Loving You (Remembrance Series, Book 2) (28 page)

Gregory, Mom and my future in-laws were not happy with how many hours I ended up working. I was getting into work a little after 7 in the morning and leaving a little after 7 or 8 at night.

Since Angela was still on the loose, I promised I would either walk out with someone or call Gregory when I was ready to leave so he could hear what was going on. My mom argued that my calling him made no sense as far as safety was concerned; but how could I tell her he could just transport to me in an emergency? He had been practicing with it by having me go to different places in town and he found his way to me, every time.

Slowly, over the course of the week, some of the employees came back, but others remained out with supposed “flu” symptoms. The ones who returned seemed healthy as could be and were suddenly causing mischief within their departments.

Mom warned me not to become relaxed with everything and to keep my wits about me. I should have listened. I ended up leaving the office late that Thursday night after finally finishing up my reports and placing them on the doctors’ desks for review the next day.

I couldn’t believe it was already approaching 8 and most everyone had left the office, with exception of Caroline. When I went to tell her that I was leaving, she told me she still had more work to do, so I called Gregory once I hit the elevators.

To my surprise, he was still at work, finishing up a PowerPoint presentation for his dad. We continued talking about our plans for the weekend since my mom was coming down and we were all going over to his parents’ place.

Lorraine had another dinner scheduled at a new restaurant to see if I liked that chef’s menu. I knew she was excited about the wedding coming up and tried to be understanding of that fact. Nevertheless, according to her schedule, we were running out of time to find a caterer. I wished for just one weekend where we didn’t have to talk details about our impending nuptials. All I wanted was to rest. Gregory agreed, suggesting maybe we could take the boat or Jet Ski out and disappear for a while, by ourselves.

I reached the garage and was a few feet from my car, about to end my call with Gregory, when the hairs on my neck began to stand up and I sensed evil around me. I whispered, “Something’s wrong. I don’t know what it is, but I sense it. If I have to, I’ll put the phone down, but will not turn it off. I’m parked in the usual area and remember that I can hear whatever you say.”

“Well, lookie who it is. I guess you can’t take a hint and leave him alone, can you?” A familiar voice came from a shadowy figure that began to move from behind one of the parking garage columns.

My mind told me to remain calm, as Gregory inhaled sharply at my words. “Hello, Angela.”

“So you do remember me. I guess you just can’t remember my warning about staying away from my man. I thought our talk would be enough, but no; I had to remind you by trashing your lovely SUV. Too bad someone came into the parking area right when I was about to destroy your paint job.”

Angela walked into the light where I could see her full form. Her aura was glowing bright red, along with her eyes. She was possessed and driven to evil. I was about to try and reason with her, when I heard another familiar voice. “Don’t you know this idiot can’t leave well enough alone? She’s a goody two shoes. She has to be the center of attention and do right by everyone.”

Oh, no. It couldn’t be. “Pamela, is that you?”

I looked around to see if anyone else was parked on my level and saw no other cars. I was alone and with two bodies glowing bright red with hatred and possessed souls. I silently sent up a request for Ray’s help.

I was thankful my hearing had intensified. I was able to hear Gregory beat his fist against his desk in disgust. “Keep them talking, Jordan. Whatever you do, keep them talking! I’m calling the police on my desk phone and will alert them to your location and will be there as soon as I can get to you. Just don’t move.”

I hoped he would understand my response. “Okay, Pamela and Angela, I didn’t even know you two knew each other. What do you want with me?” I knew that to react to them would only give them the advantage against me, so I kept my composure.

Pamela spoke up, “We’ve both had enough of you. We tried coming between you and Gregory every chance we had, but somehow you blocked us. We were told that you two must never marry.”

Before she could say anymore, Angela yelled out, “He’s mine. We were in love once, but then you came along. What kind of spell do you have him under?”

I quickly responded, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We love each other, that’s all.”

Pamela seemed to be the one controlling Angela. “Do it now!” She demanded.

I watched in horror, as Angela withdrew a gun from her purse. I had an instant flashback to Lucinda drawing one on Hannah in the past and realized the dream was a forewarning for the future. I knew Gregory was on his way, but prayed he wouldn’t flash into the path of the gun.

She held the gun with both hands and took aim in my direction. I immediately put my hands up. “I have no weapons.”

“We know,” Pamela answered, smiling malevolently.

“Think about what you’re about to do, Angela. I know you’re in there somewhere, now fight to regain control. If you shoot me, Gregory will never have anything to do with you or your family. He’ll never forgive you. Plus, you’ll go to jail.”

I had never heard Gregory curse before; but a string of profanities radiated from the receiver when he understood I was being held at gun point. “I’m coming for you, Jordan. Just keep them talking.”

She looked like she was starting to waver so I continued. “Pamela is having you do her dirty work for her.” Then I looked at Pamela. “Is this how you get your kicks Pamela, or are you working for the witch?”

Angela looked to be struggling for control of herself, blinking and shaking her head,, while Pamela’s fury began emanating everywhere. She touched Angela’s shoulder with her hand and brought her back into focus. “Do as you’re told and OUR MASTER will reward you accordingly, by helping your father out of his financial predicament.”

I watched in horror as Angela’s finger grasped the trigger and started to pull. Everything around me seemed to move in slow motion. Gregory flashed in, pushing me to the side, as the bullet headed in his direction.

I was thrown off balance and stumbled sideways, as Gregory screamed in pain. He was off balance, when my hands went to his back and halted his decent to the floor. I placed myself in front of him as protection, since it was me they wanted; but he quickly changed positions, using himself as a shield for me.

