Clarence closed his eyes and shook his head. “It’s not a joke. I’m your father.”
I heard a thud and turned to see that Gram had passed out. I had no clue until now that a ghost could do that.
“Help her,” I directed Candy, who hopped to her feet then sat down on the floor next to Gram. “I’m processing a whole lot of shit right now. The words disgusted and horrified come to mind, as well as hatred and revulsion. You have known me my entire life. My entire fucking life.”
“I have,” he said, staring at me. “It was for your own good.”
“My own good?” I snarled. “That’s certainly big of you, John Travolta. Thanks for that, you no-good son of a bitch.”
“There is much you don’t know,” he said.
“Enlighten me,” I replied.
The man who claimed to be my father said nothing.
“I’m talking to you,” I snapped.
“And I hear you,” he replied.
“Then answer me.”
Again, he was silent.
I wanted to hit him. I wanted to destroy him. Why hadn’t he wanted me? What was so wrong with me that he’d been around me my whole life and never acknowledged me?
My mother had preferred death to me, and my father hadn’t wanted me. It was entirely too much to take in.
So, I didn’t. I shut that part down. I’d turned out fine without a mother or a father. I’d had Gram, who had loved me enough for a hundred mothers and fathers. I didn’t need a father. I didn’t want one.
“Your explanation doesn’t matter,” I said with no emotion in my voice. He wasn’t even worthy of my hatred. “You mean nothing to me. All I want from you is to touch me when I go into Steve’s mind and share his death memories with the others.”
“He is bound by honor and blood to obey your request,” Charlie said, still shocked by the revelation.
“Correct,” Heather said, coming to my side and placing her hand on my shoulder. “As the Arbitrator, I consent to the request of the daughter of the Archangel Michael. He is bound by the principles of virtue and goodness to aid in the case against the Angel of Mercy.”
“His noncompliance shall result in punishment.” Gideon stared daggers at Clarence. “By me.”
“And me,” Karma added, sounding delighted by the prospect.
“Your reply?” Charlie demanded of Clarence.
“As you wish,” Clarence said with his gaze pinned on me.
I nodded jerkily at him and held on to my composure only by a thread.
“When shall we begin?” Tim asked, joining Heather at my side.
“Now,” Gideon said. “I don’t trust him to keep his word.”
“My word is good,” Clarence growled.
“Then what’s the problem?” Gideon shot back.
“There is no problem,” he said, sounding old and tired.
“Where is Steve?” Charlie asked.
“Upstairs,” I whispered, light-headed and terrified.
Without another word, everyone stood and made their way to the stairs. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. This is what I had been fighting for and now that it was here, I was almost paralyzed.
Gideon and I were the last to leave the kitchen.
“Remember two things, Daisy,” Gideon said as his eyes still blazed red. “One, I love you.”
“And two?” I asked.
“The barrier between worlds may be thin, but not all that lies behind it is savage. We will win.”
Taking his hand in mine, I slowly led him out of the kitchen and into the violent storm that awaited us.
“Are you ready?” Gideon whispered as we took the steps one at a time… moving forward and not looking back.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “I am.”
The End… for now
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Midlife's a bumpy journey. The ride is a freaking rollercoaster. The crisis is real.
With my life back to normal--normal being a very relative word--one would think I'd catch a break.
One would be very wrong.
With an Angel gunning for me and a Demon in my bed, life couldn't be more complicated. Not to mention, I'm going to have to make a rather large life choice.
Do I want to live forever?
Does anyone? Forever is a very long time.
Whatever. I'll think about it tomorrow... or next week... or next month. As long as I have my girlfriends, my dogs, a super-sized case of merlot and my deceased squatters, I'm good to go.
My midlife crisis. My rules. If it doesn't kill me dead first, I plan to have a most excellent midlife crisis.
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Fashionably Dead
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Hell on Heels
Fashionably Dead in Diapers
A Fashionably Dead Christmas
Fashionably Hotter Than Hell
Fashionably Dead and Wed
Fashionably Fanged
Fashionably Flawed
A Fashionably Dead Diary
Fashionably Forever After
Fashionably Fabulous
A Fashionable Fiasco
Fashionably Fooled
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SEA SHENANIGANS SERIES
Tallulah’s Temptation
Ariel’s Antics
Misty’s Mayhem
Madison’s Mess
Petunia’s Pandemonium
Jingle Me Balls
SHIFT HAPPENS SERIES
Ready to Were
Some Were in Time
No Were To Run
Were Me Out
Where We Belong
MAGIC AND MAYHEM SERIES
Switching Hour
Witch Glitch
A Witch in Time
Magically Delicious
A Tale of Two Witches
Three’s A Charm
Switching Witches
Your Broom or Mine
The Bad Boys of A$$jacket
HANDCUFFS AND HAPPILY EVER AFTERS SERIES
How Hard Can it Be?
Size Matters
Cop a Feel
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Robyn Peterman writes because the people inside her head won’t leave her alone until she gives them life on paper. Her addictions include laughing really hard with friends, shoes (the expensive kind), Target, Coke (the drink not the drug LOL) with extra ice in a Yeti cup, bejeweled reading glasses, her kids, her super-hot hubby and collecting stray animals.
A former professional actress with Broadway, film and T.V. credits, she now lives in the South with her family and too many animals to count.
Writing gives her peace and makes her whole, plus having a job where she can work in sweatpants works really well for her.
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