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Mai Thomsen
“All Angels Have Wings”
The sound of the shovel was deafening, and he was in no hurry. Took one slow but determined dig, one after the other. The soil slowly building in a pile next to him while the hole in the ground now reached his knees. At no point in time did he puff or complain, almost like he did not tire. He just kept digging and whistling the same short melody over and over.
"Fffff fff fff fff, ff-fff fff fffff fff ff-fff.” Trish didn’t recognise the tune, but she knew that his whistling, along with sounds of the soil brushing against the shovel, would be the last things she heard. She was going to die. She could already feel it. The stab wound was bad, and she had been bleeding for hours now, going in and out of consciousness. She just hoped it would all end before she was put in the ground. Before the soil suffocated her and the ground took claim over her body.

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Publié par	AuthorHouse UK
Date de parution	21 novembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781728376394
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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ALL ANGELS HAVE WINGS

Mai Thomsen

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© 2022 Mai Thomsen. All rights reserved.

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Published by AuthorHouse 11/21/2022

ISBN: 978-1-7283-7640-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-7283-7641-7 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-7283-7639-4 (e)

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CONTENTS
Thank You Note
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34

THANK YOU NOTE

If I have learned anything from my life it is that you decide what family means to you, and when people feel like sunlight, stay in that sunlight, and don’t retract back to the shadows.
Thank you to my sunlight – to the people supporting me through this journey, and to my schoolteacher for inspiring me to start writing all those years ago. This would not have been possible without you all.

PROLOGUE

The sound of the shovel was deafening, and he was in no hurry. Took one slow but determined dig, one after the other. The soil slowly building in a pile next to him while the hole in the ground now reached his knees. At no point in time did he puff or complain, almost like he did not tire. He just kept digging and whistling the same short melody over and over.
“Fffff fff fff fff, ff-fff fff fffff fff ff-fff.” Trish didn’t recognise the tune, but she knew that his whistling, along with sounds of the soil brushing against the shovel, would be the last things she heard. She was going to die. She could already feel it. The stab wound was bad, and she had been bleeding for hours now, going in and out of consciousness. She just hoped it would all end before she was put in the ground. Before the soil suffocated her and the ground took claim over her body.
She thought about her family. Imagined that it was just a regular Sunday. They would all have breakfast together before going to the park, and Darren would play rugby with the boys and later complain about his sore back and aching muscles. Their two sons were getting big. Eleven and sixteen. How time had passed so quickly was still a mystery to her. It felt just like yesterday that her youngest had taken his first steps while his older brother had started school. Back then, Sunday playtime in the park had been a lot different. Now the boys were all grown up, and they gave their dad a run for his money. Darren would not admit it, but the boys getting bigger and stronger might not have been the only factor in why they were now beating him. With them growing up, each day he too was getting older.
Trish smiled and ignored the throbbing pain from her stomach. She was not ready to leave this memory yet and held her eyes tightly closed and returned as Darren was walking towards her with a smile on his face.
She and Darren had met later in life, and their love had been instant. They had both been married at the time. Both married young, so it had caused quite the scandal, but their love had been immediate, the kind you only read about in books and watched in movies. Neither of them had kids at the time; it was not something they had ever wanted or even talked about, but when the test came back positive, they had been overjoyed. Their son, Jason, had been a surprise of the best kind, and it had just felt right. They had not planned on having any more kids, so just like the first time around, it had completely caught them by surprise when the test was positive again. Their second son, Liam, had not just been a great surprise; he had also been the missing piece to their hearts. When he arrived, it was like their family was completed, like they had been waiting for him all along.
She smiled and took a breath, felt her husband wrap a blanket around her shoulders. She felt lighter, like he was telling her to let go, that they would be okay. They would be sad and confused, but they were strong individuals, and they had each other to lean on. She was certain that they would be okay. They will be okay , she thought to herself again. Even if she was no longer with them. The whole family was there to protect them. Grandparents, their father, uncles, and aunties. They will be okay , she thought again.
She was ready. Took another deep breath and tried to let go. Death could take her now; it was alright.
The shovelling stopped; so did the whistling. All that was left was the sounds of the empty forest.
He started moving again. She could hear the nettles under his boots. He sat down beside her and touched her cheek, wiping away some tears she hadn’t noticed falling.
“I am sorry, Trish,” he whispered. “But you are not the angel I was looking for.”
She met his eyes. She didn’t want to, but she was drawn to them. He had such beautiful eyes. The moon provided enough light for her to see the outline of his face. He was quite handsome, beautiful even. Light blue eyes and a sharp jaw. He was just in a t-shirt and didn’t seem to bother with the cold temperatures or the rain gently falling around them. The rain made the shirt hug his body, made it seem like the shirt was made for his body, and the muscles were not just for show. He lifted her up like nothing; she almost felt weightless. Laid her back down on the cold ground in the hole he had just made.
“I am sorry,” he said again, stroking her cheek once more and removing a few strains of hair from her face before resting his palm on her neck. His hand was warm. “You are beautiful; I shouldn’t have lost control like that. You just made me upset when you tried to run away. I was not going to hurt you, not really.” He leaned in close, his cheek meeting hers sending shivers through her body. “I was just wanting to give you wings.” He smiled. “Make you an angel.” His smile grew wider as he gently moved his hand down over her body. “My angel,” he said just above a whisper, his eyes turning black with arousal. He was shaking as his hand came to a halt, and he leaned in again. Licked her cheek. “For you see …” He turned her face so she could see his eyes. “… all angels have wings.”
She was trembling under his touch and hoped death would come quickly as her eyes met his. The soft blue eyes from before were now cold and dark, and his handsome features were almost inhuman. Even his blond hair looked dark now, and she had a feeling she had met the devil himself.
He tried to kiss her, and she flinched, causing a wide smile on his face. He stood up and lifted himself with ease from the hole in the ground. Then he picked up the shovel and slowly started moving the soil. Trish felt a new pain, a heavy pain in her chest. I am going to die now , she thought. I am going to be buried a live .
The soil was covering her legs, and she felt it hard to move. Her hands were still tied, and she could see the soil slowly falling onto her stomach. He was taking his time, had started whistling again, and her hopes of dying from the stab wound seemed to vanish. She could hardly even feel it anymore. Losing consciousness was also not an option, as her body was panicking and pumping with adrenalin. The longer he took, the more her stupid mind started hoping he would stop, change his mind. That this was all a scare game to warn her from trying to run away again. She wanted to tell him she understood, she wasn’t going to try anything else, but she couldn’t speak. Her voice had gone, and she knew it would take a miracle for her to get out of this.
She closed her eyes, tried to find the memory of her family once more.
The soil had reached her neck, and small pieces were rolling onto her face, grazing her chin and then falling onto the ground beside her head.
She was back in the park with her husband and kids, watching them as they played and laughed in front of her. She was about to call them over for lunch, when a familiar sound made her eyes shoot open. She didn’t recognise it at first, but it brought a strong sense of hope through her. Sirens , she thought. There were sirens in the distance.
He must have heard them too. The soil had stopped falling, and he stood still in his tracks. Every muscle in his body tensed as he listened. The sirens did not disappear; they came closer, slowly closing the distance to them. Had they realised that she was missing? Did they know where