Wishing Hell Water

By Valencia Barnes

978-1-63417-683-5Wishing Hell Water explains the thoughts of someone who has tried very hard living a Christian life but life has always discouraged them. They find themselves straying away from their values and sinning. They seek forgiveness and hope to make it to heaven on judgment day. If they don't make it in and go to hell, will they at least be able to get a glass of water.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781634176842

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Introduction 

Tremella Ann Edwards, the eldest of her mom’s three girls, is battling with personal demons while trying to maintain her religious beliefs. It is hard forgiving the transgressions of others and at times she acts as the judge and jury. Then she finds herself in the need of forgiveness. Her biggest battle is trying to forgive her biological father who abandoned her and her sisters when they were babies. The last time they’ve seen him was the summer of 1996 at his mom’s funeral. He promised to do better by them and then he vanished until June of 2014. He contacts them because he has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and has been given less than two months to live. Her and her sisters travel from Valdosta, GA, to Fayetteville, NC, to visit him. Tremella has a strong hatred in her heart toward him. They struggled growing up, and he was nowhere to be found. 

She hoped he wasn’t in a shelter and that he didn’t have to battle cancer alone. Much to her surprise, he lives in a suburban community. A young man answers the door. He appeared to be biracial. He bore a strong facial resemblance to her and her sisters. Come to find out he was their brother. In fact they had three brothers they never knew about. Their dad had another family that he chose to love and care for. How could he have the nerve to send for them? His wife was a beautiful biracial woman who gained the knowledge of them only couple of days before. Her heart was broken also. She is losing the love of her life and feels betrayed. She explained that when she married their father, they vowed to never bring up their past, and they started a new life together. Mella didn’t blame her stepmother for her father’s mistakes. But it made her resentment for her father even worse. She is happy he is dying and cannot wait to give him a piece of her mind. She has been waiting for this opportunity, and she finally has her chance. 

Mama always said, Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Well, if I would I have done the shit that this tramp here did, I would expect to be getting my ass whipped. And she is about to get it. Sometimes you have to put your hands on a valuator. This is the time, and I am making this the place. I am three seconds away from ending up in the back seat of a police car. Now why did I have to think of that? Ending up in the back seat of a police car. I don’t want to go to jail. But it is what it is. Her three seconds are up, and I’m on that ass. 

The fear in her eyes when she saw me fed my anger more. She opens her mouth as if she could explain. I close it with a right hook, time out for talking. I destroy her on site, for the old and the new. She had a near death experience in the parking lot of the Indians store. The only reason she is breathing is because I am out of breath. I am tired as hell. Anger overrides me being tired, so I kick her in the head two more times. She will never forget the day she crossed me. I do not know who she thought I was. I will not be disrespected. I am nice but I can also get nasty. I am Tremella Ann Edwards, and that’s all that tramp needs to know. 

I hate when people take my love for God as a weakness. But on the contrary, that is what makes me so strong. I fear God and no one else. People think Christians are always supposed to turn the other cheek. Shitting me. I know when it is time to be at ease, and I know when it’s time to fight. The destruction she received was part of God’s vengeance on her for trespassing on my property. Besides, I am still a work in progress. 

I am not claiming to be a bad ass. A bad ass doesn’t ever give a damn. I do give a damn most of the time. But I possess some kind of hell that is released when I am extremely upset. Although I try to avoid those situations, sometimes it is inevitable. It is bound to happen one day. I’m human. I can’t excuse myself from every battle. At