Angels Among Us
By: Natalie Klopfenstein
Index
Chapter 1 ---------------
Chapter 2 ---------------
Chapter 3 ---------------
Can one believe in Angels?
Not according to Ginger Zuffee, who thinks Angels are just a myth, and that God is just a name in a book.
Or are they?
Maybe it just takes one person, Jordin Rees, to show her that God is real and sends us Angels to watch over us in our toughest times in need.
But will she just believe in them because she's falling for this Tall, Dark and Handsome cowboy,
or will she learn that God is there for her no matter what happens or who's with her.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
“Sir, we have the
girl what should we do with her? …Yes sir, don’t worry, she’s not going
anywhere.”
Ginger
Zuffee started to come to as the Man’s deep booming voice echoed through her
twelve stall horse barn. Her body ached all over, and her back burned as though
she had scraped it with a stiff metal brush after sliding down a hill of gravel
on her back. There was also a piercing ring in her ear that didn’t seem like it
wanted to go away She could feel the cold cement floor of the washing by under
her cheek; her hands were tied behind her while her feet felt like they were
tied to one of the many posts along the wall where she would tie up the horses
while she washed them down. She couldn’t hear any hooves thumping around in the
stalls so she guessed they were all out in her twenty plus acre field, where
they loved to run and play.
Flashes of what had
happened started to flood her mind. She remembered getting up and ready to go
meet her friends Taylor and Pepita for coffee this morning, but then something
happened. What happened? Ginger pushed her brain trying to sort out
what happened. Then it hit her- Something blew up behind her! She knows it
wasn’t her car, because if it had been she wouldn’t be here, so what was it?
She remembers she had pressed the start button on her key for the car from the
front door as she turned to lock it there was an explosion behind her. There
was bright light, really loud noise and she was blown into the door. After that
everything was blank until she woke up here. What do they want? Why didn’t they just kill me?
“Boss
said to leave her alive, he wants to find out if she remembers anything.”
“From
fifteen years ago?” Asked another male voice that sounded younger then the
first one
“No,
from today” the older man said in a sarcastic tone, “Duh, of course from
fifteen years ago, Dummy.”
“This
is the third person he’s had us hunt down, what could’ve happened so badly when
these girls were, what, five or six years old? That makes him want them so
much?” Asked a third man that sounded like he was standing closer to her then
the others were.
Ginger tried to open her eyes but they felt heavy and her
left one felt so swollen all she could do was peek through her long eye lashes.
“Shut
up! She’s waking up.” Barked the first deep voice.
She glanced around her;
she guessed what she was as tall dark blurry figures were the men watching over
her. As her sight began to clear up she could make out, the two furthest from
her were Black and the one closest to her looked kind of Asian but she couldn’t
really tell because of his sun glasses.
All of them were wearing black cargo pants, army green t-shirts, brown
leather jackets, and mirrored Aviators, while having a 30 OT 6 strapped over
their shoulders.
“Well
good morning Sunshine!” said the man closest to her as he took off his
sunglasses…yep, definitely Asian…he
was squatting nest to her as he flashed a perfectly white smile at her.
“Good
morning yourself, Flashy.” She grumbled back sarcastically
“Well
isn’t she nice? She gave me a nickname” He said back at his teammates.
“Doesn’t
mean she’s your friend, ‘sides you don’t know what the boss will do with her if
she’s the one he’s looking for.” The tall black man replied with a grunt.
Ginger guessed he was probably close to seven feet tall from
how he stood by the stall doors across the walkway from her. He was probably
the leader of the group, seeing how he seemed to take charge over the other two
men.
“What
do you want with me?” Ginger asked
“We
want nothing to do with you, but our boss would like to have a work with you.”
The Leader answered
“But I
didn’t do anything, you have the wrong person!” She rushed back trying to keep
him talking while she attempted to loosen the ropes that tied her hands.
