The Daughters of Heaven and Hell

Ch. 4- Little Love on the Red Carpet

 KALILA

Sweatpants, ponytail, movies, tea, chocolate, boyfriend. Best way to relax after a show. Today, I played for a save the whales charity drive. About a thousand people in the stands, and we raised about a quarter million dollars thanks to me. Yea, they all thought I was singing about dancing, partying, and boys, but none of them knew that I was helping motivate them to donate.

I always feel a little bad about deceiving my fans, but it always feel good to turn on the news and not hear about a war, murders, or children dying of hunger in Africa. Still, there are tons of problems Heaven wants me to deal with. Not everything can be fixed overnight though. I swear though, once the world has been saved. I am going to spend all my days in my sweats.

For now, I was perfectly fine cuddling up next to Mitch watching The Notebook. We watched the loving couple fight through troubles as Mitch gently kissed my neck. “Hey babe, I got a surprise for you,” Mitch whispered as he nuzzled my neck.
“Oh really? What is it?” I hopped up on the sofa and sat on my legs.
“Close your eyes.” Mitch said as he bent down, kissed my forehead, and left the room. I hesitantly closed my eyes as he walked back into the room and set what felt like a box down on my lap. “Okay. Open them!”
I opened my eyes to see a box with a white bichon shih tzu puppy sticking its head out. “How cute!” I squealed, “What is its name?”
“Her name is for you to decide, my sweets.”
I thought about it for a second and proclaimed, “Let’s name her Katrina!”
Mitch sighed and turned away to look out the window, “Kalila... you can’t name a sweet little puppy after someone that spends most of their time trying to kill you.”
“She is my sister.”
“She is trying to kill you!”
“She is my flesh and blood!”
“SHE IS TRYING TO KILL YOU!”
“Mitch, She is a good person.”
“Oh my goodness, Kalila. Do you not hear yourself? Your sister! Is trying! To KILL you!”
“I’m naming it after her.”
“No! You are not!”
We were both staring heatedly at each other as the puppy barked in my lap and licked my face. We both started laughing. “I love you,” we both said at the same time.
“Love... I’ll call her love.”
“Good. I got her to make you happy. And ‘cause I love you,” Mitch said as jokingly poked my side. “You seemed a little stressed about your sister.”
I sighed and leaned back into the couch. “I just... I want her to see that she is hurting other people. And on top of it she is just being used by the devil and Quinn. They don’t care about what happens to her! They just want her to bring results.”
“Your sister is a big girl now. She can make her own decisions. She chose to be this way,” Mitch said, plopping down on the couch next to me.
“But she is being brain washed!”
“You don’t know that honey.”
“Oh really. We she didn’t try to kill me before she found him.”
Mitch paused. He was staring off into space and for a second I thought he might not have heard me. “But she hasn’t killed you yet. And she won’t as long as I’m here.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Now, why don’t we set up a bed for little Love?”

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“Kalila!” “Kalila!” “Over here!” Kalila!”

Flashes of light went off everywhere I looked. It was a week after Mitch had gotten me little Love, and she had been an absolute terror. Chewing and peeing on everything in sight. But now was our time off from her. We were walking the red carpet for my new movie premiere. It was called Guidance. I play an angel who helps a suicidal teen find himself. Ironic, right? I was wearing a long, sparkly silver dress and the cameras were going nuts. Mitch was right by my side wearing a black tuxedo and a silver tie. We were a golden couple. A pop/movie star and one of the best known male models/photographers. Quite a couple.

    It was a warm New York night as we walked down the carpet, but something around me just didn’t feel right. A chill ran through me, like someone was watching me. I stopped walking and decided it was a good time to use my other super power, mind reading. I immediately started listening in to the thoughts around me. Most were pretty normal, but one caught my attention.

“Keep walking, bitch,” the thoughts said, “just a few more steps and I’ll be an only child.”

Shit. I looked around frantically, others beginning to notice my crazed state. Then, I saw her. Standing on the top of a rooftop, a silhouette of a woman. And she saw me too. Her hand raised, something was in it. Shit. This isn’t good. Shit.

“Everybody run!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I just got weird stares from everyone, except for Mitch. He saw her too and he was dragging me back down the red carpet, away from the building’s entrance.

Just then, an explosion went off behind me. My ears immediately started ringing. Somehow, we had ended up on the ground with Mitch on top of me shielding me from the flying debris. My hearing was muffled but all around I could hear people screaming and sirens. I looked around through the smoky haze and saw several people laying on the ground, injured or maybe even worse. I struggled to lift my head to look at the rooftop. She was gone. My sister had tried to kill me, once again. With that, I let myself fade deep into the blackness.

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I awoke in the hospital to the sounds of people outside my door. I creeped to the

door and listened.

“Thank you, Diane. I am outside the door of Kalila, famous pop and movie star who was injured last night when a bomb exploded outside the movie premiere for Guidance. No word on her condition yet, or who could have caused this tragedy. But the world is praying for her while still mourning the death of her co-star, Ryan Masters. Six others were critically injured in the blast.”

I stumbled back away from the door. Ryan. Oh my god. He was such a sweet kid. He played the suicidal teen. He was also in several other popular movies. Ryan was easily one of the most famous teens in the world. Poor Ryan. Dead. And six others injured. All because of me... Wait. Six others injured. Where was Mitch? Was he hurt? Oh no. I can’t live without Mitch. I fell down on the floor at the foot of my hospital bed, crying. First Ryan. Now Mitch. How am I going to survive?

“Knock, knock,” Mitch said entering the room. “Wait, why are you crying?”
“Oh, thank God!” I said pulling Mitch into my embrace and sobbing. “Thank God.”