“Make mine a double… And give me one of them he’s having as a chaser too… Shheers!” Mary finished her drinks and staggered out of the bar without her coat or her purse. But she did have her phone and her keys. Got everything I need right here she thought holding them up to the barman who’d tried to stop her leaving.
“Wait!” she heard, but Mary waited for no one. Not since she wasted ten years of her life waiting for that loser Robby to ‘pop’ the question. “Piece of shit!” She mumbled as she struggled to get the key into the car door.
The rain fell steadily casting a heavy gray mist over the city. Soaked to the bone she kicked the car and launched the keys into the traffic. “Piece of SHIT!” She screamed.
“That was smart.” Said the voice of the man standing beside her.
“Piss-off!” came the reply. “Go on! Piss-off! Whoever the hell you are!”
“I don’t remember you being a potty-mouth Mary?” He replied holding the keys up.
“Who the?… Brian Davis! Well, if it ain’t little old Brian? What you doing here in the middle of the night?”
“Seems like watching out for you.”
“Na! that’s shit! You ain’t looking out for me. You’re looking out for you! I know who you are, Little Brian! I know what you did!” She snatched the keys from his hand.
“Mary, that was a long time ago.”
“Yeah, is that right? Piss-off! you’re getting on my nerves. Go on git! Little Brian.”
“Mary, give me the keys, let me help you.”
“Yeah, like you helped that other girl! Huh? Helped her right out of her… We all know what happened, Little Brian!”
“No you don’t, Mary. No you don’t. You think you know what happened, but you don’t. And like I said, that’s all behind me now, but let me tell you what happened. Please!”
“What the hell do I care about what you say happened 15 years ago? You’re a creep, and you’ll always be a creep. Now piss-off and leave me be.” The key finally clicked into place; Mary turned it, opened the door and got in.
“Mary, you’re in no condition to drive. Please, let’s just stay here a while and talk. We can talk about when we were kids in the same class, or how we won the state championship spelling bee, or remember that time when we all went down the bowling alley and you went flying up the lane with the ball stuck to your hand!”
“We ain’t gonna be doing no reminiscing about shit! Piss-off! Leave me alone!” The key was in the ignition and Mary was pumping the pedal. Revving the engine and laughing she hissed, “Now that’s a hemi! You ever driven a Hemi Bri-bri? No, I bet you ain’t.”
“Actually Mary, I have. Why don’t you let me show you how well I can drive this baby of yours?” With that he pulled open the driver’s side door and leaned in.
“Get outta here!” screamed Mary. Pushing thin air. What the hell? There was no one there. She got out of the car and looked around, but she was all alone. “Now I know I’m drunk,” she mumbled closing the car door. Putting her foot on the brake she pulled the stick-shift toward her into drive, turned the wheel to the right and hit the accelerator. I can do this she thought heading toward the state highway.
“You should let me drive.” Came the voice from the back seat sending chills down her spine.
Mary screamed as the car careened round coastal highway 32 and took flight.
“Told you, you should have let me drive.” Said the voice from the back seat.
Terrified Mary looked in her rearview mirror. The horror she saw there stopped her heart, and she keeled over dead. The demon laughed and continued laughing until the car hit the boulders at the bottom of the cliff. Snarling it hovered over Mary’s dead body. “Come on! Mary!” He snarled. “Come on!”
Mary looked down. She could see her lifeless body, broken and bloodied, trapped behind the wheel of the wreck that remained of her precious Dodge. She felt light, but sick to her stomach. Like she’d been punched full on the nose. Something grabbed her by the throat and was pulling her at light-speed through a very dark tunnel. Terror gripped her. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t see anything but darkness. The sounds of agonized screaming filled every cell of her being. It was as if the whole world were screaming in terror, but no one could help.
The heat intensified the further down she went. She couldn’t breath and was choking on the stench coming up from the pit. The tunnel was now red and getting redder as she sped through. She felt as though the flesh was being burned from her body, and even though she knew her body was back in the wreckage of her car, she still felt pain. The tunnel was now fully fire. Orange flames licked at her as she continued down into the pit.
“Ma–ry! Ma–ry!” The demon’s yelled as she writhed in agony. Her pain was so intense she couldn’t gather a thought. All at the same time the demons jumped on her and started tearing at her. Pain this world has never known filled her to the point she dropped into oblivion.
“Mary! Mary!” She heard whispers, opened her eyes, and looked up to see Brian Davis leaning over her.
“Can you hear me?” He asked holding her bandaged face in his hands.
The tears rolled from her eyes and she took a deep breath. Her tears fell for almost two hours before she could reply… “Brian, I’m so happy to see you.” She whispered. “I’m so happy to see you.”
Brian leaned in and whispered. “You’re pretty badly burned Mary, and you have a few broken bones. But the doctors say you will recover completely. It’s going to take time, but you’ll be fine.
“Brian, I think I went to hell.” Mary replied her tears flowing once again. “I’m scared to fall asleep.”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you Mary. I’ve been there too. And you don’t ever have to go there again.”
“I’m so sorry Brian, for the way I spoke to you. That wasn’t me, I’m not like that.”
“I know,’ said Brian. “We all have pain and sorrow, and sometimes the bitterness overtakes and changes who we are. But Mary there is good news. There is a God and He is a Savior.”
” But how do you know that?” Asked Mary tears still rolling. “All I’ve ever known is pain, and now, I know there is a hell! Where is this God you’re talking about? Where was he when I was burning in hell? Why didn’t he stop me from getting drunk or getting into the car?”
Right before her eyes Brian grew to about twelve feet tall. The light flowing from him flooded the room. In an instant he was the barman holding up her coat and purse, and asking her to wait. The next he was Brian Davis pleading with her to let him drive. And then he was the most beautiful creäture she had ever seen. He was everything she thought an angel from heaven would be. Peace like she’d never known washed over her and she was no longer afraid.
When the angel disappeared the door opened and a nurse came in. “Oh, you’re awake!”
She pressed the buzzer on the side of Mary’s bed and the door opened again. This time it was Robby who came into the room. He was sobbing, “I’m so sorry, Mary. I was… I thought… I’m not good enough for you. I’m just a clerk what can I offer a girl like you? But I’ll never leave you ever again. Marry me Mary! Please say you’ll marry me!”
It took all of her strength to open her mouth, but she did, and whispered. “Robby, you idiot! I love you. I always have. And I don’t care about how much you earn. As long as we are together I’ll be happy.”
Some time later she asked, “Robby, do you remember Brian Davis from school?”
“Sure I do. Why?”
“I was just wondering; what ever happened to him?”
“Don’t you remember Honey, about fifteen years ago? He was arrested and jailed for interfering with that little girl, but it wasn’t him it was another guy. It was years before they found out what really happened. But before the truth came out the little girl’s father stalked and killed Brian? Don’t you remember, it was in all the papers? The father said Brian kept saying, “I forgive you! I forgive you,” the whole time he was stabbing him. And that the dad thought Brian was nuts for saying he forgave him. Until they caught the real child molester, and the little girl’s father realized the bitter cost of his pain.
Mary turned her head to the side and whispered a prayer, “Forgive me, Lord.”