to the floor and began to worship me, Eden s face was flushed red as Bethel giggled and tried to hide it. I stood by the door looking down at Cornelius who continued to praise me, and looking up at Eden who wore a green flower dress and flip flops, it was early August. Are you okay Eden? She looked at me, her green eyes widening.
Cornelius stood up and looked at her, their eyes locked and never left each other from that day on. Everyone knew they were dating but they refused to admit it, so we let them be.
The thing with Cornelius was he was very temperamental, if you didn t agree with him he would go crazy and start yelling in his British accent. Eden found it charming, Daniel found it annoying, Bethel found it challenging, I found it dramatic. It was a mess amongst us but we dealt with it. But that day, as soon as his eyes met mine I knew who he was, I felt anger boil up, I wanted to throw him out, I knew he would be the one to deliver me to my death. But I didn t, Eden is like my sister, I couldn t do that to her.
Very good sister, you have learned to love. I know Brother. I remember having this conversation with my Brother and St. Michael in my head later on the next day. Eden was at the beach with Cornelius, Bethel went to fix her hair, and Daniel was reading downstairs. I stayed in my room, with the air conditioner on and sat there in my blue capri s and yellow halter top with butterflies on it, I had a little flower in my hair and tied it up in a bun. But I want to throw him out so badly. I closed my eyes.
I know you do. Brother said softly.
You should have. St. Michael said roughly, I could tell he was crossing his arms.
Brother laughed in his velvety chuckle voice. St. Michael, why do you say that? Did you encourage me to let go of Judas? No. St. Michael said hesitantly. I concentrated on their voices touching my heated necklace. I can t let Cornelius go Brother, he makes Eden happy. Even though he is my enemy. I scowled.
Love thy enemy as you love yourself. He quoted his parable.
Oh Brother. I rolled my eyes.
I agree with Judith, Master. St. Michael said, He will turn her over. It s been seen. St. Michael said.
Then she will die to redeem right? The necklace stopped glowing, I could tell St. Michael was angry, but right now. He ll deal with Brother. I knew Eden was happy, so that s why I never got rid of Cornelius, he made my sister happy.
Rosemairee was very odd. Her problem was she didn t know what to wear for the ball she was throwing for me. Her mother wanted her to throw a party for me, The Redeemer, and she agreed to it. But Rosemairee being spoiled rich, didn t know what to wear even when she had a closet the size of a shopping mall. It was a few minutes before the party, I walked up the stairs to look around, I had on a white ball gown that shimmered and a swan mask, my hair was in curls, a high bun curl and braids that led to it,then it cascaded down to my lower back in soft brunette waves. My lips were painted the lightest shade of red, and my hazel eyes were twinkling from the lights. I walked into a room and saw Rosemairee sitting on her bed in a robe crying.
Why do you weep? I sat near her.
Who are you? She looked up at me afraid, but then collapsed in my lap and wept more. I placed my hand on her hair.
I m Judith. I said lightly.
I have a party for The Redeemer and now I have nothing to wear, I want her to see me. I want her to love me and accept me as I accept her. I want to journey the world with her and escape my mother who doesn t love me, but wants me to look nice so I can make her look good. I m so unhappy, and now I can t look nice because I have nothing. I thought for a second and then stood up making my way to her closet. What about this? I held up a long, satin, peach dress.
No, I wore that already. She waved her hand dismissing it, I looked at it and went into her closet and shut the door. I could tell she was stunned.
When I came out, I held the white dress in my hand as I wore the peach gown with a butterfly mask. What? She looked stunned.
Take it. I held out the dress and placed the swan mask on the bed.
But - Take it. I turned to face her from the doorway leading out into the hall, her eyes were twinkly with excitement. I left her room and closed the door going back down the golden stairs to where Daniel was. He was sitting on a chair in an Anubis mask wearing a black suit.
Hello. He said as I stood in front of him.
It s me Daniel. I said giggling.
Princess. His mouth dropped open, Where s your white gown? I gave it to a girl I met. He shook his head and shock as his gaze zoomed in on my gown, my face flushed as I directed my attention to the top, where the girl wearing my gown walked slowly down the stairs. She came to me.
Thank you. She curtsied.
You re welcome. What s your name? She asked. Judith. Her eyes went wide with shock, Judith Cristal? she said in fear.
Yes. I responded in a platonic voice. Oh! She gasped and moved back. This is - She motioned towards the dress. It s okay. Keep it. She hugged me and started to cry on my shoulder. I pulled her away and looked into her eyes. Do not weep. Follow me. I looked at Daniel who sipped his drink and smiled. After the party, Rosemairee told her mother she was moving out, it was a big fight but ultimately Rosemairee was twenty eight, I was twenty six, I m able to take care of her. Rosemariee moved in and became the final one.