“Probably the same way I did when we first met. He doesn’t come down here.” I nod, remembering what he had told us over the summer. That God being on Earth would send the humans into a sort of restless energy because they aren’t used to that sort of pure power around them.
When I had asked why Lucifer didn’t have that kind of an impact, he had stated that he still does when he’s near anyone human that is overly good. But since the world is filled with more bad than good, the pureness of God would throw everyone off balance.
“How are you feeling, baby girl?” Gramps asks, and I smile.
“I’m okay right now.” It’s not a lie, I am. I just feel a little restless. I can feel the darkness trying to creep in again and bring me down, but I’m doing my best to fight it. I’m sick of feeling depressed and just, wrong, all the time.
Orion looks at me, assessing if I’m telling the truth before he gives a tight nod.
“And your depression?” Dad asks, and I groan.
“I’m okay. When things get too bad, we’ve found a way to battle it.”
“You shouldn’t be feeling depressed at all,” Gramps grumbles, and I sigh.
“I can’t help it, okay? I’m not like you. I killed someone.” I can feel my anger and hurt rising. How do they not get it? Killing someone isn’t a part of me, and it’s not something I think I can ever accept.
“I get it, baby girl, I do. I just worry about you because to everyone that exists, that mistake didn’t tarnish you, and I hate that you believe it did.”
The tears threaten to fall, and I run into his arms as he holds me close, kissing my head to comfort me like the best Grandfather out there.
“I don’t know what to do,” I cry, and he soothes me.
“You lean on us and we’ll get you through. You’re not alone in this,” Colt says from behind me, and everyone agrees with him, making me cry harder.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this kind of love and support, but I’m more grateful than ever that I have it.
This is always my go to place since Gramps created it.
It’s where I find peace and tranquility. Where I can be alone with my thoughts without guilt.
Everything just seems so much less… jumbled when I’m here, and it’s easier to sort everything out in my brain.
I’m not expecting Him to join me. It’s been several weeks since I made it known that I wanted to speak with Him and He hasn’t shown, so I’m not expecting tonight to be any different.
Classes have been stressful because we’re struggling to concentrate on anything. I can’t contact my parents, Addy can’t contact her family, and Brian and his Dad have no contact with his Mom either. They’re all under protection, so we know they’re fine, but it’s killing us to not have communication with them the longer this goes on.
As far as we know, they haven’t had any luck tracking the rebellious angels down, either. That in and of itself is a hard pill to swallow.
They could come and attack us at any time, and we wouldn’t have a clue until it’s too late. I’m hoping that doesn’t happen.
“You look deep in thought,” a strange and deep voice sounds beside me, and I shriek, jumping off the bench.
“What the hell?!” I hold my hands to my heart and blink, taking in the man in front of me.
He’s not all that different looking than Gramps, physically. He looks to be in His early forties, but He’s dressed in a white three-piece suit, and His hair is long, wavy and blonde.
There’s also a light energy around Him that’s hard to explain. You can’t exactly see it, but you can definitely feel it.
“Mmm, not Hell, dear.” He gives me a small smile, and I groan.
“Sorry,” I mumble, sitting beside Him again, and He lets out a carefree laugh.
“It’s quite alright, dear. How are you?” He looks me over, trying to gauge how I’m doing, and I shrug.
“Been better.” I move my eyes away, but see Him nodding in my peripheral vision.
“I am hoping to help with that,” He states, looking at me pointedly.
“How?” I whisper, and He nods.
“By telling you a few things from my point of view.”
“What do I call you?” I ask, and He smiles.
“Angels and humans call me God. Demons who don’t follow me call me The Father. Really, you can call me anything you want to.”
“Gramps?” I giggle at the look on His face.
“I’d prefer not to be called the same thing as my son if you don’t mind.”
I nod in understanding.
“Do you love him?” I question, forgetting my issues for a moment. I have so many damn questions.
“I do. I love everyone, Harleigh.”
