Writing With Passion
August 5, 1973
Her bare feet stomped across the cold tile floor of her father's humble church. She could hear the rumble of his voice as he passionately preached the morning sermon. This morning's speech was titled Jezebel the enemy of God, and the lecture was about to reach its climax, Angel could not wait a moment longer. Just fourteen years old and rage flowed through her veins like bitter venom. She had run away from home six months ago after stealing the church's weekly tithe. Her father had chastened her, but it only seemed to fuel the rebellious spirit in her.
Elijah Johnson was at his wit's end, dealing with Angel, a little girl he promised his deceased wife to raise as his own. He had no clue who Angel's real father could be, but there were times he was sure it was Satan himself who fathered this child. However, Elijah did not stop looking for his daughter. He seemed to always be on his knees, praying for his daughter.
The double doors to the main hall of the church burst open with force, that even startled Angel as she stomped through the doorway. She quickly regained her composure and locked eyes on her father. Although he was all that she knew to be her father, it was undeniable that he had no blood relation to her. Her father was a tall, dark-skinned man with thick woolly hair. She, like her mother, was fair-skinned with straight dark hair.
Parental lies, the first knife in her back. Angel gleams at her father as she takes a few more steps farther into the hall. Her father, along with a vast majority of the congregation, gasped at her appearance. A disheveled young girl, beautiful, barefoot, and pregnant. Her swollen womb seems to take over her petite frame.
"Hello, Daddy!" Angel boasted.
Elijah stepped down from the pulpit, his knees weak from the emotional shock of seeing his daughter in this condition. Before he could reach her, Angel began to speak again.
"I came to congratulate you on your first grandchild. Her name will be Jezebel and I am giving her the name of my real father...Castle!" And with that, she turned and walked out of the church.
The emotional shock and pain were too much for Elijah's heart to bear. He fell to his knees, finally reaching the point where his daughter had made her announcement, and died.