For the Love of an Angel//Ed Sheeran

Chapter 7

Warning: Some Cult Shit. Song written by zariiixo

I drove Ed home in silence, sweating like the sinner I was. When I stopped in front of his home, he sat for a moment, quietly. The car was running, circulating the air between the both of us, but that wasn't the only thing between us. Ed turned towards me and placed his hand on the side of my face, attempting to kiss me, but I stopped him.

"Maybe not tonight." I whispered. He nodded.

"Right. I'm sorry I got you in trouble."

"It's not your fault." I assured him. The blame lay on me. I was the one who agreed to go out. I didn't fight temptation. Even with his lips inches from mine, temptation was wrapped around my neck like a collar, beckoning me to follow.

"Yes it is." He mumbled.

"Hey, lighten up a little bit." I laughed, touching his cheek gently. "I'll see you again."

"Are you sure?" He asked me. I nodded, smiling. I didn't want him to ask me if I was sure. I just wanted to believe that I would see him again.

Ed clutched my hand in his own and kissed my wrist. His hair was still slightly wet from our swim down at the local rec center. "Ok. I'll call you. And text you. The gig is in two days, will you remember?"

"I'd never forget." I laughed. Ed placed his hand on my cheek, stroking it loving. He nodded. He brushed my wet hair back.

"Go home and get dry." He I tricked before opening the passenger door. I promised him I would and made sure that he got back into his house fine before putting the car into drive and driving to my house.

It took hardly a moment to make it to my own home, and after I parked in the driveway, I looked into the rear view mirror and saw Jenny's red car right behind me, lights still blaring. I climbed out of my car, keys in hand.

"No, get in." She called out of her window. I sighed.

"I'm wet." I noted. The look on her face told me that she wouldn't care if I were on fire. I went and climbed into her car, shutting the door behind us.

"I called your father."

"Why would you do that?" I cried, turning to glare at her. She didn't even turn her head towards me. She hardly cared about my personal feelings.

"I saw what you were doing with him, Ariel! You kissed him! You kissed the devil himself, and I'm surprised your lips haven't fallen off your face in disgust." Jenny began driving towards the church and instantly regretted getting into her car. What were we doing?

"Stop calling him the devil! Ed is not the devil!"

"He is too the devil! He's the creation of the devil sent here to test your faith and you're letting him win!" Jenny shouted at me. I put my hands over my ears, feeling hot tears squeeze out of my eyes. "Listen to me, Ariel! It's not to late to ask the Lord to forgive you! Have you fornicated with him?"

"No!" I sobbed.

"Then it's not to late Ariel! Don't worry!"

We stopped at the church and I was sobbing, curled over in the seat, sick to my stomach. Jenny climbed out and waited for my to get out, but I was more afraid of facing my father than I was afraid of facing the Lord. I'm a sinner, we all are, but the term "only God can judge us" is used too loosely. Only God has the right to judge us, and that "judging" refers to our souls after we die. I was going to be judge right here and now.

My parents waiting outside the door, looking at me as if they were ashamed to even call me their child. I felt horribly, but not for what I had done with Ed. I felt horrible for myself, because I felt as if I hadn't committed any crime of any sort.