Wind Kill The Rain

The night Molly was killed, she discovered another world which lead her into many surprises, like meeting drop dead gorgeous Carl, an angel from Heaven. But when she meets Dean, a secretive, handsome being also in Heaven, she is torn between the two, even if she doesn't show it. Then Dean shares his secret with her. After Molly's reactions, she realises that part of the war between Heaven & Hell is her fault. Who will take victory over their enemy?


6. Chapter Five


  I woke up, tears spilling from my eyes. Most of my duvet was in a crumpled heap at the end of my bed. My whole body was in a state from what happened. This is most likely the first time I’ve woken up with sweaty palms.

“Are you ok?” came a recognisable soothing voice.

I crawled over to Carl, who was sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Do you know?” I whispered.

“As much as I would like to know what you dreamt, no I don’t know.” He answered, smiling.


  I ran my fingers through my messy hair. Carl looked like the normal Carl, white jeans, white top, white sneakers, except for some dark circles under his eyes, that I’m sure are not make up effects.

“I came to pick you up, for college. Obviously you’re not ready yet...” Carl trailed off, his eyes resting on mine.

“Yeah I’ll just... I’ll be back. Do angels have to brush their teeth?”

Carl laughed in reply.


  I wandered into the bathroom, rubbing my eyes. My hair was a dreadful sight, dirty looking, knotty.  I raided the drawers and found a clean, hard hairbrush. I pulled the brush through my locks, expecting it to hurt, but it glided quickly downwards leaving my hair perfect looking. I’m glad I went to Heaven. I undressed from yesterday’s outfit and switched on the shower. I stepped in and started to wash the side of my head. It tingled. I frowned but carried on washing.


  Once I had finished cleaning, I examined the fizzling side of my head. A huge purple bruise covered up my pale skin, obviously from where I was shot. I sighed irritably. Nervously, I unlocked the bathroom door and crept into the bedroom. Carl turned to look at me.

“Hey. Can you grab something from one of those drawers.” I said, pulling the towel tighter round my body.


I watched as Carl pulled out a t-shirt and some jeans. Black jeans.

“Wow. I thought angels wore white.” I said, showing a half smile.

“Not always. Rock band guys don’t wear white loads.”


  I reached out for the clothes but grabbed something different instead. I looked down at our joined hands. My calm, pale pallor against his medium tanned colour looked odd, but almost...right. I slowly slid my hand away from his and gathered up the clothes, heading for the bathroom again. I returned to Carl five minutes later.

“No eyeliner.” I pretended to look disappointed.

“Here.” Carl fished in his pockets and pulled out a charcoal eye pencil. “I carry one around, just for extra top ups.” He smiled uncertainly.

I bit my cheek, trying not to laugh. “No I know what you mean, I take mascara with me, sometimes.”

“Have you properly looked at your clothes?” Carl asked.


  I nearly took it as an insult but I checked my clothes in the mirror. The t shirt was white with a black and white image of a band printed on it, a band called The Deadly. My shoes were only black converse boots. Carl joined me at the mirror.

“That’s me.” He said, pointing out a black figure with a guitar.

Then I caught up. The Deadly is Carl’s band!

“Nice.” I replied casually, pouting at the mirror.

Carl looked down at me, smiling.

“We’ve gotta go to college.” he whispered.



  I sat nervously in the passenger seat, fidgeting with the few black bangles on my wrist. New school, new people, new rules, great. In my old high school, I have to admit that I had a little bunch of friends, the cool girls. I used to tag around after them when they chatted up boys and bunked off school. Luckily my parents never found out that they were bad influences. They treated me like a real friend, even though we were nothing alike. I kept what I had.


  Carl gave me a worried glance.

“You’ll be fine.” he said, taking my hand and turning it over.

“Will you be there?” I asked, watching as he traced my palm with his finger.

“Of course. Don’t be scared, one of my mates has got you someone to hang out with. I think she’s sick today though.”

“Angels get sick? I can choose my own friends you know.”

