Nephilim and the Nun

•Chapter Fourteen•

Adina
The cab pulled up at my apartment building, a little after midnight, and I stepped out with my coat wrapped tightly around me after paying the driver. I was tired from walking around all evening in heels and my legs were barely carrying me. Not just that, but I felt dirty after giving that stranger a lap dance.

After Cormac had informed me I was in the wrong room, I'd quickly scurried out, embarrassment burning into me but he was nice enough to direct me towards the right room where I met my actual customer, an older man, drunk out of his mind and stinking of alcohol and cigarettes. The smell nauseated me but I'd already agreed to the job and I was also considering the pay. Hence I did it, trying my best to hold off my breath and I made sure to remind him of the rules that he couldn't touch me.

Thankfully, he picked a short song and my suffering had quickly come to an end after about ten minutes. For the rest of the night, I worked at the bar, helping Eddie serve the booths, after I told him.of my horrid ordeal with the man. I made sure to keep out the part where I ran into the wrong room and met the hot man with the terrifying name_Lucifer.

I mean, who gave their child such a demonic name? It might be normal but after growing up in a church, that name gave me the creeps.

But this man, he looked nothing like that. He could even pass for an angel dropped from heaven. But then, Angels don't exactly visit clubs nor get lap dances they didn't order for.

Pushing the thoughts of the evening to the side and with my bag slung over my shoulder and my keys in my hand, I took the stairs that led to my apartment, a yawn escaping my lips. I was ready to fall into bed as soon as I could get into my bedroom but my thoughts of sleep instantly vanished, replaced by fury and hate the moment my eyes landed on the figure resting against the door.

It was mother Theresa.

My steps slowed, my fingers squeezing the key in my hold and my jaw clenched just from the sight of the one woman I used to love and see as my savior and only family. I once referred to her as my mother but not anymore. She lost that title the moment they switched up on me.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" I gritted out, leveling her with a hard intense gaze.

A small smile curled her lips but it didn't get to her eyes.

"Adina, my child..."

"Hold it there," I snapped, raising my palm while doing my best to control my rage so I wouldn't alert the neighbors. "I've told you countless times to stop showing up at my doorstep. Do you need me to get a restraining order against you before it's clear to you that I no longer want to see you? Why is it so hard for you to understand that you're dead to me?" I spat it and saw the hurt tear through her features but even that wasn't enough to pacify me because she deserved it.

She saw when I was taken by that monster. I cried to her to help but she didn't do anything to stop them. I waited for days, that bled into weeks and into months, hoping one day, they'll seek justice for me. She and all of the other people I called family in that God forsaken parish but no help came. I was mentally and physically abused daily by that evil man, but I struggled to hold on and keep living, hoping one day help would come but nothing came. He even taunted me with the truth that no one wanted me. At long last it finally sank into me that they were happy to have gotten rid of me. I mean, who wanted a motherless and fatherless child hanging on their throat? It was the perfect opportunity to get rid of me and forget me for life but then they weren't prepared for my freedom and now that I finally found my way out, she was walking back into my life? To do what?

It was too late, and I'm happier where I am now than I'll ever be in that parish. It's not the life I dreamt off but at least I was out of the cold walls that had been binding me for years and one day I'll get to where I want to be even if I work my ass off to get there.

"Are you here to finish the damage he started, huh?" I questioned, stepping closer to her but she shook her head in disagreement, a lone tear sliding down her pale cheeks.

A humorless laugh erupted from my lips but I shook my head in bitterness.

"You know, it's funny how I once thought you loved me the most and the only one that cared for me. But it's fine though, I've learnt my lesson. You can't really care for a child you didn't birth. Because if you had an atom of love or a little bit of care for me, you'd have fought to get me saved. But no, y'all allowed a lunatic to walk into that parish you've always claimed was safe from the evils of the outside world and you let him drag me away to hell. Now that I think of it, you're no different from that lying and deceiving piece of shit called Aaron. I hope y'all rot in hell,"

Without waiting for her response, I shoved her out of the way and got into my home, shutting the door on her face. I made sure to stare into her eyes so she could see the hatred brewing in mine.

A sob broke out of my lips but I bit it down, sliding down the door as the memories of the ten months I'd spent locked away in the general's home as a prisoner and his personal toy slammed into me. If there was truly a place called hell, then it must be equivalent to what I passed through in that house with no help from anyone.

Shaking off the thoughts, I rose to my feet and trudged towards my bedroom, refusing to sink into those depressing thoughts of my past and the heart aching pain that came with them.

That night, I cried myself to sleep unable to hold off on the depressing thoughts_not after encountering the nun and also being referred to as Angel by that stranger at the club. But then, I fell into a dream.

...I was back in the same dark room in the general's home, curled into a ball with soft sobs wracking my naked body as I shuddered from the cold seeping into me and numbing any feelings in my arms and legs.

Suddenly, I heard the familiar thuds of footsteps heading my way and the soft rays of light slipping into the darkroom from the space underneath the door.

He was coming for me, again. It's only been two hours since he last came.

My heart thudded hard against my chest, almost driving me into a heart attack as I quickly wiped off the tears from my eyes. I couldn't let him see me as a weak little girl. He'll take so much pleasure in torturing me just to see me break more. I have to keep up a hard front.

My eyes were trained on the door, the closer he got with my heart racing erratically and my fear threatening to chew me out. I bit my lips hard all in an attempt to calm my nerves but I knew it was a failed battle. I was never calm_not when I had the devil continuously assaulting me and throwing me into the throes of my greatest nightmares.

In the darkness, I creeped farther into the room, hoping I was getting more away from the door and my heart palpitating widely, while my entire body shook from the fear of what was coming.

The approaching footsteps stopped outside the door and I quickly docked my head to avoid meeting his eyes when he opened the door.

Suddenly, the door jerked open with a bang and light flooded the room. He took slow steps towards me until his booths came into view, a few steps from me.

"It's okay, Angel, I'm here for you,"

I heard the familiar voice of the one man that lived in my heart, causing me to gasp in shock, at the realization that it was Uriel but when I whipped my head up to see him, my eyes landed on icy cold blue eyes.

It was the man from the club, Lucifer.

The shock of seeing that stranger in my nightmare had me jerking awake from my sleep, panting for breath with beads of sweat rolling down my chest and soaking into my nightdress.

What was he doing in my dreams?

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