On the way to heaven (bwwm romance)

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ON THEWAY TO HEAVEN

BY    STACY-DEANNE

 

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CHAPTERONE

 

      “Wait a minute.” TrinaFlack glared at the tall, full-figured, black woman in the white pantsuit.

The woman stood at theGates of Eternity with her eyes straight ahead, like a soldier.

“Maybe you don’t knowwho I am,” Trina said. “You better recognize, and let me in these gates.”

      “I know exactly who you are.” The womanglanced at her clipboard. “You’re Trina Flack. Thirty-five years old, black,and—”

 “Well, with the way you’re treating me, youact like you don’t know who I am.”

       “Come on!” The man behind Trina huffed.

      “We’ve been standing here all day,” awoman whined from way down the line.

      “Why don’t you tone down the attitude abit, Miss Flack?” the full-figured woman asked. “You see, inhere, you’re not the special snowflake you obviously thought you were onEarth.”

      “Look, I’ve had the day from hell.” Trinaflipped her long, curly locks off her shoulders. “You have any idea what I’vebeen through today?” She counted on her fingers. “First off, I was in a caraccident, totaled my new Benz, and oh yeah, Idied,in case you haven’tnoticed.”

      The other woman rolled her eyes.

      “I end up here…” Trina looked at thethick clouds that floated endlessly in all directions. “Which is supposed to beHeaven, but if you ask me, it’s a bit disappointing.”

      The full-figured woman’s mouth dropped.“Excuse me?”

      “I get here and I can’t find any of mystuff. I can’t find my laptop or my phone. If this is Heaven, then send me backto Earth. Besides, I’ve got things to do. I’m one of New York’s mostprestigious corporate lawyers. Now, I know I’m cute.” Trina patted her hair.

      The full-figured woman mumbled.

      “But don’t let this gorgeous body,fantastic hair, and Janet Jackson face, fool you, okay? And I’m talking young,eightiesJanet here, by the way.” Trina stuck her finger in the woman’s face.“I might be hot and sexy, but I’m no fool. I have more degrees than you couldever dream of, and I can go toe-to-toe with anyone. So, when I say I’m gettingin these gates…oh honey, I’m getting in these gates.”

      “You can save the speech, okay?” Thewoman glared. “I know everything about everyone standing at these gates. I knowall about your professional successes and your romantic failures.”

      Trina scoffed.

      “Let me tell you a bit about whoIam.” The woman stuck her large bosom out. “I’m Lorraine. I’m theChief Spiritual Commander.”

      Trina batted her fake lashes. “Who?”

      “I’m in charge of the Heavenly Army thatenforces order for the Spiritual Court.”

      Trina shrugged.

      “You can think of me as the head sergeantof the afterlife.” Lorraine beamed. “And let me tell you something…” Her smilefaded. “I’m in charge of these gates, and I get tired of standing out here dayafter day, and night after night, to oversee things.” She waved her hand towardthe huge line behind Trina. “Do you realize how many people die each day? Thefirst place they come is where you are. You see, this is the entrance to theafterlife. So, while you think you’re in Heaven…you’re really not.”

      Trina contemplated the scenario. “What doyou mean I’m not in Heaven? Ibelongin Heaven.”

      “Contrary to popular belief, just doingwhat you think youshoulddo to get intoHeaven, does not guarantee a spot.” Lorraine flashed an unconvincing smile.“You don’t just walk up off the street and end up in Heaven. Girl, please.There’s protocol here, just like anywhere.”

      Trina exhaled. “And what’s the protocol?”

      “Everyone has to meet with the SpiritualCourt to learn their fate.”

      “Look, I’m getting confused by all thisstuff.” Trina put her hands on her waist. “Can’t you cut asistasome slack? Oh, I guess you forgot where you came from, since you’re in chargeof the Heavenly Gates now, huh?”

      “I wouldn’t go there if I were you, MissFlack. I don’t make the rules. Whatever happens during your meeting with theSpiritual Court is the way things will be.”

      “I belong in Heaven!” Trina pointed tothe shimmering, solid gold gates. “I demand to speak to God or whoever, up inhere.”

      Lorraine squinted. “No one speaks to Godbut Daniela.”

      “Who the hell is Daniela? I don’t wannaspeak to Daniela.” Trina raised her arms. “I wanna speak to God, because thisisn’t right. I deserve to be in Heaven.”

      “Since you feel that way you can meetwith the Spiritual Court now.” Lorraine gestured to three muscular men inwhite. “Take her to the Spiritual Court.”

      “Wait a minute.” Trina fought as the mengrabbed her. “Hold on!”

      They dragged her inside the gates, andthrough a massive hall made of clouds.

      “Wait a minute, here!” She kicked.“Listen to me.”

