Forlot: Thunder Will Come Down - Book Twenty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-One

Marty was a sociopath. No. He was a psychopath. He had not gotten over me. He was not in love with me. He was obsessed with me. And he gave Caleb more than a scare because I chose Caleb over him. That son of a...you know...was going to pay.

"Of course, Caleb wanted me," I whispered loud enough for my ex-boyfriend to hear. "Caleb was my husband, and I was his wife. He needed me to protect him from you."

"I did it for you," Marty defended his sick actions. "Caleb needed to get through that thick skull of his that he was not good for you. He is not like other men. What would have happened if a criminal took you two by surprise? You and Caleb are taking a stroll down the sidewalk in the dead of night, and no one is around to help you."

"In what situation would my husband and I be strolling in the dead of night like idiots? Anybody who is smart and not offended by everything would be sleeping."

"Forget logic for just a darn minute, Cindy."

"You are the one who used logic in the first place. Criminals do rob and assault innocent people at nighttime. That is the reason why Caleb and I never wandered outside at that time."

"Okay! Be that way, Cindy. You choose the scenario."

"Why?"

"I am trying to make a point so that you will not make the same mistake."

I tightened my grip on my gun. "You are implying that my relationship with Caleb Night was a mistake, are you not?"

"I would not be making it a huge deal if your husband had not been—"

I finished for him. "White? If his skin had been black instead of white, the connection that we had would have passed your inspection?"

"I was not going to say that. I had no intention of bringing race into this."

"Like how you made it about race since the day that I allowed Caleb to live in my and my parents' house? You and Destiny and Diversity bullied him because he was unlike anyone whom you have seen before. He was a young man who was saved by Christ and had the golden heart. Have you heard of the golden heart, Marty?"

"No, but I know you well enough to know that you will rub it in my face."

In case that you readers are unfamiliar with the golden heart, a golden heart is a heart that is filled with goodness and love and belongs to God. Despite what Caleb had to endure, those events did not stop his heart from growing. Every time that his heart grew, it became more accepting of the right things and infected other hearts, especially ones that were lost in darkness. Losing an individual with that type of heart is tragic.

The gun shook, and I tried my best to keep my hands steady. "Because of you, my husband is dead."

"I did not kill him! Ava did!"

"Because of you and Ava and Slapi and Destiny and Diversity and my parents and Caleb's parents, my husband died! You made his life a living heck. He did not deserve the treatment that he got. He was not to be treated like a slave. His ancestors may have had slaves, but that was in the past. We are the future and should be better, but instead, we are making the same mistakes. Segregation. You are separating rare people like Caleb because you are jealous of them. They are everything that you want to be."

"Caleb was an awful person, Cindy. He believed in a God that is not even real."

"God is more real than you and me."

"See? His craziness is infecting you."

"The only craziness in this household is you."

All of a sudden, the front door burst open, and you will never believe in a million years who ran into my house. It was Ava.

"Ava?!" I exclaimed.

Ava tackled Marty to the floor and put her palms on either side of his head. She raised his head and slammed it on the carpet. She did that five more times before releasing him and climbing to her feet. A small amount of blood was on his forehead, and he was not moving a muscle.

"Do not worry. Marty is still alive," Ava reassured me, dusting off her pants. "I checked his pulse."

"H-how...?" I sputtered. I aimed my gun at her. "Do not come closer to me, Ava. I will shoot you."

"Pfft. Sarah tried to do that way back in book four, and all the bullets went through me." Purple and black liquid appeared in her palm and formed into a gun that was just like mine. She aimed it at me and smirked. "The same cannot be said for you, Cindy. Bullets no matter what they are made out of will penetrate your skin."

My heart was pounding so hard that I was prepared for it to leap from my chest. If I did die, I would be reunited with my husband. But...who would care for the kids? I had to be here for them.

"What in the world are you doing in my house?" I demanded in a scary tone. "You are supposed to be locked up for murdering my husband."

"How many times must we go over this?" Ava said. "I did not kill Caleb."

"How stupid do you think that I am?"

"Pretty stupid, considering that the real killer has been under your nose the entire time."

I growled through gritted teeth. "Give me a good reason why I should not shoot you."

"Besides the fact that your bullets will not hurt me? Think about it, Cindy. When did Caleb start feeling sleepy?"

I opened my mouth, but the only sound that escaped was a whimper. I sat on the couch and cried. She murdered my husband, not Ava.