Journal Entry 9

I searched for charm shops this morning.  I found two that look promising. I’m going to check both today.  Here are the addresses in case I lose my memory again.

Beautiful Charms

217 South Fair Oaks Avenue

Pasadena, CA 91105-2005

Charming Charms 

19000 Hawthorne Blvd # 100

Torrance, CA 90503

Journal Entry 8

I have nothing.  That will be my greatest asset.  I am going to find Jacob, save my daughter, and kill that bastard cowboy.  I don’t know if God’s evil, but I am going to kill anyone who gets in my way.

I check my Garmin and my computer browser for where I have been.  No history.  I never clear the history.  Someone must have deleted the GPS coordinates from my stuff.

Journal Entry 7

I went to the police station today.  After an hour wait, an officer, not on my case, told me they were searching the area they picked up Jackson.  I can’t believe I didn’t write down the GPS coordinates, or the charm shops address, or something.  I am an idiot. 

I went home and threw out our bed.  Maybe I’ll be able to sleep in there now… Maybe I won’t be able to sleep in there again.

Journal Entry 6

I found a gun today under my couch.  It’s weird, almost fancy.  It’s sliver plated with a gold inscription that read, “Thou shalt not kill.”  I hid it in a pot in the kitchen.     

I talked to my sister today.  She hadn’t talked to me since the funeral.  Somewhere I lost two days and my entire memory of this guy, Jacob.  I didn’t tell her about the journal.  I feel like I need to keep it secret and need to keep writing in it.

Journal Entry 5

I found this notebook under my pillow on the couch.  It’s in my hand writing, and I am freaking out!

I woke up on the couch again, like I always do.  I still can’t sleep in that room.  Instead of washing up, I turned on the TV.  I got into the nasty habit of flipping through the news stations before moving off the couch.  I guess I was hoping to find something.  When I moved my pillow, I found it.  This crazy notebook.  I read through the entire thing and you know what…  I can’t remember how long I’ve been sleeping on the couch.

Journal Entry 4




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It didn’t work.  I lost Avery today, but I can’t give up.  I need to get back there and try again.  I need to find Jacob.  My only lead is the charm shop.  It’s almost daybreak and I need some sleep.  I’ll have to head back tomorrow.

I took me all day to drive to the GPS coordinates that Jenna had given me.  I had driven slowly because I was paranoid about the... well I was paranoid.  When I stopped for lunch, I sat drinking coffee for at least an hour trying to keep calm.  I couldn’t believe what I was doing.  It was all either a waste of time or maybe, just maybe, I was doing the one thing that would save Avery.  Looking back, I can’t believe I was so naive.  I should’ve gotten there sooner.

I drove out to the desert.  The location was about a half mile off the road.  I remember thinking that it was going to be hard to find the exact location, but I saw the fire in the distance as soon as I started walking.  There was a campfire just like Jenna said.  Maybe she really was a witch.

A man was waiting for me on the far side it.  He sat quietly, glaring.

I didn’t know what to say.  “Are you here to stop me or help me?” I asked.

The man straightened his cowboy hat and said, “What you aiming to do ain’t good.  Jinni’s don’t serve their master.  They follow God’s Will.  I can’t let ya do this.”

“God wants me to find my daughter,” I told him.  “He wouldn’t let her die.”

“Millions of children die every year.  God don’t care if yer kid dies.  You summon that angel son, and you’ll be messing with God.  You ain’t gonna like the results.”

I figured this guy couldn’t stop me anyway.  I crunched up the bag and tossed it into the fire.  I recited the chant Jenna had told me to say.

The fire erupted and then died down to short blue flames.  An angel appeared above it.  It was incredible.  It looked exactly like I had expected.  It had a gleaming white robe, stretched wings, and a boyish face.  Not even a moment later, that bastard in the cowboy hat shot it straight in the head.  The angel dropped into the fire burning.

The cowboy walked over to me.  He put his hand on my shoulder and said, “It’s better this way.  Trust me.  That angel would of killed the both of us.”

I drove all the way back tonight and now here I am.  The sun is breaking and I am writing down what happened.  It is all real.  I saw an angel.  The only chance I had to get my Avery back.

I’m not going to give up.  I will not cry.  I will fight.  I will find Jacob and then get my daughter back.

Journal Entry 3

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 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.