      Lorraine followed behind. “We have ourhands full with this one, don’t we?”

      “You can’t do this to me!” Trina jerkedand twisted in the men’s clutches. “Get these goons off me!”

      “Settle down.” Lorraine moved in frontand stopped the guards when they got to the huge double doors.

      “Let me go!” Trina struggled.

      “Put her down,” Lorraine instructed. “Youcan go.”

      The guards bowed, and left down anotherhall of clouds.

      “What kind of place is this?” Trinastraightened her clothes. “I just died. Where’s the compassion?”

      “You’re the one with the attitude, actinglike you deserve to get into Heaven. No onedeservesto get into Heaven.”

      “Is this the Spiritual Court?” Trinalooked at the antique doors with carved markings that looked like they’d beenthere since the beginning of time. “What do all these markings mean?”

      “Ancient sayings.” Lorraine looked her upand down. “I could spend a year explaining them to you and you wouldn’tunderstand.”

       “And I’m the one with the attitude?”

      “Wait here.” Lorraine delivered threethunderous knocks to the golden doors. The knocks echoed throughout the hall.

      “Damn.” Trina covered her ears.

      The doors opened, filling the hall withmore clouds.

      “Man.” Trina waved clouds out of herface. “How do you guys see with all these clouds? I mean the first five minutesit was cute, but now it’s annoying.”

  Two men in white stood behind the doors.

      “State your name and your business,” thefirst said.

      “Fool, you know who I am.” Lorrainepushed them out of the way and turned to Trina. “I’ll be right back.”

      The guards shut the doors in Trina’sface.

      “Ain’t this a bit…” Trina covered hermouth and looked around. “Sorry.”

      The doors opened again.

      “Come on.” Lorraine waved to Trina.

 

CHAPTERTWO

 

      Trina held her breath, and followedLorraine into the cloudy space that smelled like glazed doughnuts and coffee.“Hmm, it smells good in here.” She sniffed. “I’m hungry. Can I have—?”

      “Hush.” Lorraine stopped at another hugedoor with antique markings on it. “Now let me tell you something. You have tobe respectful in this room, okay? The Spiritual Court decides your fate. Whatthey say goes. Piss them off, and you’ll spend the rest of your afterlife inHell. You want that?”

      “No, ma’am,” Trina whispered.

      “Then lose the attitude, shut up, andlisten. Now, you’d better hope Daniela likes you. She’s the Supreme SpiritualMessenger. She rules the Spiritual Court, and is the only spirit who talks toGod.”

“She really talks toGod?”

Lorraine nodded.

“Damn, how’d she getherjob?” Trina chuckled. “Can she hook asistaup?”

 “I’m warning you.” Lorraine exhaled. “You onlyget one chance to make an impression.”

      Trina straightened her Gucci blazer. “Ijust wanna go to Heaven.”

      “Keep your trap shut in here.” Lorraineopened the door. “Don’t speak unless spoken to.” She moved aside.

      “Fine.” Trina drifted inside the cloudy,massive room.

Across the room,seemingly miles away, sat a table so long it reached from one end to the next.At least one hundred people, dressed in white, and of all nationalities andraces, sat behind the table.

      The scrawny woman in the center held astern gaze that almost burned Trina’s insides. She sat on a golden chair, withevery jewel Trina could name cascading off her necklace. She appeared to bewhite or Hispanic, with her brownish-gray hair perched on top of her head in atight bun. She appeared ageless in the face, but common sense suggested she wasolder than Trina could imagine.

      The door slammed behind Trina andLorraine.

      Trina’s heart fell into her suededesigner pumps. As always, gas swirled in her stomach, like it did whenever shegot nervous.

      Ooh, Lord. Not now.

      She clenched herstomach.

      “Miss Flack, how are you?” Daniela peeredat Trina from underneath her glasses.

      “I’m…I’m fine.” She rubbed her rumblingstomach. “Ooh.”

      “What’s your problem?” Lorrainewhispered.

      “Nothing.” Trina grunted.

      “Are you all right?” Daniela asked.

      “Yes, ma’am.” Trina clenched her stomach.“May I say I have the deepest respect for your court and the Lord? I admit Ihaven’t gone to church in a while. I’ve been busy.”

      The members of the court looked at eachother.

      “I know that’s not a good excuse.” Trinaheld out her hand. “But I’m not gonna come up in here and lie. I’m sure youalready know what I’ve been doing. I’m sure you also know I’m a good person.Yeah, I might be a bit selfish, but I’ve had to be.” She touched her hair. “Allmy life, I’ve had to depend just on me. It hasn’t been easy, but I do my best.I’m proud of what I’ve become and—”

      “Shut up, girl.” Lorraine nudged her.

