(Well not much to say about this one, I wanted to do a good angel/ human story but all my attempts ended up terrible and were deleted. I think this one is OK, of course no intercourse in this first chapter. Also I am not affiliated with any stores or companies mentioned and none of the minor characters are based on real people.)
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Lisa sniffed as she was thrown to the ground by her husband Victor, he slammed the front door and for a minute she thought he would go after her but instead he walked past her and headed for the liquor cabinet. She took off her hat and black veil then kicked off her flats. She moved to sit up but didn't move any further than that, she knew better than to move from the spot she was placed in. They had just got home from her grandfather's funeral. They lived in Centennial, CO the house was in his name as well as the car so she didn't get to explore much.
She would have liked to go to Southlands and do some shopping or even just take a walk but she knew he'd never allow that. He walked past her again slamming the door and she heard the car pull out of the drive way. Crawling over to the window she watched him leave, she had a feeling he was cheating on her and wished he would just leave her for the other person.
She got up and went to shower.
Lisa was one of those women that was genuinely beautiful, she had somewhat curly strawberry blond hair, bright blue eyes, lightly sun kissed skin and of course a slim but curvy figure. It wasn't just her looks though, she was sweet and caring and while she could defend herself she never went out of her way to hurt someone else with words or otherwise.
After her shower she pulled on jeans and a sweater, passing by her vanity she looked at their wedding picture. Couples joked about how their significant other changed for the worst after marriage but with Victor and Lisa it was a fact instead of a joke. He became controlling, naturally that meant she couldn't be friends with anyone he didn't approve of, she had a curfew, she was allowed to have a job but he kept half of everything she made etc.
Now of course, she was only allowed to call her friends on the phone, and even had to beg her boss to have the same off days as Victor did so he would have to drop her off and pick her up. He was at his best at work all the time, so unlike a lot of alcoholics he kept his job and saved his violent tirades for his wife.
They had gotten married four years ago, she had been twenty and he had been twenty-five. She wanted to leave him, but it was difficult it was like he kept tabs on the phone and on the house. Every time she tried to make plans he would show up right then taking his belt off and swearing at her demanding to know why she was so ungrateful.
She walked over to her jacket and pulled out the little pocket she had sewn in on her grandfather's request. Inside was an envelope holding a eighty-five thousand dollar check, her grandfather hadn't been close to his son or Lisa's step-mother and he used that as an excuse for leaving them so little. So no one would suspect that he'd left her this impressive amount.
No one except her grandmother knew that he had left that much. She didn't know how long Victor would be gone but she had to get to the bank and slip it in the account he didn't know about. She was afraid of him finding out, but would rather risk his rage than let him catch her in the act as well as take her money from her.
She pulled on her coat and grabbed her purse then left out the back door, she hurried to the bank with her face hidden.
When she arrived she smiled at the teller.
"Hi, can I talk to Pam?"
"Is it an emergency?"
"Yes, please hurry."
The woman went to get the manager and she smiled and pushed the other teller away from the desk.
"Hi sweat pea, I'm so sorry to hear about your granddaddy."
"Thanks, listen I need a favor."
"Concerning your 'special account'?"
She showed her the check and Pam nodded and went in the computer to input the information. She took a picture of the check, time of the clock a picture of herself and had Lisa sign off on everything then tore the check into tiny little pieces. Pam then took the pictures to her office. To most people the whole thing would look suspicious but Pam had known Lisa for a long time and didn't like Victor one bit.
She was willing to help in anyway that wouldn't cause him to snap and kill Lisa, Lisa thanked her and left the bank. She hurried back across the street but she swallowed nervously seeing the black Mustang in the driveway.
"Oh shit...."
She ran over and let herself in.
"Victor?"
She took off her coat and went in the kitchen she cocked her head then rubbed her eyes, in the kitchen with his back turned to her was her grandfather.
"Grandpa?"
He turned and smiled at her.
"Hey there's my crumb cake."
She smiled hearing the familiar nickname and darted over to hug him when she touched him however, he was ice cold and lacking a pulse, she frowned.
"Tell me this isn't some vampire thing."
"Not quite."
He faded then appeared behind her and squeezed her side she jumped and turned to face him.
"I'm a ghost."
She reached into one of the drawers and pulled out a fork, then jammed it into her hand,she yelped and threw it across the counter.
"Now see, that could have been avoided if you had just asked me to pinch you."
"But you....we buried you today..."
"Yes and in a very nice coffin, I'm a ghost, I'm still there in the grave."
"So why....can I feel you and why aren't you transparent?"
"Sweetheart, some people are more connected to the spirit world than others."
".....Am I going to die soon...that's why you're here isn't it?"
"No, stop panicking, have a seat I'll get you some water."
She bit her lip and sat down he flexed his fingers and a cup came down from the cabinet and a bottle of water flew out the fridge to fill it; it sat down in front of her.
"Ta-dah!"
She giggled and he smiled, still doing little tricks even in death.
"So, explain how I'm connected."
"Here's something your father never told you, when you were born, you were still born."
She cocked her head.
"What?"
He nodded.
"Mmhmm, in fact all the papers had been filled out and you were about to be buried with your poor mother. Right before the casket was closed you opened your eyes and let out a wail that could double as a sonic weapon."
She blinked, it was true her father had never told her that.
"Everyone called you the little miracle baby, now, do you know why it was like that for you?"
She shrugged.
"Come on, think."
"Maybe I was meant to do something and it wasn't my time to go."
"Something like that, you see people like you are seemingly given second chances because they are the intended significant others of angels."
She just stared at him.
"What?"
"I know it's a lot to take in crumb cake but there is something better for you than this, that stupid sad excuse for a man will get his just desserts and you will be treated how you always should have been treated."
"So someones going to come for me?"
"Uh huh."
"But....I'll still be alive...how can I be intended for an angel? I'm human and..."
"And what, you can't be with an angel because humans are supposedly impure?"
She looked at him.
"Sweetie the world isn't as black and white as everyone thinks it is, but humans make it out to be like that because there are things they don't understand and don't want to understand. Just open your heart and think past what's 'normal' for humans, after all, humans see ghosts as transparent things they cant touch or as just random noises. Yet you just touched me there is more to the world than what we assume there is."
She looked down then sighed.
"But gran..."
He was gone when she lifted her head up again, and the car was gone from the driveway she wondered if that was just a trick to get her in the house faster.
"Probably was...mean old man."
She heard his hearty laugh echo through the house and couldn't help but smile.
"OK grandpa...I'll wait for this prince who is going to save me...I just hope he doesn't take too long."
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A few hours later there was a knock to the door she got up from her place on the couch and went to open the door. Victor shoved it open and knocked her to the ground, she rubbed her nose where the door hit. He shot her a dirty look.
"What the hell are you doing standing behind the door?"
"Sorry I was...opening it."
