My Demons (The Angel Trilogy #2)

by Kimberly Blalock

  “Oh, these are for her?” I pout.

  “No, they’re for you too, I was just multi-tasking.” She tries to recover. She wipes her hands and heads toward the door. I reach for a muffin dropping it to the counter when it burns the shit out of my fingers. “Shit that’s hot.”

  I’m sitting on the stool waiting for Abby and Nat to come into the kitchen knowing these two talk non-stop, but I don’t hear anything.

  I stand to see what they’re up to snatching the muffin up to take with me when I hear Abby scream my name. I drop the muffin onto the floor and run to the entrance. What I see shocks the fuck out of me. I don’t react because I need to assess the situation first.

  Abby’s holding her face and fear is holding up a red flag in her eyes. To my left, I see the person that damn near ruined our lives.

  “Monica.” I haven’t seen her since Nat lost her after the accident. This crazy bitch actually thought she could get away with spilling secrets that could break Abby and me, and that I’d want her. Fuck this bitch! I don’t know why she’s here, but she needs to go.

  “Happy to see me, Evan?” I know that Monica is a very unstable person, but what I know more than that is I need to protect Abby.

  Monica moves toward me with an evil grin on her face and dark eyes. “I thought you loved me, E, but you just used me.” Then she turns her attention to Abby and I take a step in her direction. “No, you stay there.” She pulls a gun.

  I see the gun, but still my attention is on Abby. Hostage one-o-one keep your attention on the suspect, make them see that you’re interested in what they have to say. I can’t pretend to give a shit about her though. Abby is my one and only focus. End of.

  “Turn this fucking music off.” The level of unstable is off the chain.

  “Abby turn it off.” What I’m really trying to tell her is to get the fuck out of here.

  Abby and I have been to the shooting range many times since the shit we’ve been through went down. I want her to feel comfortable protecting herself, but any weapon we need is unobtainable where we are in the apartment.

  “No, you do it.” She grabs Abby by the arm and pushes her toward the living room. “Move bitch,” she sneers.

  I will do many things in my life, but ripping her fucking head off will now remain at the top of my priority list. “Are you good?” I nod in Abby’s direction.

  She nods back not saying a word.

  “Awe, how sweet. Save the romantic bullshit E, we all know you’re fake and incapable of loving someone. I believed you could love me and everything I gave to you…” she pauses, “I can never… I’ll never be ok, Evan. You took that from me.”

  “What do you want?” She’s waving the gun around and I swear to God if Abby gets hurt. “So help me Monica, if you hurt one hair on her head I will fucking kill you.” Again this isn’t what you’re supposed to say in a hostage situation, but I’m just a man who wants to protect his girl right now and everything I know outside of that isn’t in my head.

  “Really?” She laughs. “Oh, you’ve been out of the game for a minute, huh? You forget that I’m the one with the gun? I’m in charge E, you have nothing and now I have everything. Shut the fuck up or I’ll blow her fucking head off on this pretty little couch you fucked me hard on.”

  Fuck…

  My whole life flashes before my eyes. My father being here was nerve wracking knowing that any minute one of his goons could hurt Abby, but the difference was they’re calculated. I could tell you what their moves were going to be before they were even made. This though, this is so on a whole other level. This bitch doesn’t even know what her next move is. Unstable equals not good.

  I need to listen and calm her down. I just hope what I’m going to have to say to her doesn’t hurt Abby.

  “Sit the fuck down, Evan.” She waves her gun in the direction of the couch Abby had sat on when my father was here and she’s across from me. Her hands are gripping the t-shirt she’s wearing.

  If Monica sees the ring Abby’s wearing she’s going to flip the fuck out. I move my hands to my lap using them to signal her to take off the ring. I pretend to take off a ring on my finger. She doesn’t notice right away, so I move my eyes to my hands. When she sees what I’m doing Monica barks at me again. “Didn’t I tell you to turn this fucking Sinatra off? What the fuck?” She screams as she waves the gun around.

  “I have to get up to do that.” I need up so I can get close to her.

  “Go.”

  I slowly walk toward the mantel that sits on the wall near the fireplace. Fuck, the bag I brought in is gone. Shit, I took it to the bedroom.

  “Please E, how many years did we work together? I know what you’re doing. I will shoot her.” She’ll do it anyway if I don’t do something. I take my seat and watch as Abby mouths something to me while moving her eyes in the direction behind me, but I can’t understand what she’s trying to say. “Why her, Evan? Why not me? Why aren’t I good enough for you?” She’s crying hysterically.

  “Monica, you were good enough, but I was in a fucked up place then.” Time for negotiations.

  “I believed you could love me.” She pulls at her hair as mascara runs down her face.

  “I couldn’t, not then, I couldn’t even love myself, Monica. I tried to tell you that a million times. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

  “Hurt me? You ripped my fucking heart out.” She’s a mess. The makeup running down her face and uncombed messy hair tells me that. This isn’t a well woman.

  “Oh Abby, let me tell you what we used to do on this couch, maybe we can swap stories like girlfriends,” she says in a high-pitched condescending tone.

  Oh fuck!