I glanced over him quickly and found where the bullet had gone through the sleeve of his jacket and shirt. There was a small amount of blood; but as I opened the hole of the sleeve and peered in, I was relieved to see that the bullet had only grazed him. To my surprise, the blood stopped flowing and his skin began to close back up and heal within no time.

“Move, Gregory. I don’t want to hurt you; but if you stand in my way of destroying her, I’ll kill you, too.” Angela announced sternly.

“They both are to be annihilated.” Pamela ordered.

Angela turned her head toward her. “No. You promised only she had to die.”

“You should know never to trust a demon,” Pamela responded, her eyes glowing a deep crimson red. “Either do the job, or give me the gun to finish them off.”

Angela’s head swung back my direction. “I will not harm Gregory, but I don’t mind offing this leech.” She pulled the trigger again, right as I commanded, “Stop, this instance!”

Gregory grabbed me tight and before I knew it, we were standing behind Angela and Pamela, as they stood frozen, gun in hand, with the bullet stuck in mid-air.

I looked over at Gregory’s face. It was full of disbelief. “How did you…?” He couldn’t even finish the sentence.

My hand reached up toward his face, comforting him, as he leaned into it. “This is the power I was questioning when we were at the beach. I’ve never tried this, only to control mental thought. I didn’t know I could do this until now.”

We held each other tight, as we heard the police sirens approaching. When we heard them a floor below us, we carefully took the gun out of Angela’s hand, using Gregory’s handkerchief, to avoid putting prints on the gun. Then he grabbed Pamela’s arms, pinning them behind her back, and I did the same with Angela.

I wasn’t sure how to unfreeze them, and had to decide where I wanted the bullet to go. I tried saying, “Release, NOW.” and it worked. The bullet miraculously did as I had wanted it to, falling to the ground where it was, and they began to protest their restrained hands. There was definitely evil in them, because my hands felt like they were on fire, trying to struggle against Angela.

The police held their guns up and ordered everyone to put their hands up. Gregory quickly explained how we had overpowered our captors. He explained that he had arrived and found Angela and Pamela holding me at gunpoint, about to fire, and he stepped into the line of sight, pushing me out of the way. He handed the gun over, carefully, to the officer and showed him where the bullet had ruined his suit, but didn’t hurt him. The officers did a complete sweep of the area, marking the casings, where the damaging bullet hit one of the concrete columns, and then where the other bullet had landed on the ground. They took pictures of the entire scene, including the gun.

I watched as the other officers placed the two in handcuffs and read them their rights. They fought tooth and nail as they were placed into separate police cars. Once they were in, dark shadowy clouds escaped from the patrol vehicles and into the dark corners of the garage.
Those must have been the demon spirits that were controlling them. I wonder if they will have any knowledge of what happened to them and how they could’ve been possessed in the first place.

Gregory and I finished giving our statements to the police and reported that there was an active Restraining Order against Angela, for her other misdeeds. I also enlightened the officers as to Pamela’s dismissal from the facility and how she harbored hatred toward me, feeling I was to blame.

In the back of my mind I wondered if we were doing the right thing by pressing charges or if this was all brought on by the witch’s minions.
Ray, if you can hear me, we need some guidance and answers.
I knew I wouldn’t rest until I had a response.

Gregory guided me toward the SUV and took my keys to drive us home. “What about your car?” I asked.

“It’s still in the parking lot at work. When we get you back to my place, I’ll flash to work and get it.” He started the vehicle and then reached over to buckle me in, before grabbing my hand and intertwining his fingers with mine and placing it on his knee.

He was quiet, more than I had ever seen him before, on the drive home. It wasn’t until we were through the door and sitting on the sofa that he pulled me into him and began kissing me as though his life depended on it.

The intensity we had caused the room to heat. After some time, he broke off the kiss. “You scared the heck out of me, Jordan! I almost lost you once; then, tonight, to flash in and see you staring down the barrel of a gun…I almost lost it!”

I felt like I was being chastised for something that was within my control. “Well, you scared me, too. How the heck was I supposed to know that you would even get there in time and then you got shot! Thank goodness it was only a nick and you healed yourself. What if she had hit your heart or another vital organ? I nearly lost you, too!”

We both huffed and crossed our arms over our chests, staring each other down. I finally broke the silence. “It’s not like I can control the darkness. Nor do I have the ability to predict what will happen next—at least not with any certainty. I only get glimpses or feelings of things to come, not the whole story. I don’t have the déjà vu feeling until I’m reliving it.”

His head plopped back onto the sofa and he sighed. “I know, I know. I just don’t want to lose you, again. I’ve already lost you twice in the past. I can’t go through losing you another time.”

“Do you think this is the end of our journey to the past?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I seem to recall another period of time in my dreams as a kid. Then in high school we read the Great Gatsby and it was like I had lived in that era. I was enthralled by the book and the movie.”

“I pray that you’re wrong. I don’t like having to do all this research and seeing how we perished in the past. But, I must admit, it still feels like we are missing some details. I need to know more about the spirits and how they can possess some, but not others—like what we saw with the crowd of townspeople in Philly.”

He nodded. “I agree. There is still so much to be learned, plus we need to contact that language specialist to see about our prophecy and what it dictates. It appears that we only have some of the puzzle, with a lot of pieces still missing. I sure hope I’m wrong, though.”

I wanted to change the subject. “So, are you ready to go get your car? You can’t just pop in during broad daylight and have someone possibly see you.”