Finding Forever - REVISED

Chapter 6: Finding a New Religion

Angel

The first face I see when I walk out the door is Rachel's. Rachel, Macey and I were the three musketeers growing up. Where Macey was the life of the party, Rachel is the ray of hope always seeing the best in people. She only has one mode all the time, bad kid hopped up on candy. Her enthusiasm will either pick you up or run over you like a 50-ton mack truck. She knows from the dazed look on my face that I did the impossible, won my freedom. Her high pitch scream of joy, "Thank God almighty, you are free at last!" makes me laugh freely for the first time in weeks.

"Go get your sweet ass dressed. We are going out to celebrate."

"All I want to do is go home and try to figure out what happens next."

"Angel, you need to let loose. Find a hot guy and take advantage of him. The best way to get over someone is under someone new!"

I am half listening to her knowing that Skull will try to drag me home with him as soon as church is over. I need to take advantage of this window and get my things from the house while he is not there. My head hurts too much to deal with another round of bull shit.

"No can do Sis. I know that look on your face. You are not going to go try and pack up your stuff by yourself tonight. We are going to knock back shots and find something wild to get into."

"More like something stupid, count me out".

Seeing Skull look my way with a crazed look in his eyes is enough to make me change my mind. I can feel it in my bones that nothing good will come of this night, but I give in anyway.

"Okay I will go, but with one condition. You help me get dress, but you better not make me look like Stripper Barbie the extra slutty edition".

Three hours and a ton of hair products later I am deemed fit to go clubbing by Rachel. I hardly recognize myself looking at the sexy girl staring back at me in the mirror with smoky eyes filled with secrets. I must admit the short red dress does wonders for my curves. The strategic cut outs in the pattern tease you with the tempting sight of skin. It is the most daring thing I have worn in a long time. The vision I see in the mirror reminds me of the girl I use to be before my life went to hell. Too bad this illusion does not work to make the inside feel as good as the outside looks. How did I lose myself along the way? Better yet when did I stop being me?

"Here drink this. Put those heavy thought of yours on pause. Your worries will be there tomorrow."

I down my shot and hers for added liquor courage. Look at world, Angel is back.

I can feel the beat course through my body like an old lover's caress the minute we cross the threshold into Erotic Zones, a club that the Grim Reapers owns. It makes me feel alive and I crave more of this feeling like a drug. Moving to the dance floor as if in a trance I allow the music to whisk me under its spell. It promises freedom if only for one night.

It does not take long for a fuckable piece of eye candy to zero in on me. The liquor coursing through my veins makes me drop my shields and agree to willing be his prey. I do not want to know his name. I just want him to make me forget if only for tonight.

I feel his hands on my hips while I grind up against him. Moving my body to the seductive beat of the music has become second nature to me. I hopefully have consumed enough tequila that if I squint my eyes just right, I may be able to fool myself that this guy is the man I am starting to fall for, Reaper. Now if I can only get him to shut his mouth and stop whispering in my ear this might just work.

"You feel all that baby? Keep moving like that I might have to take you right here."

Oops time to turn around Mr. Happy is making his rock hard appearance against my ass. Nope even with my eyes squinted until they are damn near close it still not Reaper. I am going to need more liquor courage if I am going to be able to go through with operation forget the cheater under someone new.