Between Heaven and Hell

Chapter 18

 

 

Between Heaven and Hell

Copyright © 2012 by Carla Meyer

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CHAPTER 18

His heart pounded furiously against his chest as Joey struggled to insert the key into the ignition. His entire body was quivering, and a mixture of emotions washed over him. He was worried and petrified for his sister; he wanted to cry and yell all at the same time. But the most profound emotion Joey was experiencing was anger, and with him, anger always led to death, to lost life, to losing a little part of his self too. He felt his palms burn up as the anger rushed through his veins. It was exactly what Lucifer wanted, and Joey knew it too. But he didn’t care. All Joey Olsen cared about at that moment was saving his little sister.

“Where are you going?”

He dropped the keys to the floor as Meredith’s voice echoed through his mind. He looked left and right, in front of him and behind, but he couldn’t find her face. He shook his head harshly and rubbed at his eyes. He was hallucinating, or so he thought.

Inside the little white house was Meredith, who was far away and dreaming, but her connection to Joey told her he was about to do something absurd. But even though she didn’t wake up, her unconscious mind stretched towards his consciousness, and somehow she was able to communicate with him. She was his Guardian Angel after all. But Meredith didn’t wake up to stop Joey, and he didn’t stop and consider, even for a second, that Meredith was able to communicate with him in that way. Joey finally managed to get the key into the ignition, and before his better judgement could kick in, Joey slammed his foot down on the gas pedal and was speedily driving towards the place where the old man had burned.

The Archangels were watching Joey from the sideline, arguing and contemplating his survival. Of course they knew the truth about what was happening, but they were too frightened, too unsure in what they were supposed to do. This wasn’t like anything they had ever dealt with, and even though Michael was ready for the attack, the other Archangels murmured amongst one another. Not even Uriel, the wisest of all the Archangels, had a creative solution to Joey Olsen’s predicament. They closed their eyes and sent a prayer up to God to guide and protect Joey, and with that all of them disappeared, all but one.

Joey soon found himself sitting in the beat-up Volkswagen, staring towards the exact spot where the old man had disappeared. He had been sitting there for over fifteen minutes, thinking and rethinking his plan. But the truth was that Joey had no plan and he was about to walk blind sighted into the unknown. He kept hoping for some brilliant idea to pop up in his mind, he kept praying that the Archangels would appear and help, but Joey knew he was seen as an abomination and that help from above was very unlikely.

He inhaled deeply as he stepped out of the car, making sure to keep the headlight’s on for lighting. The night had fallen quickly, and Joey couldn’t stand to linger any longer. Slowly, he walked towards the back of the house. He looked at the spout the old man had offered him a drink from. He couldn’t remember the exact spot where the old man had vanished though.

“Hallo?” he whispered, listening for any sound of movement. He waited to the count of ten and then called again.