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Prolific Writer
Join Date: Feb 2008
Location: Just west of the Cascade Mountains....couple miles from the pacific ocean puget sound
Gender: Male
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A little something from the middle of my book..
Regina was too young to remember when her mother had married Burtrum Gardener. She had heard the stories.
How the retail industry mogul had discovered her and her mother. The industrialist and her mother had been on the
parkway one morning in a thick fog. They had been part of a seven car pile up. Neither had been hurt. As Burt was
going from car to car, he had met Melanie McDonald. The unlikely pair had not exactly hit it off. Melanie was twenty
four, divorced with a two year old. Burt was worth, in excess of, two billion. Melanie was beautiful. After initially
spurning all of Burts advances, he played his last card, money. It worked. Exactly one year and four months after that
fateful accident, the two wed. And that was how Regina, aka Precious, aka LilP came to be, seventeen years later, on
the carpet.
What Regina didn’t realize, as she lay with her knees pressed to her chest, her face buried between her knees,
trying to un-become, wanting to disappear, was that angels were ministering to her soul. Had she been able to perceive
the next higher special dimension, she would have heard the singing, she would have seen her own illuminate, a dark
blue pulsing light surrounded by intense, brilliantly bright reds, whites, yellows, all pressing against her tortured spirit.
She would have observed what happened next, with great trepidation. The angels all looked up as they were buffeted
from all sides by what appeared to be a shimmering vapor. The angels stood their ground as the brightest of possible
light grew. A crescendo of melodic, harmonic voices rose as the light enveloped Reginas spirit, her soul.
Every angel bowed and backed away. The smallest of light began to shine in the middle of her brokenness. The
voice tender, pleading, weak began to rise within the small light. The Holy Ghost, The spirit of God, Gods soul was
convicting her of sin. The light of God in her, singing, groaning, interceding on her behalf.
On the plane of man, Regina was in a battle for her everlasting life. She began to pray.
“Oh God, no, no, please, oh God,I don’t want this life. I deserve everything I’ve gotten. Please God, please,
please…please.” She didn’t know what to pray. She only knew pain and shame. Reginas heart was breaking.
Breaking for her life. Breaking for every time she had chosen the world over herself. Her tears swelled, hot, stinging,
fat tears filled her eyes and spilled her guilt. She sat up knees still on her chest, arms wrapped around them. Her
fingers dug into the flesh just above her elbows. The tears burrowed through the dirt and six days of sex, drugs,
decadence, making a trail of clean, fair, freckled skin a contrast to the darker, grime filled surface.
On the heavenly dimension, the light of God had begun to glow within her. The blue was turning a light lavender,
the middle, glowing pink. The harmonies were beyond beauty. The angels were praising God. The Holy Spirit in
Regina was growing larger.
Regina let out a scream. She jumped to her feet. She rushed to the small purse she had been carrying earlier.
Stumbling in her haste and crying, groaning in high-pitched, short moans and gasps, she made the bathroom.
Regina no longer cared about the contents. Frantically, she opened the thing and dumped it into the toilet.
Reginas life, while surrounded by luxury, was a dysfunctional and a hereditarian disaster. Melanie Gardener had
sold out. Reginas mother had found solace in a bottle. The womans life became a stupor. Burt Gardener had exactly
what he wanted. A mother who wanted nothing more than to keep her daughter out of her hair.
Burt had fondled Regina since she was three years old. She had been exposed to child pornography. Gardner for
his part, was a skilled pedophile. His wealth gave him the perfect subterfuge, unlimited resources allowed his
perversity to go virtually undetected. Melanies dazed condition from her every day use of alcohol, her vacations, her
shopping and general ‘don’t give a damn’ attitude was the perfect setup for Gardeners free reign over Regina. He had
twenty years experience at his game, like every thing else he did, he was successful. Gardener began fondling her in
her sleep. Her little body began its journey of betrayal. By the time Regina was eight, she eagerly anticipated coming
home from her private Catholic school each day. The school was connected to St. Marys’ church and the Nashville
Archdiocese. Burt performed oral sex on her every day, by the time she was ten, she was performing the same to him.
Through the years he had filmed her with men, women and himself. At thirteen, she lost her virginity, if you could
call it that, to Gardner. The next three years were filled with sex, drugs and every corruption that can be perpetrated
on a young girl. When she began to rebel at fourteen, Burt hooked her on cocaine, pain killers and ecstasy. His
lecherous ways knew no bounds.
Often, Regina found the drugs herself. One night the seventeen year old got in over her head. She went home with
three black gang-bangers. They broke her down with insults, screaming, laughing and spitting on her. They had their
way. She thought her life was over. They beat her bloody, her nose and lips were a flood, her left eye was swollen
shut. The three had urinated on her, ejaculated on her face and in her mouth. They had penetrated her anus with a
variety of objects each graduating to a larger one. Reginas torn rectum was bleeding as well. Her broken body
screamed with pain, but her spirit was indomitable. The three had tired of her, besides, now she was a nasty, stinking
mess. She didn’t know it then and still didn’t know that the men were evil and had planned to kill her and dump the
body.
