Chapter 9

Ten years ago…

Mom and Deanna had just left for a "girl's week" filled with shopping and spa crap. I was going to spend the week with my best friend, Julie, while they went. I hated that crap. Fred, who I was forced to call 'dad' was supposed to be on a business trip.

I was packing for Julie's house when I heard mom great someone at the door. She came up the stairs and into my room.

"Dad's home. He will take you to Julie's." She told me. That made me scared. I was going to be alone with him again. He was going to beat me again.

"Ok." Was all I could say. I packed again. I hoped that maybe he would take me over there.

About an hour later, Deanna and Mom left for their trip. I was alone with Fred. I was ready to leave myself.

"Hey dad. I'm ready to go."

"You're not going. Go to your room. I will tell Julie's mom you can't make it. I'll meet you up there in a little bit."

"Ok." I ran up there. I had to make sure he couldn't see my fear. I could hear him talking to Julie's mom for a few minutes. It amazed me how easily he could fool the rest of the world. Everyone thought he was the nicest guy alive, but when someone made him mad, I was his destresser.

He stomped up the hallway and opened my door. He slammed it so loudly, it made me jump.

"You scared, princess."

"N-n-no s-sir." I was shaking.

"What did I say 'bout lying?"

"Don't."

"That's right. You need another lesson on that."

"P-p-please s-s-s-sir. I-I'll be good."

"More lies" He yelled it as he grabbed my shirt and threw me across the room. When I hit the wall, I knocked down one of my sister's pictures. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU NEED TO BE TAUGHT WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISTROY OTHER PEOPLE'S PROPITY!" He grabbed his pocketknife out of his pocket and threw me on the floor. He turned me over to my stomach and started carving my back. I tried not to scream out in pain. He always broke bones when I cried.

After he was done carving my back, he started to kick me. I cried out by accident so he stood on one of my legs until he heard it break. He grabbed my shirt and lifted me up to eye level.

"I'm going to leave. But, I can't have you goin' and tellin' mommy, or anyone else about this. Have fun in the closet!" He threw me into the closet and closed the door. He locked it from the outside. I heard him walk out the room, then the house. I was alone. No one was there to help me.

I grabbed the flashlight I hid in there and one of the books. I looked over to find the food I had. I had about three pb&j sandwiches from the week before. I also had about five water bottles too. I went over to the old rags I kept and wrapped my back with one and my leg with another. I picked up my book and flashlight again, and began reading.

I had been in that closet for at least a couple of days. I was running out of food quickly. I had about one and a half bottles of water, and about three fourth's of a sandwich. I had read every book I had in there multiple times, and I only had one set of batteries for my flashlight left.

Just then, someone was there, next to me. "Who are you?" I ask. I was weak, but I didn't let it show.

"Hello, Jillian. I am an angel of the Lord. My name is Castiel. I'm here to help you."

"Why would an angel want to help me?"

"Because God commanded it."

"Alright?"

"Why are you locked inside here?"

"My dad. He threw me in here, so I couldn't tell anyone what he did to me."

"Hurting you, you mean."

"How did you…"

He cut me off. "I'm an angel of the Lord. Remember?"

"Oh." I grabbed half a sandwich, leaving me with one fourth left, and handed him the only unopened water bottle left. "You want it?"

"Angels don't eat. Why would give me you're food? You don't have much."

"I didn't know angels don't eat. I thought maybe you would be hungry. I'm sorry." I didn't know any better. Thanks to Fred, I was expecting to be trouble for not knowing.

"Don't be scared of me. I want to help. You were chosen."

"I was chosen? For what?"

"Joshua said God chose you. To make sure humanity is protected if world ends."

"Who is Joshua?"

"He is the only angel besides Michael that is in contact with God." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small clear cylinder with a gold top with wings. Inside the cylinder was something that glowed light blue. "Here, take this."

"What is it?" I ask, unsure if I should take it.

"It's angel grace." He said stern.

"Why would I need grace? I mean, I know I'm not the most graceful person," I laugh a little, but my joke confused Castiel. I just kept going "…but why do I need angel grace?"

I hope you're enjoying this. See where this is going? ;)