Parallel (Prophesied a spirit within,Book I)

By Cheryl Doucet-Surette

When 16 year old, Selah Jones is unwillingly brought to see a fortune teller with her mom, it awakened a deep awareness of selah’s hidden talent, which had lain dormant for years, no longer inhibited selah dives headlong into the unknown.
Daniel Evans has waited since the beginning for her...he is prepared to give up everything to obtain his heart’s utmost desire, but vows long made hinder his ability to succeed. suffering from tragedy and betrayal as it consumes their visions, fate is left to chance... as their bonds are tested only to be left short, wanting. Daniel struggles to show Selah, that the strength of unity is so much more resistant, than the power of one.
Can this pre-destined alliance truly be made to endure? Or must we all be left to suffer, unconsciously from our own choices?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cheryl Doucet-Surette
• Release date: Feb 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301624126

Cheryl Doucet-Surette

Cheryl Doucet-Surette is happily married from a small Nova Scotian village, with a passion for gardening, pets and her 3 not so small children.An avid volunteer, she enjoys many past-times and working full time in the education system. Known not to shy away from challenges she wholeheartedly poured her own spirit into her new accomplishment, her first novel in a 7 part series. The story first breathed its first and became an all consuming fire to her and practically wrote itself, stay tuned for Book 2,Emerge, released June/July 2013.

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Prophesied A Spirit Within Book I

Parallel

Copyrighted 2013

by

Cheryl Doucet-Surette

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This book is dedicated to Yvonne Marie,

my mother, my friend

Je vais toujours te manqué.

May you be looking down with joy,

at all you have helped me accomplish

opening my heart once more.

Merci.

C.

Author’s notes

It has been brought to my attention that my explanation of certain things in my books are perhaps a bit vague, to say the least, on the topic of the void, or Parallel from which this series has originated.

To my very first reviewer...I love !love! The honesty you have shown me. Without it I would never have known, so I say thank you for the constructive criticism to Dana in Marionville, PA.

So because of this I have added a footnote at the ending of each book describing it in further detail. I have done many revisions of Book 1 Parallel, I have since added these footnotes to the latest edition on July 5, 2013. So to any readers having downloaded previous versions please feel free to download the newest one, it is still free.Happy reading and Thank You to all that have downloaded my books. CDS.

Table of contents

1/Wow is she for real?

2/Suddenly

3/The power of dreams

4/Nightmares

5/Trust me

6/Life really sucks

7/Numb and tingly

8/What’s your story?

9/Old friends collide

10/What have I done?

11/Regret’s and if only

12/Calm before the storm

13/Desperation

14/Faith

15/Home to you

16/Glossary

Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?

Tell me if you have understanding.

Who determined its measurements?

Surely you know.

Or who stretched the line upon it?

To what were its foundations fastened?

Or who laid its cornerstone,

When the morning stars sang together,

And all the sons of God shouted for joy? ------JOB 38 2-7

"But My faithfulness and my mercy shall be with him,

and in My name his horn shall be exalted. Also I will set his

hand over the sea, and his right hand over the rivers.

He shall cry to me, ‘You are my father, My God, and

the rock of my salvation.’Also I will make him my firstborn,

the highest of the kings of earth. My mercy I will keep with him

forever and my covenant shall stand firm with him. His seed also

I will make endure forever and his throne as the days of heaven.

If his sons forsake My law and do not walk in my judgements,

if they break My statutes and do not keep my commandments,

Then I will punish with the rod, and their inequity with stripes.

Nevertheless My loving-kindness I will not utterly take from him,

nor allow My faithfulness to fail. My covenant I will not break,

nor alter the word that has gone out of My lips

Once I have sworn by My holiness; I will not lie to David:

His seed shall endure forever, and his throne as the sun before Me;

It shall be established forever like the moon,

even the faithful witness in the sky." Selah --------PSALM 89, 24-37

The mystery of the seven stars which

you saw in my right hand,

and the seven golden lampstands:

The seven stars are the angels of the

seven churches, and the seven Lampstands

which you saw are the churches -------REVELATIONS 1-20

Karma:

What you put into the world comes back to you. How you live your life determines what kind of life you will have.------ Chinese proverb

Prologue Too soon

It was one of those days when nothing goes the way you plan. Selah hadn’t heard the alarm that morning. So she had been late for school. In the rush she had forgotten to tighten the cover of her soup she had packed for lunch, it had totally ruined her English project that she had stayed up all night to finish. She was definitely distracted all day, not noticing her surroundings and preferring to be alone with her thoughts.