It was business as usual for the crack slingers. They had ignored their phones long enough. The house was a
dilapidated shell. They had turned on the water and electricity, “tapped” from a neighboring house. The house was
located in the poorest, crime laden areas of the ‘hood’. The gang members had little to concern themselves, so with
their guns scattered around the living room, the men busied themselves in the kitchen area cooking up some ‘work’
(crack). Each was loudly boasting, testosterone running high. The astonished look on the face of one of her attackers
was not good enough bounty to satisfy her vengeance. The reason for his utter surprise lay in the barrels of the two
automatic pistols steadily aimed at his chest. He inhaled in preparation to speak. He never got the chance. The forty
caliber and nine millimeter bullets were exiting his back before his ears registered the blast. His companions never had
a chance to complain either. That night she went down a road that she thought was a road of no return. Thankfully, she
was wrong.
Regina didn’t realize who she was. While all of us are special, all of us are children of God, some are marked for
something more. That something doesn’t mean we are particularly blessed or cursed, just chosen. Chosen to fulfill the
will of our Lord and Father. Regina was such a one. Chosen. If asked to have this mark, she might have shrank, but
God had made her strong, so strong. He made her protector equally strong.
On Gods plane, inside the Holy of Holies, angels sang. On earth, it was the time before that fateful night, the night Regina killed.
Millions upon millions of heavens angels praised God. He was creating one of them. One whose story was not yet written, still he was the very word of God. The books of this age were not yet on paper. The Alpha and Omega, The one true God had spoken and so it was.
Oleshio, (oh lee she oh) was everything, Michael, Gabriel and Raphael were. His goodness, a song of heaven, his power, the wrath of God, his humility, like Jesus Christ. His sword forged by God Himself. His skin was olive brown. He stood naked before the throne of God, the sword at his feet. The sword rose at its tip, standing on its handle. Slowly it rose and stopped just higher than the new angel. Melodic tones came from the weapon and suddenly light cast itself in all directions. Every possible color inundated the universe of the heavenly plane, only God, Himself was brighter. Angels oiled down the skin of Oleshio while the swords rich tones resonated throughout the heavens. Harmonies of every kind made this event one of heavens most beautiful. As the song and illuminations from the sword continued, angels brought raiment for the new archangel. They drifted chain mail over his head and shoulders, the golden links covering his torso. Leather wrist bands, four inches wide, wrapped half his forearms, tied underneath in a perfect weave. His skirt was a mother of pearl iridescence with wisps of rainbow shimmering through it. Nothing adorned his feet. Lastly was his vest, tasseled shoulder boards of greenest jade on a double breasted burgundy wrap with double rows of golden buttons, seven to a row. Finally, God took the sword, its song instantly chiming impossible high tones, and brought the blade of light down on Oleshios left shoulder. The song grew as a blast of white sparks blazed from the contact. As the Almighty lifted the sword, the left wing unfolded. He brought the sword down to the right shoulder, again the same song, the same white sparked. The right wing unfurled. Now each wing held high, each touching. The wings were a reflection of all time and brilliance itself.
Oleshio folded back his wings, knelt before the throne with arms outstretched and brought his hands down to the surface of Gods foundation as he said, “ I am your humble servant, you are my almighty God. Only say the word and it shall be done.
Instantly the history of heaven, man and all creation was bestowed on Oleshio. His orders had been given as well. In a flash of lightening and peal of thunder, he was off, gliding on a light toward Regina.
In mans time, on the earthly plane, Regina had just sat down in the car of the three evil men. Twelve of Satans captains would fall to Oleshios sword over the next six hours. Raphael had once been held at bay for twenty one days. In that six hours, Reginas’ soul would be battered mercilessly. When Oleshio found her, when he ‘remembered’ all that had befallen Gods chosen, nothing could hold him back. He gave her strength and courage. He willed her to get up. Inconsolable, Oleshio gave her wrath. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew the guns were instruments of death. Still, he brought her to them, full of fury, she killed and killed again.
That was then, Oleshio had not been with her since that day. The songs of his brethren urged him into her presence. The light of the Holy Ghost bade him to love her.
Regina got up from the bathroom floor, turned on the light and stared into the mirror. Slowly, beneath the smell and dirt, beneath the haunted emerald eyes, she found her heart. She didn’t have to go on hurting herself, others had done that all her life. She didn’t have to bow down to money. Somehow she knew where to go. She knew who to see. Tonight, Lil P would die. Tonight Precious would cease to exist. Regina began her healing. Tonight she would go to Sister Isabella. Tonight her life would change. Failure was not an option.
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