Angel of the Dark
Mr. Christian had always been an alcoholic. Out on the front porch, he would sit every night, drinking his gin and smoking the Casa Blanca cigar that he always kept in the back pocket of his pants. His wife, Aleena, would sit aside of him, rocking back and forth in her chair, watching as Abigail played with dirt. Their house was small but quaint. Gilbert, South Carolina was a tiny town that had a strange background. A strange man approached their porch with a gun in hand, but neither Mr. Christian nor Aleena moved. Abigail kept playing as if the man was invisible. The man was rather dark skinned, with holes in his corduroys and scars embedded on his chest. He slowly looked at Aleena with his droopy brown eyes. Then got closer to Mr. Christian with his limp, emaciated body. “How y’all folks doin t’day?” The man said. “We are doin jus fine Mr.” Aleena replied. “What do yah want Sir?” Mr. Christian said in a drunken voice. The man stared bluntly at Mr. Christian, and suddenly started to pace back and forth. Abigail had her hands on the ground and feet in the air, standing on her head, looking at the man. She then fell and started rolling in the mud, then got up and ran to the porch. Abigail tried talking to the man but she did not speak well. “This your girl?” “Yessir, my beautiful angel Abigail” Aleena said. “My God, she is lovely.” The man stared. “Why thank you.” The man asked “how old is she?” “She turn 25 jus the other day.” Mr. Christian glanced at her quickly. Abigail was only 15. Then he asked “May I take this beautiful young lady out to dinner?” Mr. Christian stood up and started to shout at the man. “You better get your sorry self outta here if you know what’s good for yah boy.” Aleena went to Abigail and whispered to her to go into the house. The man paused then shot Mr. Christian in the head 5 times. Aleena screamed and Abigail ran out of the house. The man dragged Aleena into the house, up the stairs and into a room. He put a sock in her mouth and tied her to the bed. Then he tied Abigail to a chair. The man ripped of Aleena’s clothes and started to rape her as Abigail watched wimping. After the man stopped, he put the gun in Aleena’s mouth and pulled the trigger 8 times.
“Your commin’ with me little lady.” Abigail was still wimping. She tried to fight off the man, but she was unable to defend herself. He picked up the chair with Abigail in it and walked out of the house. Abigail was strapped inside of his car. The man made sure both of the bodies were hidden so he threw them into his trunk and drove off. They drove 30 miles down the long road, to an open field and he began to talk to Abigail. “Now I dun know bout you, but I’m starvin. How bouts we grab a bite?” Abigail wouldn’t speak. “Listen hear little lady, you better answer me.” She was still silent but she began to whimper. The sun began to set. The man then pulled over and got out of the car. He opened Abigail’s door, grabbed her, threw her on the ground, and started to beat her. Abigail began to thrash and scream. He took a knife out of his pocket and cut the side of Abigail’s arm. “Your gonna listen to me right now or you won’t be livin’ to see the day!” Abigail suddenly stopped. The man picked her up and put her back the car. When he got back in, he gave her a cloth to put around her arm. They pulled up to a small restaurant. “We are gonna go in her to grab a bite, so you best behave yourself.” Abigail stared at him and nodded. They went in and got some food. After , they left and headed further up the road to an old church. They went in and he forced Abigail into marrying him. She knew she didn’t really have a choice. After the marriage, they went to his house. Both of them got out of the car and headed to the door. Abigail hesitated at first but she knew that if she didn’t go, she would have to pay later. Approaching the door, a big African American lady opened the door. She had not many teeth and her breath smelt of rotten socks and gin. “Well hello there Theodore.” “Hello mama” the man said. The lady looked at Abigail. “Hello there sweetie, what is your name?” Although she could not speak well, she managed to get it out. “Ahhhbbiiigaailll.” “What a lovely name. Please darling come inside, don’t be shy.” Abigail came in but she was terrified. The house was like a dirty old shack.. There were maggots all over the floor and flies everywhere. The lady began to talk to Abigail about her job as the head singer of the church choir and how her husband was an Episcopal priest; she told Abigail about the days where Theodore sang in the church and prayed every day. “Well, nice to meet you Abigail but I best be goin to bed. Be good to this girl Theodore. I know the Lord taught you well” the lady said as she stumbled up the stairs.” “I will mama” Theodore said. “Alright abby, let’s get upstairs.” “Nnnnnnnnnnoooo” Abigail replied. “You best get yourself up them stairs.” Abigail crossed her arms and stood there. Theodore went into the laundry room got a sock and some tape. He put the sock in her mouth, and then taped it. She began to thrash again but Theodore had no remorse and dragged her up the stairs. He tied her to his bed. Theodore began to rape Abigail. She kicked him and he got extremely furious. Theodore untied her and threw her to the ground. Then he picked her up again and threw her against the wall with full force. Suddenly, her skull was crushed on impact as soon as she hit the wall. She died instantly and blood began to pour out of her head onto the white rug. When Theodore realized this, he ran down the stairs, got in his car, and drove off
He came to an old bar 20 miles up the road. The bar was abandoned, except for the bartender. “What’s your problem boy?” the bartender asked. “Nuthin” Theodore replied. He pulled out a picture of Abigail that was in his pocket. Theodore managed to snap a picture of Abigail when he was driving. “That’s a darlin girl in that picture you got there.” “Thanks, she was my wife.” “She was an angel; but then I accidently killed her” Theodore said as tears shed down his face. “You’re the Devil! You gots an Angel and you kill her! How dare you deceive the Lord!” The bartender continued to shout at Theodore as he descended from the bar. He got in his car and began to drive. Theodore drove back to his house and went inside to find his mother dead on the floor. On the wall across from him there something written in blood. “Give, and it shall be given to you. For whatever measure you deal out to others, it will be dealt to you in return.” Theodore whimpered and ran out of the house.” Rain began to fall heavily. The thunder clapped and bolts of lightning struck the ground. He looked to the sky and began to recite “The Lord is my strength and song; he has become my salvation. He is my God, and I will praise him, my father’s God, and I will exalt him.”