Selah finally reached the end of the miserable ness, or so she thought. It was a slow misty wet drizzle outside, she almost felt as if she was beginning to mildew. Of course it was the perfect ending to the perfect day; she slowly stumbled one foot in front of the other making her way home after school. Selah had been late getting out trying to make up some work for Mrs. Bradshaw in the hopes that it would help her grade with the ruined project.

As she found herself walking alone along the grey streets, she knew she should hurry in case it started to pour but her feet couldn’t seem to move any faster than they were already. It was her thirteenth birthday next week, Sept 2, 1995, the lucky day she first graced this world, her Mom always said to her. But her Mom refused to let her have a boy girl party like all the other girls were having. Why couldn’t her mother understand she had to make her place in junior high, this wasn’t elementary school any longer. There was such a thing as status now, you had to have something going for you or you became invisible. Hopefully she would fit in some category or another. Maybe Sports would be her thing, either way this was her chance to become whoever she wanted to be, she could re-invent herself.

Selah was grateful she had at least put on her hoody that morning; no-one would see the lovely mess her hair was in, she hoped. Her mp3 player was blasting the new Mariana’s Trench song, Cross My Heart. So engrossed in her thoughts she didn’t notice the small group of teenage boys, a few hundred feet behind her.

As she crossed the street that adjoined the long road leading to her house, she began lightly humming the song, drifting in her thoughts of the day. Brittany had been such a little princess flaunting her project in front of everyone in class. Some people had such nerve; she would hopefully get loads of acne soon, if only, she had perfect skin not to mention her boobs were coming in really good. Selah’s were miniscule hard lumps of flesh that hurt like the by-Jesus if she even barely touched them. She had started her period the month before, which was pure bliss. Not! Its second appearance had come today, just another thing to add to her list of wonderful surprises. At least this time she had prepared things in her book bag. No need to go to the secretary at school asking for a pad or tampon. She thought God must have been smoking crack when he thought up of that idea, bleeding once a month, Uhk! It wasn’t pleasant, You’re a woman now, her mom had said, Oooo lucky me, and she got to look forward to this for the next 40 years! Super-duper mom!

The groups of boys were walking much faster now, whispering to one another and snorting like pigs Do you know her, the talk lanky one said to the pimply faced chubby one.

I’ve seen her around the halls I think, the one named Edgar said, thinking how he had seen her at South End elementary last year and she had a brother that went to school with his sister. She’s in Mr. Thompson’s home room.

She’s kind of cute don’t ya think? What do you think she looks like naked? tall and lanky Bobbie John or B.J. for short asked Edgar.

We should leave her alone, Edgar said, I talked to her before she’s real nice. I don’t wanna get in no trouble, ok.

Whatever Edgar, you’re just a pussy! Pussy! They all taunted him. The others were followers of B.J’s whatever he did they stupidly duplicated. Edgar became extremely quiet then. As they got closer and closer to Selah, he wouldn’t tell them her name. Man, these guys were such creeps but he hadn’t found anyone else to hang out with, he had found out the hard way how Junior high wasn’t good if you were a loner. And hey if you can’t beat them, ya might as well join them, right? Edgar thought if he could ever finish school he would leave these losers behind, he knew he was definitely smarter than they were. He silently prayed they wouldn’t hurt her. It didn’t look good though, he knew Selah always took the shortcut through the field that went to her house. If she took that route there was nothing he could do to help her, or was there? No, he couldn’t risk them coming down on him. BJ was a mean shit when he got mad, he treated everyone the way his old man treated him, bad. Maybe because the weather was so wet she’d stick to the main road, so she’d be drier. Please Selah take the main road, he whispered under his breath.

The short cut was just a few feet away Selah’s music was a slow soothing song, kinda depressing. It matched her mood perfectly. She was already soaking wet what did it matter if her feet were too, she thought. It was fitting it seemed, she could go more to the left side of the path to miss the big puddles. She was oblivious, to the trouble brewing behind her, as she only thought her day couldn’t possibly get any worse?

She had taken the path; he wanted to cry now, scream out a warning, something, but no he was destined to be a coward in the face of adversity. He had seen what happened the last time they were alone with a girl, at the dance last year, she was messed up pretty good now. He had heard she had even tried to slit her wrist or something. Please Selah turn around then run…run for your life.

