Book one in the Deliverer Series
"Nick?” Mom asked, her tone not quite as chipper as what it usually was.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm still the only one that lives here, Mom."
"Well you just don't sound like yourself on the phone,” she said quietly.
I shook my head as I wondered how many times in one's life you could have the exact same conversation with someone before they finally stopped starting their phone calls the same way they always do.
"Nick?” Mom asked again.
Sigh. Better to just let it go, I guessed.
There's a brief silence on the other end of the line before I hear her take a deep breath and then speak again.
"Sweetie, I just got a phone call from the police in San Jose."
Where my father lived. Great.
"What'd the dumb sonofabitch do now?” I asked, knowing that my voice was probably dripping with sarcasm. "And seriously? You've been divorced for eleven freaking years, why the hell are they calling you when he gets thrown in the cage?"
Mom sighed again.
"He's dead, Nick. They called to let me know that they'd identified his body."
Had I heard that right? Dead? He was actually dead?
No way! Had to be some kind of mistake. If there was one thing I'd figured out in life it was that the meanest, stupidest pricks all seemed to live forever while the people they victimized and left to suffer all seemed to have their lives cut tragically short.
"I said that the police confirmed that a body they found yesterday was your father's. He's dead, Nick. He's really dead.”
I had to lean against the back of my sofa as the truth of that set in. Gone. The monster was finally gone. After all those years of pain and abuse. All of the nightmares and cold sweats caused by memories of what the sick bastard had done...
"Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.”
"Nicole Cheyenne Andrews!”
I winced at the sound of my full name. Oopsie. Must have said that out loud. My bad.
"Mom,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger. "If you're expecting me to mourn the passing of that man, you're gonna be sadly disappointed.”
Mom kind of sniffed a bit on the other end of the phone.
"I don't expect you to mourn, young lady, but I would expect my daughter to be a bit more respectful of someone's passing Even if he was a monster."
I chuckled a bit at that, but kept any more snide remarks to myself. We went through the typical post ‘hey your abusive father's dead are you gonna go to the funeral’ chit chat. The answer: A quick and unrelenting ‘oh hell no.’ Did you really expect anything else? Seriously? Not happening.
I hung up the phone with Mom and stood there for a moment. My father was dead. The man who had been my nightmare for the past twenty seven years was gone and never coming back. No more of his sick phone calls where he tried to convince me of how much he'd loved me and my mom. No more of his angry voicemails when I ignored said phone calls or just flat out told him he was psychotic.
It was really over. He was on the quick track to becoming dust and he could haunt me no more.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before speaking quietly, just to hear myself say the words aloud. "He can't haunt me anymore."
"I wouldn't be so quick to say that, pretty lady."
I hadn't been expecting to hear the voice behind me so when I heard those words I did what any rational person would do. I screamed like hell.
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Amanda Maddox has lost all hope. The one and only person in her life she'd ever loved is gone and she's been left alone to face her overwhelming grief and anger. Her heartbreak leads her to the edge and it is there that she is found by the angel Ezekiel. As he stands witness to Amanda's pain and anguish the angel finds himself wondering how he might be able to do more for Amanda and those like her. Those who are lost and hurt. Those who feel like there's nowhere left to turn but to the Darkness...but how can one Guardian help or hope to change anything when he is forbidden by the laws of the Heaven Realm to do more than stand as a witness?
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