Wrecked Guardian Angel

Chapter Five - You're my saving grace.

Sundays at 10:00 is when everybody who believes in this town gathers in this building to sing, dance and pray.  They do this even when they've been failed so many times. I, on the other hand can't handle disappointment, therefore stopped believing. Riley still believes, I guess that's why she decided to spend her nights here. I used to believe too, until everything I had basically got taken away from me. I don't think I can ever find a way to let Him in anymore. When I went to Him for help, He made no sound. I don't know why I agreed to meet her here today, but maybe I just need a little closure. I'm unaware of the reason, but as soon as I reach the entrance, I pause and scrape my feet on the ground.

I take a deep breath and finally make my way into the warm building with hesitated steps and swinging arms. I felt so welcomed yet so guilty, like I did something wrong and didn't deserve to be here. Memories from my childhood cascaded into my thoughts as I reminisced about the years I used to be here every Sunday. Those were the same years my family was close and everything was simple and not complex. That reminds me that I'm not the one to blame here, I didn't become this for no reason.

My steps echoed on the wooden floor while the benches all around me seemed to never end. "RILEY!" I screamed, "Its Sam." The words echoed but no one replied. "RILEY?" I screamed again, but there was no response at all, causing me to suspect that there was something going on. As I walked closer to the stage, I see a figure kneeling down in front of the cross. It is her. Riley. I stand behind her and watch her say these words to someone who isn't even listening. She's thanking God and asking that things turn out right for her.

"You know He isn't listening right? Well, that is if He exists, He still isn't listening." I say all of a sudden, startling her and causing her to get up. "Uh Sammy I didn't hear you come in." She says. "I guess I didn't scream loud enough." I retort with a rude tone. "What's your problem?" She asks with a frightened expression. "My problem is that you're here wasting your time telling someone who doesn't care about your problems. HE DOES NOT CARE!

"How do you know?" She shrieks back at me with tears rolling down her cheeks. "I know because when I lost my mom He did not lift a hand to help. When my father lost his way, HE wasn't there. When my sister got hit with a car the best he could do was leave her paralyzed waist down. They asked me to pray for a miracle and I did EVERY SINGLE DAY in the church, but NOTHING! NOTHING HAPPENED RILEY, NOTHING! Riley, he couldn't care less about what happened to us here." I'm the one screaming now and not realizing the words that come out of my mouth. My emotions start to take over me and tears start to make an appearance. I take a seat and breathe slowly to calm myself down. She sits next to me and puts her hand in mine.

At first we're both silent and the only audible sound is our sniffing caused by the tears. "I get it, I really do." She starts, "It's like you've built all these walls and they just start tumbling down and it doesn't make sense. And you ask yourself why, but NEVER get an answer. EVER!" Her voice gets really low giving me the impression that she understands me more than I thought she did. "It's like He never even made a sound when you asked him to, and He just leaves you there feeling alone." Her trembling voice caused me to look up at her only to see her about to break down yet again."

I kneel down in front of her and hold her hands. This isn't the best start to a morning, but we can't be judged for this. "I'm sorry, but I just don't understand how you can still believe in Him after everything you've been through. I don't understand how you keep your faith." She smiles a little before saying, "It's not easy, it really isn't. Every day I pray it won't fade away, I pray that I wake up with the same determination to go on as I do when I'm happy. I swore I would never fall again. I promised myself that I would never go down a dark path again."

"Then what are you doing here with me?" I ask "My life is as dark as dark can be." I tell her with a trembling voice. "Mhmmm" she starts, "I think, no I believe you're my saving grace." she says. "I'm not much for saving anything, I always end up destroying things. You should just shut me out and leave. " I say warning her, but looking away from her. "I guess it's a risk that I'm taking." She replies and pulls me up with her.

Our faces are inches close now and I can feel her breath on my face. Her eyes look into mine and I remember the first time I saw her cry. It stings that this time I'm part of the reason why she's crying. I don't want her to ever cry again, ever.  It takes everything for me to stop myself from kissing her, but I can't. Our face inch closer and closer and before I know it I crash my lips on hers. I hold her face closer to mine and our tongue moves in sync. I can taste the tear on her lips, and suddenly feel the weight of the agony she's been through. I move her towards a wall, maintaining my grip on her waist. I hold on to her wrists and place them on my chest. Kissing her causes all the pain and heartache to dissolve.  We release in time to catch our breath. I stare at her for a while and we both smile knowing the other is everything we need and more.

A/N. // Bout to leap into reality in the next chapter.