The group of boys reached her as she was in the section of the pathway where no-one was visible from either road. Hey Baby! Yeah wanna have some fun with a real man? B.J. slithered passed her like the snake he was.

Selah was startled by the sudden interruption. And slowly took her head phones off. What? Sorry! She stammered clearly shocked she wasn’t alone anymore. I couldn’t hear you; I was listening to my music.

I said, do ya wanna have fun with a real MAN…the look in B.J’s eyes was pure evil, he even reeked of something rotten.

Selah took a step back and realized she was surrounded. There was one boy she recognized she thought, he was looking at the ground, as if he was ashamed of something. Edgar that was his name, she remembered.

You know you wanna, no sense to fight it baby B.J. cooed, thinking it made him sound sexy.

Selah realized if she didn’t act soon she would have no chance to escape. Especially if they all helped him, to do god only knew what. Selah saw the tall one move to avoid the puddle and saw her only chance, she dropped everything and ran, ran with every ounce of strength she had.

He was so tall though and he easily overpowered her. When he grabbed Selah he threw her into the tall grass on the side of the pathway, Selah knew she stood no chance. She bucked and kicked like a wild bull. He was incredibly strong and by this time the other boys were there, as they grabbed Selah’s arms and legs and held them fast. She felt the tears streaming down her face, fear had turned her muscles to jelly, and it was as if time had stopped and stood still. Selah’s mind began to shut down, frozen. She couldn’t stop this, what would they do to her, how far would they go? The more Selah froze the more she released all her power, her strength diminishing, she couldn’t change the outcome, and she just wasn’t strong enough. There were too many of them.

It was like she saw it happening to someone else, this wasn’t reality, this wasn’t real, and Selah felt herself float above her motionless body as she watched them, detached from everything. They were pulling her pants down to her ankles and touching her everywhere. There were tears streaming down her face, her makeup smudged down her cheeks. The tall one grabbed a hold of her panties with such force it lifted her bottom off the ground a good foot. The sound was gut wrenching as the thin fabric gave way. The excitement in B.J’s eyes was sickening. The girl was motionless, empty. Selah’s eyes had a glazed look of death in them. One of the other boys noticed and said I think there’s something wrong with her BJ she’s not moving at all, look at her eyes. I think you should stop.

Edgar found a small measure of courage and squeaked out Yeah BJ, I think she’s in shock or something.

Shut up, shut your pansy mouth and do what I told ya! He shouted, the lust in his voice coating each word heavily. He quivered in anger, Spread her legs apart for me.

Selah just laid there motionless not squirming, it was killing his buzz. Move you dirty hoe! You know you want this! Tell me how much you like it, he screamed at her He hadn’t noticed the blood as he shoved as much of his hand between her legs as he could.

Selah couldn’t witness the debauchery anymore and went higher, up… up where there was no pain, or anyone tormenting her physical core. It was dark and ominous and then all at once the light opened like a flower’s petals. The heaviness weighting on her disappeared, leaving her spent and rather listless.

She was in a strange room; it took a minute for her eyes to adjust. She thought she was dreaming or in shock. While looking around the room and notice she wasn’t alone. There was a figure with their back to her; their hair was shoulder length and jet black. Her every sense instantly warned her to run… another stranger meant trouble.

They must have heard her as she stumbled and grabbed the wall to steady her quivering legs. It was a male, this one older than the others, maybe around 16, he was playing a guitar.

Daniel heard a strange sound, and was startled. He was so accustomed to being here alone with his thoughts and guitar. He turned and saw her, she was beautiful just as he remembered, and it had been so long. But why was she here, how had she found him? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, they were to meet in the real world not here, something just wasn’t right. When he turned to face Selah, her feelings of fear dissipated like vapor, she instantly knew she was safe, but why?

Daniel slowly put his guitar down, and stood. He was filled with such joy a seeing Selah again; she was so young though, she would only be 12, he calculated quickly. Her birthday was soon he remembered. He knew everything about her, and she wouldn’t know him…but he had agreed to that.

