He stared at me with his sad eyes, then came the question I didn’t want to hear, “Would you take me back Ella? I love you, I’ve always loved you and I miss you so much.”
He was almost begging. His words shocked me, I hadn’t expected this. I felt like the weight of the universe had landed on my shoulders, I couldn’t move or even speak. My breathing stopped and I had to tell myself to suck in some air.
Taking a step back, the words finally came, “I’m sorry Taylor. I can’t. I just want to be friends.”
His eyes narrowed and darkened. His body tensed, straightening to his full height and then he turned around and stiffly walked away, not saying a word, not waving goodbye… I stood there watching him. Not once did he look back.
Taylor
Today I “accidently” ran into Ella. Well, to be totally honest, it was not an accident. I’ve been watching her for the past week. Obsessing over her. Desiring her body, her touch, her smell! She really does lead a boring life…working in a café serving boring middle-aged people, going to Uni, hanging around her family. When she was with me, we were always going out and having fun. I thought that surely she must be missing me by now.
Occasionally she goes out with her girlfriends Emma and Julia to grab something to eat. They went to see a movie this week. When it was dark in the theatre, I snuck in and sat behind them. She cried all through the movie and when it finished they went to a café for hot chocolate.
I opened up my heart to her. She was coming onto me, cuddling and saying nice things and then she blew me off! I felt like grabbing her and shaking some sense into her. Stupid idiot, what is wrong with her! Playing hard to get. She should be thrilled that I’m even interested in her. I managed to control myself and walk away.
It isn’t over Ella. You can’t just dump me like that!
I have to work out how to get her back. I just have to. Tonight, I’ve been playing the words I need to say, over and over in my head. Thinking of ways I could “run” into her again. And thinking about that stupid friend of hers, Connor. It’s so obvious he wants her. He’s probably told her heaps of lies about me, putting me down, making me out to be a bad guy. I’ll fix him one day. Soon.
Ella
Taylor totally shocked me today. I don’t think I can be friends with him…I know I can’t be friends with him, he is just too intense.
Just as I was going to bed, he sent me a message on FB:
Ella it was so nice to run into you today, can we meet up for coffee tomorrow?
Having no idea what to do, I called my best friend, Emma. Emma just listened as I blurted out my feelings and then she gave some sensible advice, “Ella, keep away from him, he is unstable.”
I thanked her for always being there for me. Staring out my bedroom window at the beautiful night sky I made my decision. I would have nothing more to do with Taylor, even friendship was out of question. After agonizing over the right words to use, I sent him a message:
Hey T, really sorry but I think it is best for both of us if we go our own ways. I wish you all the luck in the world for your future. S
No kisses or smiley faces, I wanted to get my message across in the nicest possible way, without giving him any hope that I may change my decision in the future.
I lay in the dark waiting for a reply, dreading his anger. No answer. Phew, that had been easier than I thought. Finally it’s over.
And I drifted off to sleep.
Taylor
Who does she think she is! Sweet little FB message…trying to hide her nastiness. She thinks she can control me. But we aren’t finished yet! Ella and I have unfinished business. I tried to be nice, to do the right thing. But she put her little princess nose in the air and rejected me again. And why???? I just wanted to get closer. She’s old enough and I went through so much with her, buying her gifts, flowers, taking her out, charming her parents, listening to her go on about school. She owes me.
I have a strong feeling she’s interested in someone else, so I’m going to continue to keep an eye on her and see what she’s up to.
But then it dawned on me, Connor! That little creep! I was right! How can she have feelings for him! I may have to pay him a surprise visit and sort things out.
Of course, I’m not really enrolling in Uni. But it’s a great cover story for why I’ll be constantly bumping into her. Ella will be mine again. And nobody will stand in my way! Including Connor!
Aiden
Ella is really enjoying her life again, it is so sweet to watch. Her only problem is Taylor, he is obsessed with her. Possessive, a liar and capable of violence…she needs to keep away from him. The more she speaks to him, the more compulsive his need for her is.
Tommy has been watching her as well and is worried about Taylor. He has asked me to intervene if Taylor tries something. I tried to explain to Tommy that Angels aren’t supposed to intervene in human life. He smirked at me and shook his head, “I know you have done it before, Aiden.”
How do I answer that? It’s true, but Ella is special. There is something about this girl that makes my heart sing. I can’t help smiling when I think about her. Everything about her is beautiful, the softness of her skin, the silkiness of her long brown hair, the way she moves and her affectionate soul.
Angels don’t sleep. We spend our time looking after the families assigned to us. They can be all over the world. Our main job is to guide the departed ones to the other side. Some refuse to follow us. Humans have free will and angels cannot influence their decisions. We usually can’t get into the human mind until close to the end of their physical life. If they are awake to the spiritual world, sometimes they can pick up our messages.
Some people have great darkness in their souls, they are the ones that howl and run when they leave their body. Sometimes we can convince them to cross over. There are others who refuse and stay Earth bound, miserable and scared. They are attracted to similar humans and stay in the shadows. These types of spirits like the dark.
When people die in an unexpected accident, they are often in total shock. Most of them stand next to their human body, staring at it, and then try to work out how to get back in. When I appear, they are even more shocked. They don’t know that they are dead and it takes a while for them to realize what is happening.
It is such a different experience compared to people who have a slow, expected death. Towards the end…as they drift in and out of consciousness, many of them see me. At first they just stare, I can see their eyes questioning who I am. I talk to them and explain that I will take them towards the light and to the other side when they depart their physical body. By this stage, most people are ready to go, they long to escape the pain and misery. But at the same time, they don’t want to leave their loved ones.
