God My Light {NOT EDITED}

God My Light

Prologue

"Don't! Stop!"
A heart wrenching scream, pierced the neighborhoods normal night time hours of silence.
"Get the****out of me!"
She'd fallen back into sin, back into black magic, and now made a soul contract.
"Jesus help me!"
Clambering down the sidewalk in terror and confusion, Kenzie held onto her last hope.
"Jesus!"
A blurry glow shone down on her from a street light.
"Help!"
She felt more demons, they're hot breath on her bare shoulders; waiting to come in.
You know when you call He will always answer, but to wait with hope till He does...

Standing as tall and stable as possible, Kenzie tilted her head back to the expanse of stars.
In a raspy whisper, trying to clear her mind from voices and blasphemy she forced words out.

"I don't know what to say, Lord Your good, You've always been good; please, I'm scared."
Weak from fear, she curled up against an adobe wall, rocking back and forth.
They took her over nearly completely, she could no longer discern which thoughts were hers.
The summer night was humid and cool, the last she'd checked, it'd been 9:57pm.
Kenzie had never seen the dark side as a game, she'd seen it as power; but all the demons had told her were lies.
She'd began with attending Cove Sisterhood or witch meetings.
She dug her nails into her scraped up knees.
A woman in her mid twenties or so, had sent her home with a big black book of incantations, oaths and spells for beginners.
Sweating enough to fill a small pail, Kenzie had a moment of comfort from a cool breeze traveling along the wall.
In the moment she despised any thought of God, but deep down knew it wasn't her.
Than, faster than anything seen with the naked eye, something shifted, God had heard.
Kenzie's body racked with sobs, it hadn't been too late.

Chapter 1 Confounded

That night demons became real, but the love and power of God became tangible.
Kenzie couldn't recall all that had occurred that night, but it was no surprise; demons put you in a funk.
Pink hews touched the tip of the horizon, and birds chippered, announcing the morning hours.
There on the frigid sidewalk with no shoes, Kenzie hurried home.
She felt deep rooted shame, now everyone no doubt thought her insane.
Joints aching, skin numb and scratched up, she pitied herself.
"Dumb, your stupid Kenze."
How could she have allowed this to happen?
Somewhere behind her she heard someone start up their vehicle.
Kenzie had nothing on but a white tank top and blue boxers; well, at least they resembled shorts, a bit.
Speeding up to a jog, Kenzie tried to block out the fact, everyone probably knew it had been her last night.
"God, God, I'm sorry for being a little****."
Not knowing how to address Him, Kenzie felt she'd made Him sound less omnipotent.
Striding up her front steps she hesitated at the threshold.
The door was open but that wasn't what bothered her; were the demons still there? Waiting?
Kenzie felt like her heart was a empty hole.
The kitchen light was on, the black book open on her wooden two person table.
She sensed the lingering fingerprints of evil in the atmosphere.
Kenzie hadn't been able to exactly process the turbulence at which everything had happened.
Making a cup of mint tea, and putting on some worship music, Kenzie attempted to be at peace.
Jumping in her skin from a knock at the door, she groaned as it all flooded back.
It was Sunday, Jessica was picking her up.
Yep, she'd been two timing God, but no more, she was done.
Throwing on some black sweats, Kenzie informed her gracious friend by her looks, at how not ready she was.

"Oh myy goodness! What happened to you? Gir-
Let's hurry to get you fixed up, we still have a bit of time."
Jessica, or as Kenzie called her, Jess, was a hairstylist in town at "Waves" Hair salon.
In fifteen minutes they were in her pals little Honda accord, and on the way to Cross Rock church.
The only other person on her street who went to church, was a sixty seven year old lady; but that was all it really took.
Butterflies filled her grumbly stomach.
Than on roadsteel road, only two turns away from church, voices began hissing and muttering.