“I know, I know, I’m just... I’m a little...protective...of you. I’ve never met an angel quite so clearly beautiful but unreadable as you.”

I frowned. “What are you talking about? Unreadable? Can you read minds or something? Look you’re scaring me a little, can you give me some answers.”

Carl hesitated. “No I cannot read minds. My friends can though, but only at one special time when they’re unnoticeable. “


“Last night, I visited you when you were asleep, that was when my friend read you. He saw something, but wouldn’t tell me. He handed his power over to me. I saw nothing.”

I sighed, frustrated. “Why wouldn’t he tell you?”

“Because of our future.”


  Carl slowly drove into a large car park and pulled up in front of a black truck. The boys inside the truck jumped out and started hammering on the windscreen, yelling, laughing and pointing at me. Carl laughed and opened his door, joining the guys. I sat uncomfortably, with my arms crossed in my lap, hiding behind my hair.

“Molly, come on out, do you want to meet the guys?”Carl laughed, almost forcing me.

I rolled my eyes. “You know, its strange how one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met can suddenly change into a real asshole within seconds of being with his mates. And no, I don’t want to meet your so called `friends.’” I grabbed my black backpack and kicked open the door, slamming it behind me.

  I saw a hint of surprise and disappointment in Carl’s expression. To think he called me beautiful.

“Hey babe, he’s just playin” One of Carl’s mates called.

“Well he’s playin with the wrong girl.” I shouted over my shoulder.


  I pushed and shoved past the many students huddling on the grey stone steps, wanting to get as far away from The Deadly as possible. As I made my way into the bustling corridors, someone caught my bag. I was about to shout in their face when a cool voice stopped me.

“You’re the new girl, riiiggghhht?” she drawled, holding onto her last word.

“Ummm...yes I’m Molly...Rivers.” I replied, a little taken aback by her almost movie like voice.

“I’m Gweennnnn.” Gwen sideways looked at me, her eyes half closed.


  I turned to greet her properly by standing in front of her. Gwen has peachy skin, her nose decorated by a small gathering of light brown freckles. Her curly blonde hair was tied up messily in a bun at the back of her head, leaving a few loose strands hanging at the side of her face. She wore a white tube top that layered at the bottom, leaving a nice finish. Just like most of the angels here, white jeans covered her slender legs and a pair of white sneakers dressed her feet. A few white and black bangles slid up and down her arm. Gwen looked effortlessly stunning.


  Just then, Carl and his band of freaks walked past us. One of the boys pinched Gwen’s bum on the way round the corner. She blew an air kiss to him. I glared at Carl not to do the same to me. Instead, Carl winked coolly at me. When they had made their way round the corner, Gwen tapped my shoulder.

“Girrrrllll! Carl winked at youuuu!”

“So what big deal.” I replied.

“Big deaallll! I can totally see something going onnnn!”

“I only met him yesterday. We’re just friends. Well, friends started going the wrong way about five minutes ago.” I muttered, swinging my bag over my shoulder.

“See you later girrrrllll.” Gwen said quietly as I walked away.


  On my way down the corridor, I bumped into a short man dressed in a black suit. He immediately turned to his white wings, fluffing the feathers back into shape. A frown creased into his forehead. I stood awkwardly, wrapping my arms around my waist. The small, round glasses that sat on his nose slid down a little. His gold eyes examined me carefully.

“You must be our new student.” he announced.

“Yes...I mean...I’m...I’m Molly Rivers.”

There was a long pause.

“Molly Rivers...yes...we’ve had your name in the line for years. Dear forgive me for not introducing myself, I am Principal Gormeco. I’ve never liked that name.”

“Principal, I don’t know where I’m...”


  Someone grabbed my arm, pulling me towards them. I bet it’s that annoying chic, Gwen. I turned my head to look over my shoulder.

“Carl! What are you doing! One minute you’re pretending to like me and the other...”

“Molly, I’m sorry, I’ll explain everything later, come on we’ve got to get to class!”










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