Scooting back towards her feet ginger sat against the wall. She could see the
two black men reaming into their jackets probably where they had at least one
more gun stashed away, but she acted as though she didn’t notice. Leader put his hands down, and
walked to her, taking her chin in his hand he pulled her head up close to him.
Alcohol poured from his breath as he let out a small chuckle and smiled,
“You
know that’s what they all say, but really everyone has at least one secret they
try to hide from everyone else.” He sneered, picking her up by the throat and
pushing her up against the wall “You just have to push the right buttons to get
it out.”
Jordin Rees came to
a screeching stop in the emergency lane along the Highway just outside of town.
Did I see that right?
He asked himself as he jumped out of his truck and ran back towards the trees
that lined up perfectly along a fence not far from the road. He thought he had
seen two children waving their arms like they were trying to call someone for
help. But as he got closer he couldn’t see anyone, he leaned against the white
wooden fence trying to look through the trees.
“Hello,
anyone there? Do you need help?” He called out, but no one answered or peeked
out. He tried to peer through the woods though all he could see were horses
grazing a little ways off that had raised their heads and gave him a weird look
when he yelled through the trees.
Jordin shrugged his shoulders and turned to head back to his
truck.
“Wait!
Don’t go, please, she needs you.” Said a small voice that came from behind him.
He turned on his heels and came face to face with a pretty little girl, with
shiny blonde hair, skin that looked like it had never seen day light, and her
eyes, even though the shimmered like rays of sunshine, were filled with concern
and worry. From behind her he could see a little boy that seemed to shy to come
out. Unlike the girl, they boy had vibrant red hair, glowing green eyes that
showed worry and fear, and his skin seemed a bit tanned. The girl was sitting
on top of the fence while the boy peeked out from behind the girl and one of
the wooden posts.
“Hey
there,” Jordin said softly, “I’m Jordin, what are your names?”
“I’m
Faith, and this is my little brother Hesed.” She answered
“Hi
Faith, what do you mean she needs me? Who’s she, is it your mommy?”
Faith shook her head, “No, my mommy is in heaven. The lady
who lives here,” she pointed behind her, where he guessed was a house, “she’s
in trouble and needs help. There are bad men, with big guns!”
“Did
you call the police Faith?”
“No,
you have to be the one to save her, she needs you!” She jumped off the fence
and started running through the trees with her brother trailing behind her,
“Come on, she doesn’t have much time left!” Faith called back.
“Wait!”
Jordin called out but they had already disappeared through the trees. He
hesitated a couple seconds before jumping over the fence and chasing after the
children.
Lord, I don’t know
what I’m getting myself into but please, if it’s anything bad, keep us safe.
He prayed as he weaved through the trees. Reaching the edge of the woods, he
ducked behind a tree just in case the children were right and there were guns
involved. All he could see was a large field that looked well kept, stretched
off to his left, with at least a dozen horses grazing around, while the field
narrowed as it came his way, it opened back up off to his right. On the other
side of the fence, which was about thirty yards from where he stood, was a barn
but he couldn’t see the front entrance just the back where stall doors stood
open facing the field. To the right and just a little up the driveway from the
barn was a house, two stories high, white picket fence around the yard, with a
Germen Shepherd sleeping peacefully by the steps to the covered porch.
Everything looked quiet, almost too quiet, but he wasn’t a Cop he couldn’t just
go snooping around just because some children told him to. What should I do? I can’t just leave what if there really is a woman in
danger? But I can’t really go looking either because… his thought was cut
short when a big black man walked around the corner of the barn, with a gun in
his hands. Jordin quickly ducked back behind the tree hoping that the man
didn’t see him, his heart was racing and he could feel sweat starting to drip
down the back of his neck, which was probably do more to the Hot weather they
were having other then the man with the gun. He looked around trying to spot
the children but they were nowhere to be seen, Please, don’t let them get caught as well. God, I’m not totally sure
what I should be doing here but please guide me and keep us all safe, at least
until the police get here. The man with the gun went back around the corner
out of sight, Jordin took that chance to dial 911 before running across the
field to the back side of the barn.
