For the Love of an Angel//Ed Sheeran

Chapter 1

"No weapon formed against me
Shall prosper.
It won't work.
No weapon formed against me
Shall prosper, no.
It won't work."

I sang the words of my favorite church song, the one I had sang countless times. I listened to it in my car, sang it in the shower, and like this moment, I sang it with the choir at church. My father, Pastor Herman, stood behind the pulpit, head bowed as everyone sang. He was letting the love of the Lord fill him completely and wholly.

The pews were filled completely, and I noticed that hardly anyone was missing. Mrs. Mann was home sick, and I would need to take her soup after the service. Little Billy and Joanna Christel where away with their father, who'd gotten fully custody over them after he divorced their mother. She had been unfaithful, but she still had my prayers. One day she will come in and let the Lord be with her. There were two newcomers, which included newlyweds Joel and Hayley. They'd been married last month, and were looking for a church to call their own. Lord brought them to Springs of Living Water Deliverance Church.

The song came to a closing, gracefully fading out, and I breathed out, smiling. A chorus of "Amen's" and "Praise the Lord's" made its way through the pews. As the choir was settling down, Jenny, who'd been in the kitchen preparing refreshments, appeared anxiously between the double doors. Several heads turned, but she had her eyes set on me. I quietly stood up from the choirs seating and slipped over to her.

"Ariel, I don't know how I did it, but I forgot the sandwiches at my house." She stressed. "They've been sitting out all morning, rotting on the counter."

"Oh." I said, scratching my head. She passed me thirty dollars.

"Please go down to that little bakery on 64th and get sandwiches. It's urgent." She pleaded, flashing her perfectly white smile at me.

"Of course." I laughed quietly. "Just tell my dad where I've went."

"See, Ariel," Jenny stopped my by grabbing my arm. "They wouldn't trust me to bring the refreshments again. See, I've been doing it for years, and I've never forgotten them once, and I don't want to ruin that. So can this be our little secret?"

I looked at her for a moment, wondering if I should let it pass. I didn't want to keep secrets, because I didn't have any secrets. I didn't know how it would feel to have secrets. Even simple ones. I looked back into the service room and examined the people expecting to have refreshments after service and decided the best thing to do would be to go and get them. "Ok. I'll be back." I said. I found my small winter coat and my purse, then quietly slipped out of the large church.

After walking through the thin layer of snow that had accumulated, I climbed into my silver car. I plugged in my iPhone and pressed play on the radio. I knew that my father wouldn't ask where I went off to, but in the slim chance he did, I hoped that Jenny wouldn't tell him anything too far from the truth. Having to make store runs weren't too uncommon.

The little little bakery on 64th seemed to always be open, even on Sunday's, making it the hotspot and go to place in case of emergencies. I parked my car alone the curb and carefully climbed out, making sure not to get my door ripped off by a passing car.

I walked into the bakery and the scent of fresh bread filled my nose, and I inhaled deeply. It made me hungry and I was tempted to buy something to go, but I would eat sandwiches at the church with everyone else.