Blood Forged by Kathryn Meyer Griffith

Author:Kathryn Meyer Griffith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Inca cult blood worship, 357 Colt Python demon possessed gun, police officers hell horror supernatural thriller, church priest angel Father Gabriel, adventure romance thriller Korean war, woman warrior saves family husband, occult fiction Christian warrior Catholic church saga, paranormal suspense fiction exorcist Exorcism, religious or spiritual practice of evicting demons or other spiritual entities, ritual demonic possession devil evil spirits
Publisher: Kathryn Meyer Griffith
Published: 2015-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

December 17

WALTER STOOD OUTSIDE his mother’s house in the snow and glared at her window. He’d been gone three days this time, and though he hadn’t wanted to return, he had. There were still some leftover remnants of guilt buried inside that tied him to her. That confused him.

Besides, he’d had nowhere else to go. This morning he had awakened sprawled in a corner of some icy alley, his clothes looking like he hadn’t changed them in weeks. Maybe, he thought glumly, it had been weeks for all he knew. Time was so fuzzy in his mind. He moaned.

He wondered again what was happening to him, what was wrong, and why he couldn’t get things clear in his head. The last thing he remem­bered was being in a hot poker game with a blonde in his lap, and he’d been winning. Then, this morning, he found himself on a freezing pile of rubbish, fighting off the winos and bums who hid behind the dumpsters. Broke, cold, and hungry.

And scared, though he wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself. What was he doing there?

He couldn’t go up to the station and kill time jawing with the other officers because he hadn’t been to work all week, hadn’t checked in once, and he didn’t feel like answering angry questions tonight. If he still had a job. He only wanted to get in out of the cold and get some hot grub in him. Home was the only place he could go.

Yet he also knew as sure as he was standing there that the minute he walked in, Thelma and his mother would be all over him, demanding to know where he’d been and why he hadn’t called. Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Well, Walter thought to himself, his behavior of late wasn’t strange to him, no siree. In fact, he was finally acting as he should have been all along. Like a free man. Not under anyone else’s thumb. Doing what he wanted, when he wanted. To hell with what other people wanted him to do.

Whose life was it anyway? From now on he was going to live for himself. To hell with everyone else.

And yet, he shuffled his frozen feet and continued to watch her window as he made up one excuse after another. What was he going to tell her? It wasn’t that he cared or anything. It was that he didn’t want any more hassles. No more scenes. No more damn tears and pleading. No more guilt. He wanted to be left alone.

He didn’t want to take care of her any longer. Couldn’t she see that and accept it? That’s all. Was that too much to ask?

Walter rubbed his face with his dirty gloves, trying to get the blood flowing again. He was so cold. He knew he couldn’t stay out much longer in this kind of weather or he’d freeze into a lump of ice. He was shivering and his nose was running like a faucet.

He looked down at himself.

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