Selah’s breath caught in her throat, her heart began to beat like a thoroughbred horse`s running its final lap. She saw he was tall but not thin, with a slim athletic build, the kind that every guy wished they had. His face was round in shape and small; he had soft sensual lips, and the longest eyelashes she had ever seen. His nose was a bit larger than normal but it fit his face like a glove, and his eyes were steel gray, as dark as storm clouds full up with rain, she could see they were filled with an amazing wonderment in them, as if he were seeing the world for the first time.

You’re not supposed to be here yet… you have to go back. It’s not the right time yet. Daniel whispered, his heart breaking knowing he had to let her go again…

Confusion clouded Selah’s thought, what does he mean, yet? She didn’t understand, she felt a strange power overwhelming her, a pull of some sort. Like a moth to a flame, she so desperately wanted him to hold her and tell her all would be fine now. But who was he? What did he mean to her?

All of a sudden she felt nauseated as if someone was shaking her fiercely; she heard a voice frantically saying her name over and over… She slammed back into her physical body, as she realized Edgar was shaking her, as her head snapped to and fro like a rag dolls.

Please wake up Selah! Please be alright. Edgar was panicking now.

Selah opened her eyes and saw Edgar with his hands firmly gripped to her arms about to shake her again. Let me go you creep! she cried.

They’re gone Selah when B.J. saw you were bleeding they took off. I’m so sorry, I should have helped you…I’m just so sorry, Edgar said as tears rolled down his face

Edgar looked worse than she felt, Selah realized, they hadn’t hurt her too much, her virginity was intact. She mentally thanked god for inventing menstruation, it had saved her that day. Edgar had managed to cover her with his coat; he was full of mud, as was she. They hadn’t done too much damage, she would recover. It’s ok Edgar… I know it wasn’t your fault. It’s ok, calm down… She knew he wasn’t to blame, she really didn’t think he was like that. Can you turn around while I fix myself up, Selah knew it was too late to be modest but couldn’t help saving the little bit of dignity that remained.

Of course, Edgar stood and turned his back to her, grateful that this slip of a girl had forgiven him for his lack of courage. "I’ll walk you home every day if you want,

Selah. It’s the least I could do for you, you know with what just happened and all," he rambled on.

Selah stood after his back was turned and salvaged what remained of her clothes. Her panties were ruined…she shoved them in her pocket anyway not wanting to leave any evidence of the crime here to remind her again. She supposed she was in shock or something. The boy she had saw…she just couldn’t erase his face…and what he had said, who was he…better yet who was she? She wondered.

Chapter1/Wow is she for real?

The old pendulum clock struck one, startling her, as Selah Jones looked onto the tiny room at her mother. She was wearing an anxious expression on her face, what was that women telling her?

She bit her lip in worry this was so not what she bargained for, she was anxiously awaiting her faith. What if this woman could see what was really inside Selah’s head would she see how very different she really was? How she sometimes knew things before they happened, that was really hard for her to digest, or the deja-vu. But the strangest of all was when she dreamed something terrible happening to her and then it would come out in the news of having actually happened to someone in the near vicinity. Those were the ones that left her soul chilled to the bone. She never told anyone, just kept it all inside, and as things began to get stranger still for her, she seemed to retreat deeper and deeper inside herself, afraid it was somehow visible on the outside.

Selah was dumbfounded how her mom, Diana, had talked her into coming here, at the old haunted mansion on the hill to see a fortune teller. Diana had been so excited to have a glimpse into the future, her future. Selah thought each day had enough problems, let alone worrying about tomorrow. She had only been inside the room now for a few minutes, Selah settled in, she might as well get comfy; her reading would take an hour or so. Lord knows what freaky thing she would put inside her mom’s head.

The room she was in was filled with antique furniture and smelled a mixture of pledge and some air freshener trying to mask the oldness of the place. They had some pretty nice pieces, a rolled top desk with the stain worn in some places showing the telltale signs of being well used at one time. The bed was small for the size of the room, the headboard was carved all along the posts with what resembled vines, ivy upon closer inspection. There was a nice patterned rug on the floor of different hues of red and orange with some black and blues thrown in for good measure. The wall paper had seen better days that was for sure; who did wallpaper nowadays the walls must have been a mess underneath.

What had Thomas told her yesterday? That there was a room in the mansion upstairs that had a bloodstain on the wall that never really went away, even though they kept trying to cover it up? She supposed it could be this room; there were so many different ones to choose from. The wall paper looked fairly new at one section, Selah rose to get a closer look. She noticed that the paper was coming unglued in one corner, and reached out to see what was behind the paper. There was an older woman across the hall waiting to see a different psychic. She smiled at Selah, as she smiled back, had she noticed me ripping the wall paper off?

