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?


11. Chapter Ten

  I throw my arms around Dean’s neck, pushing him to the ground. My hands grab clumps of his hair, yanking at them. Dean is trying to fight me off, tearing my arms from him.

“LIAR!” I scream. “YOU’RE A TRAITOR!”


   I want to kill him. Make sure there is no source of Hell in this world called Heaven. I scramble to the door and slam it shut. I perform the complicated sequence on the locks and finally get them to work. Dean is trapped. He is lying on the floor, a large cut streaking down the right side of his face spilling out blood. I yank the black old fashioned phone on the TV dresser out of its holder and dial 999. I wait for someone to pick up and when someone does, it’s an answer phone message saying that this number does not exist. I find a small book next to the phone with PHONE BOOK as the title. I flick through the pages and eventually find Police. I dial the number and within two seconds, a voice asking which service I require answers. I reply with the Police. When I’m asked to describe the incidence, I say that someone has broken into my cottage and I give them my cottage details. They’re here within seconds.


  The door is kicked open with a tough boot. More than ten people run into the living room. I am dragged out of the living room and out of my front door. I curl up on the side of the road, surrounded by three angels. One is a police man with kind gold eyes and a black mop of hair. He looks about thirty in looks. He is politely asking me questions which I answer while having my arms checked for any scratches or damage by a paramedic. The other angel is also a paramedic and is scribbling in a note book and passing equipment to the other paramedic. Within half an hour, a stretcher is carried out of the house. There is no blanket covering Dean’s unconscious body. I am also transmitted to hospital in the back of a completely bright white car.


  I am woken by a sharp pain in my shoulder.

“Don’t move.” says a calm voice.

I open my eyes to see a small mouse like girl injecting me with a clear liquid.

“Who are you?” I ask.

“I’m your nurse, Nurse Cornfield.”

“What are you doing to me?”

“Not much. I’m injecting you with a pain release medicine. You cannot drink it so this is the only way to get it into you.”


“Today you had a break in at your cottage, right?”

“Well, not exactly a break in...”

“You know what I mean, don’t you Molly.”

I paused for a second, remembering what happened. “Yes.”

“That boy, Dean, he’s a devil, isn’t he.”

I gulp, forcing back tears. “Yes.”

“Well, your call for help announced the beginning of the war.”


  I gasped and started shrieking. Other doctors and nurses came into my compartment, immediately blaming Nurse Cornfield for my outbreak and pushing for needles into my arm. I start to drift away as the drugs pull me into a wide black hole...






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