Divine Purpose

Chapter 7

It was the night before my brother's wedding and I couldn't sleep. My body was physically exhausted but my mind was swarming with taunting memories. It was like a horrible nightmare replaying itself in my mind like a movie. What was he trying to say? That people with sins don't deserve a second chance? We all make mistakes. We acknowledge our sins, confess them, ask for forgiveness, and try our best to never do them again. She just needed a second chance. Oh God, it was all my fault. I should have stopped him. I was so stupid. I should have known he would try and harm her, I mean after all he did stab me.

I pounded my fist into the punching bag and groaned. She was dead because of me.

"Its two in the morning." Pierce's voice out of the dark shadow in the room.

"I know." I kicked the bag and it swung in the air.

"Can't sleep?" He was closer now.

I shook my head. "Nope."

Pierce came up behind the bag and held it as still as he could while I went ham on it.

"Laken what happened at the warehouse?" He was sincerely concerned.

How could I explain it to him? I refused to tell him about my stupid imaginary friend that was following me around and ruining my sleep schedule. It was humiliating. Killing demons was a part of our life; it was like tying our shoe. How could I let a demon, or whatever he is, haunt me for this long? And now he's even compromising the lives were supposed to he saving. I was too ashamed to tell my family.

"I don't want to talk about it." I was growing fumes just thinking about it.

My brother frowned. It was eating at me not telling him but I could handle it on my own. 

"Everyone's probably going to be up in a few hours. You should shower and try to get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day." He was worried.

I nodded and Pierce walked away. I took his advice and after a shower I was able to sleep a bit. I woke up to the sound of my mother making a commission in my closet.

"Laken wake up. We only have two hours till the wedding. You need to get dressed."

Two hours? What? I over slept. That was weird. My mother took out my dress and pointed to the cup by my bedstand.

"There's some coffee. Now get up so Miriam can do your hair."

I wiped the rest of sleep off my eyes and prepared myself for a hellish morning. It took Miriam 30 to curl my hair into nice lustrous waves and 10 minutes to throw on some makeup. Then she helped me laced up the blue floor length dress and I was finished.

"Wow I'm a miracle worker." Miriam gushed as she examined me.

I rolled my eyes. "You had plenty of beauty to work with from the beginning."

She giggled and headed for the door. "I'm gonna go see how Gabe is doing."

Once alone I gathered up my courage and faced the full length mirror. The dress was gorgeous and fit me like a glove. I guess the corset bodice was a good idea. The blue went extremely well with my ivory skin that it even made me glow. My long chocolate brown wavy hair cascaded beautifully over my shoulders and ended mid way to my stomach. I should probably get it cut soon. Yet it was my dark brown almost black eyes that took the cake. The eyeliner encircling my eyes surprisingly didn't make me look like a raccoon. It was perfect and my skin seemed flawless. It was crazy what makeup could do.

I grabbed my cherry chapstick and applied it to my full lips. My sister often made fun of my big lips. My theory was she was just jealously. My lips were my best feature. I took a deep breath and walked out into the chaotic sense that was my life.