  She moves around from her spot at the back of the couch to sit next to Abby. The gun’s pressed into her stomach.

  “I don’t want to hear your stories, you sick bitch,” Abby spits at Monica.

  Holy fuck! I run my hands through my hair because this is on a whole new level of fucked up.

  “Monica, focus on me. Let’s talk about us.” I need to fix this and quick.

  “Oh really, Abby? Maybe we should talk about proper etiquette when you have a guest over,” she says, completely ignoring me. “You’re living here now, right?” She’s been watching Abby.

  “You’re not a guest, you’re a fucking psycho.”

  “Well, let’s talk anyway, shall we? Hmmm? Yeah, he bent me over right there. I dug my nails into the very cushion that you’re sitting on. I loved his huge cock being inside of me making me come every chance he got.”

  I see that this is tearing Abby up. I take a deep breath because the gun’s still pressed into her stomach and if I move she could shoot her in a second.

  “Honestly, I think you’re just simply in the way, so I’ll take care of that problem right now.” She winks at me.

  When your life flashes in front of you the fear that accompanies it is evil, and knowing that my demons are surfacing in ways I hadn’t ever thought would affect Abby the way they have, she’s the one person in this world that I love unconditionally with everything that I am. I will live, die, kill, hell I’d do anything for her.

  Our eyes connect with the sound of a gunshot and I know that my world has just been taken away from me. There isn’t anything left for me to hold onto and for that I will die too. I will die and find her in my dreams.

  I refuse to live in a world that I can’t touch her in.

  “Evan,” Abby mouths with fear and relief burning in her eyes.

  Until the next chapter in our lives.

  Epilogue

  Sometimes the things that make the hairs on our skin stand on end are the things that also bring butterflies to our heart. Sometimes, however, it’s the most painful thoughts that the one’s we love are at risk and our hearts are going to shatter at any moment.

  The blood has started pouring from the hole the bullet has left. The bullet? Yeah, that little metal piece that fits into a gun. The thing that I’ve used many times to do what’
s been done here.

  Life is a fucked up word or definition for something that can die in any second. Like a flower that thrives in the sunlight and in the dark wilts into nothing.

  The life that I see withering away in front of me is lost.

  I shake my head because there isn’t a fucking thing that I can do to stop it. It’s over and I know it. What the fuck can I do?

  What’s happened here within the last thirty minutes has rocked my fucking world. When we think we have control of our fate, it shifts taking us on a ride making sure that we know whose boss. Fate… yeah, that’s a word to remember.

  I feel responsible for bringing her into my dark and twisted world. I knew where this would leave her. I knew that she’d be hurt in some way. I knew that the end would come in some form, even if it wasn’t with her blood spilled. I knew that the day would come that I would question everything I’ve done in my life. Everything that I do is just a method to the fucked-up madness that runs loose in my head.

  Sometimes we look for doors that can take us to a quiet place to chill. I’ve never had that. I think most people go into their own heads for that peace. I don’t have peace in my head. I have memories of torture and abuse followed by murder and self-sadistic determination to hurt another person.

  My father created a monster. I like to pretend that I’m a good person. When I’m with Abby, I feel better, worthy even. Now I feel empty and lifeless stuck in a place I’m not sure I can escape.

  -Evan

  What would you do if the love of your life was in your arms? What would you do if you had the chance for eternal love and happiness? What would you do to keep the one that sets fire to your soul?

  I ask you this because the chance to love is within us all, and this moment that’s in front of me is so full of the possibility of everything and nothing I could’ve never have imagined on my own.

  -Abby

  If you or someone that you know has been a victim of sexual abuse, please call National Sexual Assault Hotline - 1.800.656.HOPE

  Acknowledgments

  There are so many people that I would like to thank for everything they have done in helping with the release of My Demons. I would first and foremost like to say that without each one of you, readers, family, friends, and bloggers, there would not be an Angel Trilogy. I absolutely cannot do this without you. I’m touched by the love and encouragement that I receive every day from all of you. I appreciate each of you more than you will ever know, but only because I don’t know how to fully explain it.

  My husband, Chad, and children have to be the most patient people I have ever met. They deal with everything that comes from having a mommy and wife attempting to make her writing dreams come true. I love you to the moon for that support, but I’d love you anyway *wink*.

  To Misty Simmons- without you in my life it would all fall apart. Misty you are my best friend and the best PA a girl could have! You are one of the sweetest people I have ever met and I’m so grateful for the opportunity to not only work with you every single day— yes, you are very dedicated!- but I’m thankful that we have become such amazing friends along the way.

  My managers and friends, Crystal, Robin, and Heather, are the kind of girls everyone should have in their life! They work alongside Misty and myself in assuring every day to day detail is taken care of and are amazing in everything that they do and you are all such wonderful friends. I hope that you know how special you all are and how each of your friendships mean the absolute world to me.

  I would like to send some special love to my Street team! Leigh Ann, Qing (Victoria), Carrie, Christy Joy, Bellamy, Beckie, Jennifer, Joanna, Lisa, Rhiannon, Rohina, Shelly, April, Julie, Kimberly, Stacey, Zion, and Courtney, you ladies make me smile every day. I adore you and I am so thankful for you.

