Forlot: Thunder Will Come Down - Book Twenty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Seven

What Cindy did not realize at the time was that Destiny would receive her just desserts before they even walked into a courtroom. But Destiny's punishment was unlike any that were or are presented inside prisons. In fact, it is illegal thanks to how gruesome and painful it is. Now Caleb of all people would not have even thought of this. But the anxious yet caring husband was not standing in the doorway. It was his own soul. His blue soul seeking revenge on those who steered him wrong, starting with Destiny and Diversity. Before he could give Destiny the lesson of her life, though, he had to rescue the children in her stomach. Not child. Three children.

Destiny's hands squeezed her thick blanket. "You...look like Caleb. But you are not him - are you? He is as good as dead. You are only an essence masquerading as him. Why? To try making me feel so guilty? You are wasting both your and my time. Diversity and I have no regrets. Caleb had it coming." A smug look crept on her face. "If he just broke up with Cindy instead of marrying her, he would still be living his best life. We would have had no reason disposing a crybaby like him."

His spirit slowly moved towards the end of her bed, his hands inside the pockets of his shorts. His emotionless expression showed that he was uninterested in playing the fault game - especially when she was putting all the blame on his sweet half. He was about to make this sad excuse of a woman's death quick but extremely painful. As much pain as she and Diversity inflicted on his wife, his godly half, and his family.

His lips parted. His voice echoed as if he were deep in a cave. "Cindy truly loves Caleb no matter how much and how hard you and her other brainless cousins convince her to drop him like a hot potato."

"Loved. He is history. Dead. Eventually, Cindy will find her way back to Marty. It is inevitable."

His head lowered in front of her face. "No shining light is in your heart or soul. Yet you continuously judge her husband because...you are perhaps jealous of him?"

"You are wording it like that he was never killed in that car accident - which he caused."

"You switched his anxiety medicine with sleeping pills. What would have happened if Cindy and their children were in the car too, including your son?" He had wiped off her smirk.

"Do not dare bring my child into this!"

"Do you love North? Ridiculous name by the way."

"I love North more than Cindy ever loved Pitiful Caleb. When you have kids - if you ever choose bringing small versions of yourself into this world - you are more than welcome to name them what you want. Do not tell me - an essence passing off as a white boy to a black woman - how I should care for my son."

The soul straightened back up. "You are a strong racist. You, Diversity, and Mark are spiteful towards the white people. Why? 'Cause you cannot let go of the past? The whites today should not be held liable for events taking place before they were born."

Rage filled her whole body. "Oh, things would not have gotten so ugly if Caleb was a...white lady instead. White men are the true enemies."

"Even if many white men are decent like Caleb?"

"Only an essence acting as a white boy would say that."

"If I was black..."

"You would still be incorrect because you would still be a man."

"If I was a black woman..."

"Still incorrect because you would be misguided."

"I cannot win with unreasonable people like you."

Destiny's knees pressed against her chest. "Poor dear. I am not the unreasonable one here. You are. You can be far more reasonable if you understood where Diversity, Marty, and I are coming from. Why we did this world a favor by ridding it of a creature like Caleb."

"I never want to understand your insane world."

He pulled back his fist - and punched her face. Then he revealed a knife.