Your very young she said, This must be your first time getting your fortune told.

Yes, I’m 16 and it’s my first time, Selah said.

You’re really gonna enjoy it, it’s really amazing how much they can tell you about yourself. I have come here every 5 years to get mine told and every time they tell me something new, She bubbled out.

There must have been someone else in the hall because Selah heard another female voice saying that this was her second time seeing one and the last time a few things had actually happened. Well duh! Why else would you come back? Some people just couldn’t make up their own decisions obviously, without someone telling them what to do. The old lady began talking with the other, Selah tuned out the voices.

Selah looked at the older lady across from her, she had wrinkles around her eyes, probably a grandmother that loved to cook by her size, she nervously clutched and unclutched her purse in her hands, strange Selah thought, as the lady turned towards her feeling her staring. Selah pretended she was focused on the section of wallpaper she had taken off, as her phone began to vibrate.

Yes! It was Thomas,

Did she tell you you’re mentally insane? Lol. He texted.

That’s you, jerk; I’m trying to rip the wallpaper off the wall in the bedroom I’m in, trying to find something. Selah texted back.

Shit really! You are mentally insane! You’re destroying someone else’s property Sel, not good what are you trying to find anyway? Thomas wrote.

What do you mean? You’re the shithead that told me about the stain! She texted back, she was getting slightly pissed at him.

Lol, Sometimes I wonder about you. It was on the floor! Next time I tell you something get your head out of your butt, He texted back.

Crap, she had ripped the wallpaper for nothing. Selah looked up at the clock, 15 minutes had passed; this was going to be a long hour. She peeked in to her mom, she didn’t look as happy as when she went in. The woman had some bowl, with what looked like water staring into it. Great she’s a freak! she texted Thomas.

You should get along great with her then. Thomas texts back. He’s right Selah was a freak kinda, not popular not unpopular. Somewhere in the middle she guessed, she just didn’t choose sides, Switzerland that was her motto. She usually preferred her own company, Thomas was the occasional acceptance. She had mistakenly told him about her plans for the afternoon.

In Selah’s mind she was not pretty or beautiful, just average and cute, it would have to do. Her hair wasn’t shiny or straight as some girls. And on a rainy day if she didn’t smooth it down with loads of conditioner. Well she could pass for a sheep, a black one in desperate need of a shearing. She was considered tall, 5’ 71/2 ". And thin, thanks to badminton that kept her that way. With hazel eyes and very full heart shaped lips, Angelina Jolie lips, she’d had heard them being called , and had smiled politely that day. At least when she got older, she knew she wouldn’t need Botox. She looked like her dad, according to her mom, but was like her mother in every other way, which suited her just fine.

She had her own style, and loved to mix her clothes up and the weirder the better. It had helped weed out the many people she didn’t want to be associated with; she knew on more than a few occasions, she also had embarrassed her mom in public with her outfits. Who needed to match anyway? That was part of her uniqueness, and the fact that she was one of the only females in the sophomore class who had no female best friends. Who needed the drama?

Oh she talked to them but when it came to anything personal she told the only one she could rely on, her dog Gummy Bear. His name was Gunner but he was more like a gummy bear, soft and squishy. A golden retriever and little river mix, he had the huge head, and body of a golden retriever, the yellow eyes and short legs of the little river duck dog. He’s was so cute, cuddly and he listened to everything she had to say and always loved her .She wondered what the fortune teller was gonna say about that?

If she was totally honest with herself she definitely was curious to what she would tell her. I’m a bit nervous you should talk me thru this Tom. she texted him.

Thomas, he was a sweet heart and probably the biggest nerd at school. Selah secretly knew he had a crush on her; it was so obvious when she caught him staring at her sometimes, the looks Gunner gave her were similar, pure adoration. He had become a staple in her life of late and she sort of liked it. He didn’t pry too much, and wasn’t overbearing.

She had started hanging with him when he began tutoring her in physical science at the beginning of the term. Who understood that crap anyway, not her. Selah had offered up the info that she needed a tutor in the hopes that Colby Hansen would get the hint and volunteer. He was the school jock, with the brains to boot. No such luck though, he would defiantly not be