Hell's Future Princess

Chapter 2.2

*Shae PoV*

“Of course we love her,” Kristy said quietly, her hand coming up to her chest. She looked at me with sad brown eyes, her simple yet pretty face devastated at the news. “It is not because we don't love you, Shae. We love you very much. We just don't have room to house you and a new baby. You must understand this.”

“I know,” I whispered, dropping my gaze. “It's just hard. But I'll get over it. I will pull through as long as I have God's love.”

Her pale hand gripped my thigh, and I looked back up at her with tears in my eyes.

“You will always have God's love, honey. And you will always have mine and Gary's love. We want what is best for you, and we believe that would be somewhere with more room.”

I nodded my head again and heaved a sigh. “Thank you, Kristy. I really am happy for you and Gary to be able to bring baby Tristan into this world. He's so lucky to have you two as parents.” I smiled, doing my best to keep my composure and not fall apart. Her hands automatically went to the bulge of her belly, and she smiled warmly.

“I am glad to see you taking this well,” Dr. Joyce said, bringing our attention to her. She was smiling at me as she pushed papers towards Kristy. “Just sign this, Mrs. Shelton. It states that you release Shae from any further treatment with me. As I told you, I firmly believe she will be fine from here on out.”

“Yes, of course,” Kristy said, signing the papers. “I never thought anything was truly wrong, to begin with. I was just worried for her.”

“As you had the right to be,” the doctor said as she double-checked the signed papers. “You did the right thing to bring her to me. It helped to stop the situation from becoming a dire one. I believe that Shae will do well in her new home. You are meeting your new foster father tonight, correct?”

“Yes,” I said and nodded, my insides squirming uncomfortably. They had finally found a family they felt suitable for me, one with two other children and both parents. They felt I was going to be just as loved by them. I, on the other hand, was skeptical. “Thank you for everything, Dr. Joyce.”

The doctor nodded and stood. We shook hands and then filed out the door. I stopped by the desk and stared down at the receptionist. He was typing something on the computer but slowly looked up at me when he noticed I was there. I stared at his wings with wide eyes, shivering as the word 'demon' entered my mind. Demons were bad, so why were they here on Earth? Were they trying to take it over? If so, why was one working here in a therapist's office for deranged teenagers?

He looked at my mother where she spoke with the doctor before turning back to me. He motioned for me to lean down to him with a finger, and I gulped. But, I did as he asked with my eyes still on his wings.

“Be not despaired by the things you see, Little Nephilim,” he whispered to me, touching a soft hand to my face. “You know not what you are, but soon, you will come into your own. When that happens, and you need your questions answered, you know where to find me.” He reached into his pocket and flicked a card between his fingers for me to take. I stared at it, confused by his words. Had he just called me a Nephilim?

“Shae, it's time to go,” Kristy called from the door. “Gary is here.” I nodded at her before gazing at the demon behind the desk. His blue eyes stared intently as he held the card further to me. I snatched it before walking away as quickly as I could to the door. I threw the card into the small handbag I had with me, afraid to even look at it.

“Sorry,” I said, following Kristy out of the building.

“What was that all about?” she asked as she took my offered arm to walk her to the car parked at the curb.

“He gave me a card for the office just in case I might need to talk to someone again,” I lied. She nodded in agreement before climbing down into the car. I closed the door for her before climbing into the backseat on the driver's side. Even though Kristy had three more months before Tristan was born, they already had the car seat prepared behind the passenger seat. I frowned at it as I did my seat belt.

I was quiet on the drive home, watching the scenery pass by as Kristy and Gary discussed my appointment and how I would no longer have to go. I touched the scars on my arm that had since healed, my hand shaking as I did. I had sinned, I self-harmed, and I was terrified of what it could mean for me. I felt like a black mark was placed on my soul, and I couldn't wait for my 16th birthday in three months to be baptized to clean my slate. Would my new foster family go with me for that magical moment?

There was a nice Mercedes parked in front of the house when we pulled into the driveway. “Oh, shoot, it looks like he's already here,” Gary said under his breath. I looked curiously at the car as I exited the cramped back seat. If they could afford a car like that... holy cow. Had I just hit the sugar foster family?

Instead of heading to the front door to go inside, Gary was heading towards the Mercedes with a smile. Then I realized someone was inside. The door opened as Gary walked over, and the man stepped out. Pale blond hair framed the man's heart-shaped face as he stepped towards Gary. The two men shook hands, and then Gary waved me over. I looked at Kristy curiously, but she motioned for me to go, so I did.

The man watched me with a warm, inviting smile on his face. When I got to him, he held his hand out. I took it and was shocked by how cold it felt, and suddenly, I felt something sinister about him. I noticed the warm smile on his shapely lips did not reach his ice-blue eyes and that those eyes were taking in my full body. And not in a way that a full-grown man should be looking at a teenage girl.

“Nice to meet you, Shae,” he said in a silky voice that dripped snobbery. “My name is Paul, and I will be your new foster father.”