Saving Grace

Chapter 3

Isaiah

"You are Jireh! You are enough. Jireh. You are enough." The angelic voice sang over and over. I stared at her outline and the more she sang, the more her face became clearer.

She was of a dark skin tone with full lips. Her eyes sparkled as she sung each note and I'm drawn into her. Ive heard her voice serenading my dreams countless times over the pass month or two but I've never seen her before.

As she became clearer in my minds eye I realized that I recognize her. It's Grace.

Here in my dreams she is dressed in a flowing white gown as she belts the words of the unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar song.

She is beautiful and her face is a bit fuller in my dreams than I remembered when I met her. She appears to be full of life and might I add without sounding rude, healthier? Maybe it's the volume of her now shiny hair. Maybe it's how chubby her cheeks appear now verses the chiseled structure she sports in real life.

Despite all the subtle differences, there is no denying that the woman in my dreams is the same girl I met in Tastees. I reached out to her, I wanted to hold her hand in mind for just a little bit. I felt sparks when we collided that day and I want to experience that feeling once more. I want to feel again.

My hand goes through hers though and I can see the sadness in her eyes. They reflect the same in mine. I reached out again and she smiled sadly. I can't touch her.

I felt lost and confuse. Her singing had stopped as we stood there looking at each other. I made to reach out a third time but she disappeared leaving me in the dark, unfamiliar room

There is a stillness in the atmosphere that leaves me calm. A whispered voice moves within the space and I fall to my knees in reverence. I'm not sure what happened next but I woke up on the floor of my New York Penthouse.

I walked around my apartment dazed and questioning my life for the past six months. Everything has been one big clusterfuck of emotions and disappointment. From my business right down to Kelsey.

Thinking about her causes me to breakdown. I cradled my head in the crooks of my arm while I let the tears fall.

I've lost count of how many times I've been in this same position. In my dark apartment, on the floor, crying my eyes out. I felt helpless. Mi couldn't protect her.

Thinking back, it's around that same time that I started to hear HER voice. I was standing at the edge of the balcony in my room, deciding if I should jump or not. I had closed my eyes and prayed for the first time in many years.

"God please help me." were my whispered words. I stood there at the edge for an unspoken amount of minutes before I found myself trapped in my mind as her voice bathed me.

I'm not sure how, but I came out of my trance sitting at the foot of my bed some time later. To this day I have no recollection of me walking away from the balcony. I've heard that voice many nights since then, always at my lowest point but tonight is the first night I've seen her face.

Grace's face.

What does this mean?

My phone rings into the stillness of the night and I reach over, picking it up. It's Kylie.

"Hello?" I answered gruffly. My voice hoarse from my crying.

"Hey, ummm... I need you." She whispers into the phone and I sighed.

Just like my silent tears in my moment of solitude are often, so are these calls.

I took a deep breath as I contemplated my next move. I'm not in any state to drive nor am I in the mood to leave the confines of my home.

I wanted to be alone.

I grew frustrated with myself because I can't afford to be selfish with her. Not with Kylie.

Looking over at the alarm clock by my bed I see that it reads 3:00 AM. Fuck! I don't want to indulge her but I know her methods of coping can be dangerous. I need to be there for her.

"Where are you?" I asked. I already had an idea but I want to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"You know where I am." She responded.

I closed my eyes trying to regain my control. Kylie has always had the power to frustrate me and make me feel calm at the same time. It's a gift.

As I was about to speak I hear the dial tone. She hung up. Knowing her, she is there waiting for me to come to her.

I rose up from my position on the floor and walked over to my dresser. I pulled out my custom-made jewelry box and fly the latch that reveals my trey of pre-rolled blunts. I removed one, closing back the box.

I walk over to the sofa in my room taking a seat. Reaching over to the small table that I keep at the side, I took up my lighter and lit the blunt. Taking a deep pull, I close my eyes envisioning HER face. She was an angel to me.

I wonder what she is doing right now? Probably snuggled up in bed sleeping, like I should be doing. I want to hear her sing in real life.

My phone buzzed once more and I looked down to see that Kylie had texted me.

K🖤

Are you coming?

Her message stumps me. I always show up for her.

Exiting out of her chat I quickly dialed Ceelo who answered after three rings.

"Speak!" He says into the phone but I take no offense.

"Go pick up Kylie." I tell him as I take another puff of weed.

"Her regular spot?" He asks and I hummed an affirmative response.

He hung up and I rested my head on the back of the sofa. I felt exhausted.

Ceelo texted me some twenty or so minutes later to tell me that Kylie is on her way up. I pulled up the front door on my phone and granted her access when the bell went off.

She walked into the room, finding me on the sofa. We stared at each other long and hard. She had tears in her eyes and I could feel my stomach in knots.

It feels wrong doing this. It never felt wrong before.

Kylie started to undress under my scrutiny and I felt a lump in my throat. When she was done, I watch her walk over to my bed and crawled in.

I watch her like a hawk from my perch on the sofa. Her movements are fluid and calculated. She wants me to join her. Fuck.

I'm conflicted. I need another blunt.

"Zy?" She whispers into the silence.

I looked over at her, spread eagle as she plays with her clit. Fuck. I'm so fucked up for this.

I got up from my seat pulling my shirt over my head. Meeting her eyes once more I catch her devilish smirk.

Kylie is a demon and I've found myself once more in her sinful grasp.