Blood was rolling
down her arm from her wrist where the ropes were cutting deep into her hand,
leaving a warm trail of red. Ginger was now swinging from one of the many
rafters in the barn as two of the men beat her while ‘The Boss’ questioned her.
Jordin
heard the scream pierce through the air, it was full of so much pain and fear
it sent chills up his spine. He had to get to this woman and fast, even though
he knew the police were on their way it’d probably be close to 20 minutes
before they got there since they weren’t exactly near a town.
“Now
I’ll ask you again, what happened to your parents when you were younger? How
did they die and how much do you remember from it all?” He grumbled
“Like I
said before… all I remember is my Grandpa telling me they died in a car
accident… when I was five years old, and that I wasn’t there and that’s it…How
hard is that for you to understand?” Ginger replied between breaths; it was
getting hard for her to breath from all the punches they had directed at her
stomach and chest. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take, her
shoulders and arms were getting stretched to the limit and probably beyond, one
of her eyes had blood dripping into it from a cut that was above it, she was
sure she probably had a cracked rib or two, and she still had the headache from
when they ambushed her, which was now turning into a full blown Migraine. This
was not going well, at all.
Chapter 2
“Now I
know you’re the one I've been looking for, I see it in your eyes; the pain,
sorrow, and the anger. So there’s no point trying to hide it from me. Plus, I
had someone looking into your background when I was headed over and come to
find out; you've been looking into your parents’ death, now why would you be
doing that, unless you know something?” The Boss man snared, “How much of that
night do you remember? I’m sure you have some kind of memory, weather you want
to remember it or not, and since I’m becoming more powerful, and might be
thinking on running for office I can’t have some old flame come and burn me
down. So you see there’s just too much at stake here.”
He nodded his head and one of his men hit her again in the
side so hard it felt almost like he cracked a rib, a cry slipped from her mouth
and also causing her legs curled upwards before the muscles relaxed again.
“I just
thought the car crash looked wrong, nothing seemed to add up that’s why I was
looking into it.”Ginger heaved trying to catch her breath, but every time she
took a breath it shot pain through her.
“Did
you tell anyone about it?” he stepped up close to her, and for the first time
since he arrived she saw his face clearly. His eyes were black like the
midnight sky without a moon and stars making her feel like he could look right
into her soul, and even though there was make up covering it she could almost
make out a scar that ran from his left temple down to his jaw bone. His mouth
had a small smirk that could almost pass for a snare as well, that showed off a
hint of perfectly white teeth. He was wearing what looked like designer jeans,
with a nice dark blue button up shirt tucked in. He was weaving a knife through
his fingers tossing it from hand to hand. He got within reach he opened her
snap up western shirt, he slid the cold blade of the knife flat across her
chest and down her ribs leaving behind a trail of red lines from the sharp
point of the blade until he got to just above her hip where he started to press
it into her side. “Does anyone else know?”
Pain shot through her side as she felt the blade slowly
pierce through her skin.
“No I
swear! I didn’t tell anyone!” Her eyes pinched closed; as she tried hard not to
scream, and give this man pleasure that he was hurting her so much. Tears filled
her eyes as he pulled the knife out; she could feel her warm blood begin to
bleed from her wound and down to the waist band of her hip snug jeans. “I was
only looking into it because something just didn’t seem right about it, their
wounds didn’t add up with the way the car and wrecked, that’s it, I swear!”
Ginger said trying to plead with him, but he just smirked all the more and
swung his knife in the air.
“See,
nothing personal, I just don’t believe you. I’m sure there was someone who got
curious to why you were asking questions, or digging up an old car accident.”
Taking his knife he stuck it into her thigh and started to drag it down towards
her knee. She couldn’t hold it back anymore, a scream ripped through her
throat.
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