I stopped for a long lunch. I figured I should finish my journal in case something really weird happens. But to be honest, I think I’m just procrastinating. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I should’ve probably told my sister, but then again. She’d probably have me committed.
Jacob focused on the clerk. She couldn’t have been any older than sixteen, but Jacob’s hard stare didn’t faze her. I couldn’t fathom what was going on with those two, so I panicked. I bolted to the door and ran into a rack of earrings. Jacob didn’t look. The girl didn’t look. They just continued to stare at each other.
“Where’s Jenna?” Jacob said. His voice was so cold that my heart sank into my stomach.
The girl told him that she was in the back. Jacob turned to me and said, “Leave it, Drew.” Normally, I would have ignored a person who told me not to clean up my own mess, but Jacob’s demeanor had changed. He’s one tough guy− scary.
I followed him through a beaded curtain. We entered a small room that had thousands of tchotchkes displayed all along the walls. Some were like those up in the front, but most looked older and had a dull sheen. A heavyset woman slumped in a beanbag chair with a laptop on her generous lap. Two empty bean bags sat opposite of her. She signaled for us to sit.
“What is your offering?” she asked.
“I ain’t going to kill yah.” Jacob shot back.
“No thanks.” She looked up from her computer and grinned.
Jacob took out a penny and tossed it to her.
She held it up. “1955 double die wheat penny.”
Before I could ask a question, she started in on me. “Ah…the remaining victim of Darrel Jackson. Jackson was one of God’s projects, you know. Always looking for ways to end someone’s life, and yet leaves a victim behind so that the pain lasts forever.”
Jacob defended me. “I didn’t bring him here to be taunted by you, witch.”
Jenna took out a brown paper bag. “You want Andrew to summon an angel, a tool of God, to fight God’s Divine Plan. You want him putting out fire with fire. He should understand what he’s getting into.”
I spoke up, “The only thing that matters is finding my daughter.”
“Here is everything you need. The GPS coordinates are inside. Go to the location and throw the bag in the fire. Burn everything in the bag, including the paper with the coordinates.”
Jacob grabbed the bag and peeked inside.
“He must go alone,” she told him.
“He’s not going alone,” Jacob told her.
“He will, and you must leave now. The Morning Stars have been tracking you. They don’t believe in fighting fire with fire. Jacob, you must go before they realize what you’ve done.”
Jacob had me leave by myself and catch a bus back home.
So here I am. Procrastinating at a truck stop. Writing down what happened to me in case my memory gets erased. On my way to summon a real angel to save my daughter, Avery.
Jacob picked me up yesterday and took me to a run-of-the-mill charm shop. It was garish kind of place to say the least. It was like a giant pre-teen jewelry box. Cheap necklaces, hair ties, you name it, hung everywhere. I noticed the snap bracelets right away. They had every color of the rainbow. Avery would have loved it. Oh, Avery where are you?
Jacob focused on the clerk. She couldn’t have been any older than sixteen, but Jacob’s hard stare didn’t faze her. I couldn’t fathom what was going on with those two, so I panicked. I bolted to the door and ran into a rack of earrings. Jacob didn’t look. The girl didn’t look. They just continued to stare at each other.
“Where’s Jenna?” Jacob said. His voice was so cold that my heart sank into my stomach.
The girl told him that she was in the back. Jacob turned to me and said, “Leave it, Drew.” Normally, I would have ignored a person who told me not to clean up my own mess, but Jacob’s demeanor had changed. He’s one tough guy− scary.
I followed him through a beaded curtain. We entered a small room that had thousands of tchotchkes displayed all along the walls. Some were like those up in the front, but most looked older and had a dull sheen. A heavyset woman slumped in a beanbag chair with a laptop on her generous lap. Two empty bean bags sat opposite of her. She signaled for us to sit.
“What is your offering?” she asked.
“I ain’t going to kill yah.” Jacob shot back.
“No thanks.” She looked up from her computer and grinned.
Jacob took out a penny and tossed it to her.
She held it up. “1955 double die wheat penny.”
Before I could ask a question, she started in on me. “Ah…the remaining victim of Darrel Jackson. Jackson was one of God’s projects, you know. Always looking for ways to end someone’s life, and yet leaves a victim behind so that the pain lasts forever.”
Jacob defended me. “I didn’t bring him here to be taunted by you, witch.”
Jenna took out a brown paper bag. “You want Andrew to summon an angel, a tool of God, to fight God’s Divine Plan. You want him putting out fire with fire. He should understand what he’s getting into.”
I spoke up, “The only thing that matters is finding my daughter.”
“Here is everything you need. The GPS coordinates are inside. Go to the location and throw the bag in the fire. Burn everything in the bag, including the paper with the coordinates.”
Jacob grabbed the bag and peeked inside.
“He must go alone,” she told him.
“He’s not going alone,” Jacob told her.
“He will, and you must leave now. The Morning Stars have been tracking you. They don’t believe in fighting fire with fire. Jacob, you must go before they realize what you’ve done.”
Jacob had me leave by myself and catch a bus back home.
So here I am. Procrastinating at a truck stop. Writing down what happened to me in case my memory gets erased. On my way to summon a real angel to save my daughter, Avery.
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