      “No.” Trina moved closer toward thetable. “I want you guys to know I’m a good person. I deserve to be in Heaven.I’m not perfect, but who is? I’m sure Mother Teresa even made some bad decisionsin her day. I…”

      Daniela pounded her golden gavel.“Silence!”

      Trina jumped back. “Damn.”

      “In this court, you speak only whenaddressed,” Daniela said. “Is that clear, Miss Flack?”

      “Yeah, but I just wanted to—”

      “I don’t care what you wanted to do.”Daniela set the gavel down. “I run this court, and not you. Is that clear forthe last time?”

      “Yes, ma’am.” Trina’s stomach rumbled.“Ugh.”

      “As far as the type of person you are,the court is well aware.” Daniela lifted some papers. “We’ve been reading yourfile.”

      “My file?”

      “Every human has a spiritual file fromthe day they’re born.”

      “What?” Trina leaned to the side. “You’rekidding me.”

      “I assure you I’m not.” Daniela lookedover one of the papers. “When you’re born, everything you say and do, everydecision you make, and even every thought you have, is transported into yourspiritual file.”

      “Every thought?” Trina sighed. “Lord,have mercy. Please don’t hold any bad or sexually-explicit thoughts against me.Asista’sbeen lonely. It’s hard for a strong,independent black woman like me to find a man who can handle her.”

      “Miss Flack.” Daniela tapped the desk.“Don’t make me pick up my gavel again, because if so, I’ll have you thrown outand you’ll spend the rest of your afterlife with our buddies downstairs.” Sheraised an eyebrow. “Do you get my meaning?”

      “I’m sorry. I was just trying toexplain.”

      “Believe me, there is nothing you cantell this court about you that we don’t already know.” Daniela clasped herhands. “We know you’re a good person. You’re rather rough around the edges, butthat’s to be expected because of your childhood and not having any parents toraise you. Your attitude could be a lot better, but overall you have a goodheart.” Daniela tilted her head. “You just hide it under that sharp tonguebecause you’re afraid of getting hurt.”

      Trina sighed. “Does this mean you’llallow me into Heaven?”

      “It’s not that easy.” Daniela pulled outanother paper. “You have to have a certain average on your Heavenly SpiritsChart before you can be eligible to get into Heaven.”

      Trina gaped. “Eligible to get intoHeaven?”

      “Yes, you can’t just walk up off thestreet and get into Heaven.”

      “See, I told you,” Lorraine said.

      “No.” Daniela laughed.“If that were the case, everyone would be in Heaven, wouldn’t they?”

      The rest of the court erupted inlaughter.

“Please!” Danielaleaned back, cackling. “Could you imagine the utility bill? If you knew what wepay per month already, you’d die again.”

      The court guffawed.

      “Silence!” Daniela swiped her handthrough the air.

      The court sat at attention.

      “Think of Heaven as an Ivy LeagueSchool,” Daniela said. “And think of the Heavenly Spirits Chart as the entranceexam. Now, you’re a smart young woman and did very well in college. I’m sureyou had to put in some extra time for your harder exams right?”

      “Yes, ma’am.”

      “The Heavenly Spirits Chart proves to usthat you’re worthy. You must score an eighty or above to go to Heaven.” Danielaleaned forward. “In other words, Miss Flack, C’s, D’s, and F’s do not get youinto Heaven.”

      “Well, what’s my score?”

      “Your score is a seventy-two.”

      “Seventy-two?” Trina leaned to the sideas another ache hit her stomach. “Why…why did I get a seventy-two?”

      “We don’t have time to run down why,”Daniela said. “We have millions of other people to see today. You will have tobring up your score to get into Heaven.” She set the chart down.

      “Okay how do I do that?” Trina rubbed herhands together. “I’ll do anything to get into Heaven.”

      “That’s the fun part.” Daniela smirked atthe Asian man next to her. “Well, at least for us.”

      “Oh, I don’t like that smirk,” Trinawhispered to Lorraine.

      “In order to bring up your score, youmust complete a task,” Daniela said. “You must affect someone’s life in aprofound way, and change it for the better.”

      “Are you serious?” Trina grinned. “Icouldn’t even do that with my own damn life.”

      “Watch your mouth,” Lorraine said.

      “Sorry, but that’s an impossible task.How am I supposed to change someone’s life, when I don’t even know them?”

      “You’ll know what you need to know.”Daniela snapped her fingers.

 A photo of a handsome, muscular, white manwith shoulder-length, brown hair and a five o’clock shadow, popped up on thewall.

      “Whoa.” Trina’s nipples sprung up againsther bra. “Who is that hunk of stud meat?”

      Daniela smiled. “He is hot, isn’t he?”

      “Yeah except for thatnineteen-eighty-seven Kurt Russell mullet,” Trina said. “Once he gets ahairstyle from this century, he’ll have it going on.”

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