UNLESS THEY KILL GOD

CHAPTER TWO

Popping Ibuprofen every morning was never the life Angela wanted for herself. It wasn't something she was going to sit down and sulk about either.

This was her life and she wanted someone to blame for all the misfortunes in her life.

Her father was at fault.

Yes, he was.

She used to get so irritated whenever she laid eyes on him. He didn't let a second slip by without him giving her a lecture about God like she was part of his church.

But to Angela, God was no saint. She didn't have her mother because of God.

And even though her father was still alive, she didn't have him either because of this same God.

A God she had never ever seen but was supposed to believe he existed somehow.

A God that called them his children but never came to their aid whenever they needed him the most.

Well, if that was the case, she was better off without a God then.

She only asked for one thing, a complete family. And she couldn't even have that.

Her greatest regret was ever stepping foot in a church and even having an ounce of faith in God before.

Her whole life was a total mess now.

And who was to be blamed?

God!!!

And her father couldn't let her live in peace, he would go about on God and God and God and God.

She imagined he was already at the church. On Tuesday mornings, they usually had their counselling sessions.

A dry laugh escaped her.

This is why she wasn't ever going to forgive her father. When she needed him the most, he was too busy taking care of strangers.

No one understood her and she doubted that they would. It was almost a decade since her mother passed and no one realized how it affected her.

But she was pushed out of her thoughts when she heard that peculiar, distinctive sound.

One that could knock the dead out of its sleep.

That rhythm, the pattern it came with.

"Rah-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Rah", was how it sounded.

And after all, he was the only person in the house with her.

Her sister Claire hardly dropped by. She hadn't seen Claire in ages and it wasn't because she didn't want to.

This was another thing she swore was all God's fault.

Cause if He's a destiny changer and their faith lies in His hands, why didn't He change their faith?

She placed the glass of water in her hands on her side table, then pushed herself up, opening the door as fast as she could.

That sound brought back memories but it could make her head burst open like a pinata.

"Preacher, I'm not in the mood so just get on with it", Angela wasted no time.

Robert's face fell.

Angela was just so cold, how come he had only realized it in recent years?

"You won't even let me come in?", Robert asked, a little smile plastered on his face and the tiny wrinkles around his eyes very visible.

He could clearly see that Angela was angry but then lately when was Angela never angry?

She stepped to the side and allowed him to get inside.