The Preacher's Daughter (Christian/Mafia Romance)||Completed||✔️

Chapter twenty six

She watched the carriage go. He was leaving for some business, not her problem.

Dressing she went down for her training. She stopped training with the Donna on her own and began training with the guards instead.

Apparently the Donna had been going easy on her all this time. But she welcomed this new pain. It was better than planning the murder of Luigi Russo.

She wouldn't let him turn her into what she wasn't. But right now she was rage full. And needed to expend that energy somewhere else.

The weeks that followed his absence she ignored all his rules. Every single one of them. Which was why right now she was exploring the forest at the far end of the property.

They'd tried to stop her, Mrs Russo had tried. The guards had tried, but she was bent on it. After all they said this was her new home didn't they?

Soon enough she found a spot, and different routes to get there. The guard assigned to her had to let her go, or at least escort at a good distance after she'd embedded different arrows and knives in his person.

She'd come to the clearing under the rock to think, cry, try to laugh, try to sing, anything to make her feel human again.

The path in the forest was usually deserted at this time of the evening, but she never minded it. It lead to her little piece of paradise, away from the hustling and bustling of being the preacher's daughter.

Laying on the grass in her special spot she noticed the change in the air. Whoever it was was about to get seriously injured.

A palm clamps over her mouth and she lodges one of her blades in the arm connected to the palm.

The stormy grey's that she wouldn't forget, even in her dreams stared right back at her.

'Seems you're still as fiesty as ever',

'And you're yet to learn to pick the right battles'.

She jerked awake, not knowing when she dosed off. Strange dream to be having indeed.

Blinking to clear her vision she saw it was almost black out. She began to head to the estate.

Instead of using the servants door at the back as she usually did she used the front door.

Ignoring the guards, the maids and virtually anybody that she came across till she got to the room she assigned herself.

After a quick bath she went to the kitchen to prepare her food.

'Sarah you know you don't have to cook your own meals in this house. Luigi would kill all the cooks and maids for sport if you so much as got food poisoning', Mrs Russo said as she sat on the stool opposite Sarah.

'Good evening ma'am', was all she said but continued.

When she was done she put the food on a plate and sat down to eat.

Hosea came in after Mrs Russo left, grabbed a spoon and joined her to eat from her plate without asking.

'That's mine', she said looking at him.

'That is good', he gestured to the plate and continued eating.

This was their routine.

She'd want solace for dinner and Hosea ignored her request.

After dinner she washed the dishes she used. The dream playing in her head.

And you're yet to learn to pick the right battles.

What did that mean?

In the dream she said to Luigi, but she felt more that she was given a message from God.

Pick the right battles.

Oh she'd shoved everything related to God on a shelf after that faithful day she'd prayed for her death and like her other prayers this one went unanswered.

Pick the right battles.

These thoughts were giving her a headache.

Putting the last plate away she turned to leave the kitchen with Hosea still there nursing a glass of rum.

She never understood how the guy enjoyed that stuff. She could only tolerate it in cake and that was because she couldn't taste it in it. On its own, she found it rather nasty.

'Good night',

'Night sorellina',

(Little sister)

She turned for a while before finally muttering Father thank you. Sleep soon came.

She could have sworn someone was watching her at some point but she was too tired to care. They could kill her for all she cared.

Come morning she went for her training with the guards which lasted longer than her usual training.

But she was keeping up.

So much rage was still in her. She was determined to utilize the energy for something beneficial. Even if it was just body excercise.

Soon her mind wondered.

this doesn't change any of it. God has a great plan for your life, but if you don't know it or forget, or even ignore it you can't walk in it.

You're not supposed to do this alone! You never were. So if you ignore the helper your stay here would be so much more difficult than it has to be.

first Peter chapter two verses nine ... know that you're God's chosen one. He chose you for excellence and perfection, to display His virtues and wondrous works. He chose you!

I know it doesn't look like it at the moment, and what I'm telling you you don't want to hear it but that is the truth bambina.You were born to manifest the glory of God and establish His will and righteousness in the earth.

Even in this place baby.

'You're not supposed to do this alone! You never were. So if you ignore the helper your stay here would be so much more difficult than it has to be!',

'I don't want to be here mama!',

'I know, but you're here aren't you?

Suddenly she screamed and attacked with a vengeance.

'I don't want to be here!!', she screamed as she struck the guard down

She was snatched by the waist abruptly by Hosea making her lose balance and drop the sword.

He held her down as she trashed in his arms screaming I don't want to be here!!

When she settled down some time later in her room the voice came again, but you're here aren't you? You were never meant to do this alone!.

Author's note:

This chapter took me days to write.

A lot of times we cry out about our conditions or situations to God, not wanting to be in it.

But the reality is that we're in it! Our response is what counts, and most importantly we were never meant to go through it alone.

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