Eric Church What I Almost Was Novels & Stories

The intimacy of sharing this with Natty. “Good news,” she said, a spark in her tone. “I found Liam’s personal nurse from the hospital Ellen Harper. She’s now the head nurse here at the clinic, still in Chicago. She remembers Liam’s case, saying she saw things, and we could get something out of her. She’s willing to meet, might have records or details about his treatment, maybe even Maverick involvement ” My heart lifted, a flicker of hope igniting, the intimacy of Aunt Natty’s fight for me binding us across the miles.

Gabriel's POV Erica and Mike were making the kind of noise in my hospital room I wish I could expel them out for. I stared at Derek, who was still sitting right by my side like a devoted husband who almost lost his wife to the hands of death. His eyes never really left me, tracking every tiny breath I took. "So what did I miss?" I asked, propping myself up against the stiff pillows. "Well, for starters... Derek here has gone into religious psychosis." Erica laughed, nudging Mike as they both mocked him.

"Oh, it's you. Set up the camera on the desk, adjust the angle, and get back to work." She gave a slight nod and walked in. "Welcome back, Scarlett." The sun was shining outside the window. The ER's ambulance rushed out, speeding off to pick up another patient.

“‘Brother.’ What if Moros wasn’t _him_? What if he was _like_ him?” Kieran’s knuckles went white on the wheel. Another buzz. Picture message. Grainy. Security camera. A girl. 10 years old. Black hair. Silver eyes. Standing in the middle of a church. Surrounded by bodies. Human bodies. All kneeling. All _dead_. Timestamp: 20 minutes ago. Location: Erie, Pennsylvania. 60 miles ahead. “Faster,” I said. Kieran didn’t answer. He just floored it. --- *Erie — St. Mary’s Church — 1 AM*

I replied, "can we meet?" "Come over to the hotel," Eric replied. As a reminder, Brother Eric is actually a member of the famous pop band from Surabaya, Erpid 19th. This guy used to be famous as a drug dealer and celebrity pimp. He can provide all kinds of drugs. In addition, he has a long list of celebrity names who can be invited to a one night stand by paying a certain fee. One day, he and former 19th Erpid vocalist decided to stop using drugs. They follow a drug addiction rehabilitation program at one of the rehab institutions.

“What about Christian and I and our pup?” Christian will accept you from the beginning. Not leaving you to live with his mark in pain. As for the pup the destiny will have changed and this pup will not need to be born. You will have many more pups but not this one. If you return this will be your only pup. But you should know this pup was a deal made for another soul in exchange.” “Another soul? Who made this deal?” Just as I ask this question a twig snaps beside us and I turn and see Eric walking forward. I stand up and he hugs me then turns and walks up and hugs his mate, both of them crying and holding each other.

“So, how are you?” “I’m fine, sir.” “And your family?” “They’re fine. They're outside.” “Alright. So, what is it?” He leans forward, his fingers interlaced on the table. “Sir. I...” Words fail me. Why did I think he'll want to listen? What if he judges me, tells my parents or even the whole congregation? Eric comes to this same church (not as frequently as I do), so I fear the Head-pastor will figure who I'm talking about by the time I'm finished and everything will be over for me.

Eric smiled as one of the Cavalier stepped up and handed him a bowl of water and a clean towel to wash and clean his hands. “Order the men,” Eric said. “Burn down the brotherhood and bring me that lowlife Drudge that claims to be the child of promise. Take Felix with you.” Eric caught Abigail smiling from the corner. The pleasure in her eyes made him want to rush into her arms, but then he turned back to his father. The music had stopped playing now, and surprise clothed the people as they stared with bulging eyes at the direction of the Emperor. The man was coughing now, and the rhyme registered a sweet melody on Eric’s ears, even as he heaved and took in his last breath.

“I am not worried about him. In fact, I am inviting him to my wedding. After all, before all this, we were friends, and hopefully, when things settle down, we still will be.” “What if Crystal sleeps with him?” asked Paul. “Love covers a multitude of sins,” Eric replied. “Isn’t that what the Bible says?” Paul nodded. “I forgot that you were religious.” “Not a problem. Besides,” Eric continued. “I, too, have a past. So all that matters is that I make her mine.”