Delivered by Angels by Emerald Barnes


About Delivered by Angels:

Determined to escape her abusive father and drunken mother, Lexi Johnson turns to the blade to numb her pain, but it isn’t enough to end her misery. She’s convinced that not even God could save her now.


Roxy Taylor is the new girl in town, and Lexi doesn’t trust her, especially when she teams up with DJ Tucker to try and break down the barriers that Lexi has put in place.


Little does Lexi know, there are greater forces battling for her life, and as Lexi begins to open up to both Roxy and DJ, she’ll see that she isn’t alone in this world.


In the heart-pounding sequel to Entertaining Angels, everyone’s favorite angel, Zach Taylor, is back, and he’s there to make sure that Madison and Chase Sanders are on the path that God has chosen for them, a path that could deliver Lexi from the demons who want her soul.


In the corner of my eye, I saw something glinting in the light in the seat next to me. I looked over and saw my blade, lying there, begging me to pick it up. I placed my hands on the steering wheel, gripping it until my hands were white. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my stomach churned. My wrists burned, and I longed to trace the cold steel across my scars.

You don’t have to do this.

I wasn’t sure if that was my own thought or not. It seemed foreign and strange. I had never experienced something like that. Deciding that I was going crazy, I gripped the steering wheel tighter.

You can go home to DJ without fresh wounds.

DJ wasn’t my home. Why was I thinking stuff like this? I picked up the box blade and felt the heft in my hands. I slid the blade out and watched it glimmer in the light. I put the tip of it to one of my scars, drawing blood. The pain I felt earlier, before I decided to head back home, came rushing back. I was alone. I would never be loved. I don’t know why I fooled myself into thinking that I could be friends with DJ—let alone anything more.

This isn’t the answer.

No. Maybe not, but it was better than feeling the pain of being completely alone.

Go home to DJ and Roxy.

Would DJ be able to help me? Roxy? I didn’t think so, but maybe they were free to hang out. I wouldn’t tell them what was wrong, but they might want to have coffee with me. I didn’t understand this at all. Why was I suddenly so concerned about DJ and Roxy? Why couldn’t I draw this blade across my wrist, either? I really wanted to. I needed to feel that release, but something was holding me back. Blood pooled around the point of the blade on my wrist, and I watched it roll down my hand and drip onto my jeans.

Part of me was begging for this. Do it. Do it. But another part of me wanted to hold back, telling me that this wasn’t the answer. I didn’t know what to do, and when I didn’t know what to do, there was only one thing that made sense. To cut.

As tears rolled down my cheeks, I drew the blade over my wrist, watching the red flow through blurry eyes. I cut again and again before moving to my other wrist, doing the same thing. I couldn’t control much in my life, but this was something that I could. I tried to push aside my doubts and frustrations as I felt the burning sensation wash over my wrists. I dropped the blade and cried. I didn’t know what I was feeling at that moment, so it was easier for me to focus on the physical pain. I took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Someone from the restaurant passed by my car and looked at me. I knew it was dark and they probably couldn’t see me well, but I still did my best to hide my wrists. I didn’t need someone knocking on my door, asking me if I was all right. I wasn’t all right, and all I could think about was finding DJ. None of this made sense. I didn’t know why he had to come into my life anyway.

The confusing thoughts of DJ made me want to reach down and pick up my blade again. I had only made three cuts on each arm, and even though I could have done more, I stopped, afraid to do anymore.

I threw the blade in the floor of the passenger seat and crawled into the back seat, curling up into a tight ball. Blood rolled down my hands and dropped on to the floor mat. I watched the blood and tears fall together, mingling.


About Emerald Barnes:


Emerald Barnes graduated with a B.A. in English with an emphasis on Creative Writing at Mississippi University for Women. She resides in a small town in Mississippi and has the accent to prove it. She’s an auntie, a Whovian, a little bit of a nerd, a reader, a writer, and a family-oriented person. God is number one in her life, and she thanks Him continuously for His love and favor.

Connect with Emerald online:

Facebook: Author Emerald Barnes

Twitter: @emeraldbarnes


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