That’s why it is really important I explain that others are waiting for them, and that they can watch over their loved ones and even visit them after they pass. Knowing this, gives them a sense of peace and acceptance. Coming out of their body isn’t as hard if they understand that death isn’t final. It is just the death of the physical body. Relatives often notice this acceptance, they comment about how their loved one looks relaxed. They see the tension release from their face and body.
Last night I guided a Scottish gentleman to the light. His relatives were playing the bagpipes and his Lassie dog was waiting for him beside his hospital bed. He looked down at his body, smiled at me and flew straight towards the light with his spirit dog beside him. It was truly beautiful. His passing to the other side was full of joy and happiness.
I’d love to be able to talk to Ella again. I want to warn her about Taylor, but I have to be careful not to scare her. And I can’t intervene anymore, she needs to be more aware of her safety around him.
Ella
Maybe it’s because of last night’s FB message, but I feel very uneasy today, I keep thinking I am seeing Taylor among the crowd. When I was boarding the train to go to work I looked out the window and I was sure that Tay
lor was standing amongst the crowd, staring at me. I gasped and quickly turned my head. As the train began to move I looked again, but he wasn’t there.
Dad always says that I have an overactive imagination. And I do tend to talk to myself, which I know is a bit strange.
Then as I got off the train I thought I could see his car in the car park. But once again, I told myself to stop being so paranoid. There must be hundreds of old VW’s like Taylor’s in this city.
I grabbed a soda and started walking towards work. The familiar sound of a noisy car engine came up behind me. The hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end. Then a horn tooted.
“Hey Ella, jump in and I’ll drive you to work.” It was Taylor! He looked pretty relaxed and had a smile on his face.
“It’s okay Taylor, thanks for the offer, but I’m enjoying the walk. Bye.” And then I continued walking. His car was still behind me and I could hear him slowly catching up to me. I could hear Shelby’s warning in my head.
“Ella,” he called again, “No hard feelings, I just want to be friends, I feel really bad about yesterday and I just want to apologize.” He actually had tears in his eyes.
“No apology needed, Taylor, everything is fine,” I said, debating whether or not it was safe to get into his car.
I was torn and really not sure what to do. So I opened the door and told him I could talk for a couple of minutes. As soon as I sat down, he bent towards me and grabbed my hair, then he leaned across and slammed the car door shut.
Shock ran through my body, I was paralyzed with fear. I tried to scream and a pathetic squeak came out. Taylor looked like a madman as he sped off. I reached for the door handle, planning to jump out of the moving car before it went too fast. But he still had hold of my hair, he pulled me towards him until I was bent over the gear stick.
“Taylor, let me go!” I yelled at him. Hot tears ran down my face, I turned my head towards him. “Please Taylor, I want to get out,” I begged.
He yelled at me, he sounded demonic. “Shut up Ella, you had your chance, this is ALL YOUR FAULT!” And as his range built, his foot pressed harder on the accelerator.
The car was revving loudly and swaying all over the road. It was obvious that he had to change the gears. I was hoping he would let go of my hair and put his hand on the gear stick. But instead, he pulled my hair even harder and changed the gear, yanking hard on my head and almost tearing my hair out. The pain was excruciating! Tears of agony and fear ran down my face. I had to think. I had to have a plan. Fear and adrenaline were taking over. I knew that if he crashed at that speed, I’d have little chance of surviving.
My head throbbing in pain, I managed to turn my face towards him. He was red and sweating and the veins on his neck were bulging. He looked crazy. “Taylor,” I begged, “please don’t do this, you are hurting and scaring me.”
In a sickeningly sweet voice he cooed, “Poor Ella, I don’t want to scare or hurt you.” Then he squinted his eyes, took his free hand off the wheel and slapped me across the face. “You forced me into this…you and your pathetic little boyfriend,” he spat the words, his features distorted and cruel.
“I don’t have a boyfriend Taylor, you are the only boyfriend I have ever had,” I cried, wondering what he was talking about.
“YOU LIAR! I’ve been watching you and that dweeb Connor, I’m NOT STUPID!” and he pulled my hair even tighter.
Trying to stay calm, “I’m telling you the truth, Taylor. Connor is just a friend. We have known each other forever, he is just a friend!”
“Well your friend is tied up on the back seat, under the blanket and he won’t be your friend for much longer!” he said this in a low, almost guttural threatening tone.
Taylor had totally lost control. “Connor!” I yelled, hoping that it was a lie. And then I heard a mumbled reply. I twisted my body and reached out towards the blanket, pulling it off the figure that lay still on the seat behind me. Taylor pulled on my hair again, but not before I was able to get a quick glimpse of Connor, his face battered and bleeding. He had a rag tied around his mouth and he’d been hog-tied with rope.
“Connor!” I screamed, “Taylor let him go! He’s not my boyfriend. Let him go, please!
Connor’s eyes had been full of fear. How could this happen to my wonderful friend? In my mind it was clear what I had to do. I had to get help.
I forced another look at Connor and closed my eyes tightly. Then, taking a deep breath, I yelled at Taylor once more. “You’ve killed him, he isn’t breathing anymore!”
Taylor let go of my hair and turned to look behind him. I took my chance, opened the car door and jumped out, hitting the road with a sickening thud before catapulting into the air. I landed again and rolled along the side of the road. Sharp pieces of rock scraped my skin, ripping it apart. Strangely enough I felt no pain, nothing.
I lay there staring at the blue sky and a fluffy white cloud that seemed to be moving quickly across. Then a man’s face looked down at me, he was saying something, but it was a muffled sound and I could not understand his words. I had no idea who he was, but I could sense his goodness. And then the deepest blackness fell from the sky, engulfing my entire being.
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