  To the blogs that go out of their way to help the indie author community, you are amazing. I am so thankful for you and your dedication. I would like to also say that your kindness is heartwarming. You are all a pleasure to work with every day.

  I would like to say thank you to the following blog for their continued support of The Angel Trilogy and of myself as a writer:

  Abby and Lisa’s Book Blog – Abby, you are such an amazing friend; I love and adore you! I always need my fix of our sleepless nights hard at work on the computer- you make me laugh so hard. Thank you for all of your support and friendship. Lisa, you are an amazing person who always makes me smile and I am so grateful to know you. I love and adore you!

  I would like to thank the following blogs for always sharing and reviewing my books. Your support is extremely appreciated. New Chicks On The Blog, Mafia Book Chicks, FMR Book Grind, Amazeballs Book Addiction, Beautiful Book Blog, Who Picked This, Bex ‘n’ Books, Sarah & Kirsty’s Book Blog, Beautiful Book Blog, Belle’s Book Belfry, EscapeNBooks, The Power Of Three Readers, Soul of The Single Lady Book Club, A Risqué Affair, Cecily’s Book Review, Till The Last Page Book Blog, Butterflies and Angels Book Obsession, Twin Sisters Rockin’ Book Reviews, Indi Author Books, , Book Nook Nuts, Pixies Book Review Blog, Smutty Book Friends, Little shop of Readers, Cheeky Chicks Book Hangover, One Book Boyfriend At A Time, Isalovesbooks, Read Review Repeat, The Jazzy world of E’s Bookshelf, Rusty’s Reading, Pimp & Whore your Book/Blog/Page/Group/Author/Writer, Alice’s Book Wonderland, Beauties With Brains Book Blog, Two Sassy Chicks, Drama Queens Book Blog, A Dirty Book Affair, Author Groupies, Spreading the Word, and Bookalicious Babes Blog. To my editor Kaylene from Swish editing, you are such a life saver. I came to you with a deadline and you made sure that you were able to help. You’re always available and answer my questions freely and I want to thank you for that. I am so happy that I met you.

  I am going to take a moment to say thank you to my Mom, Dad, and friends that support me every day. Without you I wouldn’t be able to do what I do, I love you. I always dreamt that one day I would write something that someone would want to read and for me to actually have accomplished that is an absolute dream come true. My “day” job is being a hospice nurse and I see how quickly our lives can end. Knowing that and being able to follow my dreams in this life means more than I can possibly explain.

  Thank you so much for reading this story!

  Kimberly, xoxo

  About the Author

  Kimberly Blalock has been writing since she was a young girl growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Reading and writing has always been a big part of her life. She enjoys a world she can get lost in while reading a good book. A wife and mother to four beautiful children she decided she wasn’t busy enough. She spent some time chasing down fugitives as a bounty hunter then laid down her hand cuffs and finished her college degree in nursing.

  Kimberly loves discovering new music to jam out to and loves anything that’s different. Her many interests include Google, you heard it! Google. If you need to know any unusual or interesting fact she has searched it and can recite it. Her motto is: Why be the same as everyone else when you can stand out?

  When Kimberly isn’t writing or playing superhero for her children, she takes care of her patients as a Registered nurse in the field of hospice.

  His Angel - Book One in The Angel Trilogy

  My Demons - Book Two

  Our Sins - Book Three release TBA

  Burned a Novella - Evan’s POV Of the years before he meets Abby

  Almost to LOVE - A stand-alone Angel novel in Amy’s POV

  Hard Limits - A Stand-alone Angel novel in Natalia’s POV

  Race To My HEART - Releasing Summer 2015

  Co-Writing with Abby P. Cook

  Pieces To Love - Releasing 2016

  Co-Writing with Misty Simmons

  Website: Kimberlyblalock.com

  Amazon author page: amazon.com/author/kimberlyblalock

  Facebook: facebook.com/kimblalockAngel

  Twitter: @kimblalockAngel

  The Angel Trilogy Group on Facebook:

  https://www.facebook.com/groups/357341127777200/

  Goodreads: www.goodread
s.com/kimblalockAngel

  His Angel playlist on Spotify

  My Demons Playlist on Spotify

  For a signed e-copy request please go to: www.authorgraph.com

  For a signed paperback request please email assistant@kimberlyblalock.com

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One Abby

  Chapter Two Evan

  Chapter Three Abby

  Chapter Four Abby

  Chapter Five Abby

  Chapter Six Abby

  Chapter Seven Evan

  Chapter Eight Abby

  Chapter Nine Abby

  Chapter Ten Evan

  Chapter Eleven Evan

  Chapter Twelve Abby

  Chapter Thirteen Abby

  Chapter Fourteen Abby

  Chapter Fifteen Abby

  Chapter Sixteen Evan

  Chapter Seventeen Evan

  Chapter Eighteen Evan

  Chapter Nineteen Abby

  Chapter Twenty Abby

  Chapter Twenty-One Abby

  Chapter Twenty-Two Abby

  Chapter Twenty-Three Evan

  Chapter Twenty-Four Abby