Fallen Love

Chapter 14

                                                                     Claire's POV

                                                                 Eight hours Earlier

Claire went inside the shelter and asked if she could sleep there. 

The director was very concerned for her and after she explained her situation, Claire was able to stay.

She had to get a shower first.

Claire was lead to a stall and given shampoo to wash her hair.

As she was using soap to scrub her body clean, Claire thought about what God had done. 

  He was very unforgiving towards her. 

She and Malachi had hot sex and Claire was punished for it.

Why was life so unfair? 

She thought of Malachi and how he had treated her when they fucked.

There was no way that he took advantage of her, no matter what God said.

Malachi was sweet when he touched her hair and rough when he went super deep with his penis. 

She liked that he had different sides to him.

Claire knew that Malachi felt the same way that she did for him. 

She had a hunch in her gut that told her so. 

He may have been rude to her when they first met, but Malachi was a perfect gentleman last night. 

She washed her hair and thought of him touching her breasts and kissing her neck.

Claire wondered what Malachi was doing right now.

Was he getting yelled at by Lucifer?

Claire hoped that Malachi was okay. 

After her shower, she put on the red dress that God had put on her.

It was the only piece of clothing that she had.

 Claire didn't know what to do with her life now.

She wasn't an angel.

God had proven that when he had banished her to Earth.

 Claire wearing red now was a way of him saying that she was no longer worthy of being an angel or wearing white.

She didn't know her purpose now that God had kicked her out of Heaven. 

Who was she really?

Claire had been an angel for ten years, since she was 18.

Before that, she had been human and little miss perfect.

Now, Claire was neither.

As she went into a small room with a lumpy mattress, Claire looked in the mirror and saw that her wings were still black.

She was surprised that she even had wings.

God had let her keep the wings that represented her sin.

He wanted Claire to be ashamed and to regret the fact that she had fucked Malachi.

But, she didn't feel guilty about anything nor was Claire remorseful for having the best sex of her life. 

Claire broke free from the thoughts plaguing her mind and climbed into bed.

She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.