Wicked Lies.

Chapter 5

Five

We started down the forest once again and I grabbed Patrick’s hand in front of Ashley. No way am I going to let her have him, never. I start to see a bright light as we approach it, getting closer and closer to it from the forest, out of the tree falls a huge creature with a loud thump. “Who goes there?”  I jump at the loud demonic voice. “It is us, Ashley and Patrick” Patrick says, I grab on to him and he notices my fear, “I smell something abnormal, human? Ashley, what have you brought?” The demon says. Ashley smirks at me, and laughs softly “That wasn’t me this time Patches, it was Patrick he brought you a treat,” she says as she walks into the light. “A treat she says?”  Patches says with a huge grin. I move my body around Patrick, this way he is standing in front of me. “No no Patches this is no treat, this is a girl I found in the forest.” Patrick says loudly. “Are you going to take her to the council, because it’s no trouble you leave her here with me,” he laughs demonically. “No Patches, she doesn’t need to go to the council, I am going to keep her, and she is mine. Understand? And since my Father is head council I’m sure it is no problem.” Patrick says. The creatures red eyes glare, and he nods his head. We walk pass him and I get a glimpse of him, he is monster like. He is big and furry, about as tall as an 18 wheeler. His smell rots of dead caucuses and decomposing animal flesh, my stomach begins to turn as the smell enters my nose and his red eyes never leave my body. Patrick holds onto me and we walk into the light. It’s defiantly not exactly what I expected. I expected to see, a farm, little houses, out in the country. You know like how they have on western movies, I expected something country wise. Well no when Patrick said a town he actually meant a town. No tall buildings or lights but still something country there are small houses and street lights,  one fire station and one police station. Maybe a few restaurants, maybe even a mall, car washes, and probably like three schools, an elementary, middle and high school. My face must have given my thoughts away, because Patrick looked at me and smiled. “What did you expect? I laugh a little “I expected a place in the middle of no where, and all that would be there would be a farm or something, country you know?” he laughs at me and kisses my forehead, well there is a farm, but only for horses. I smile. Horses reminded me of my father; he passed away when I was twelve. He always loved horses and we would ride them every other weekend. I remembered I always fallen off them trying to get on. I smile at the past memory; I haven’t ridden a horse since his passing. It had just been me and my mother; however she did not have a passion for horses like my father did. I hold back my tears, I missed him very much. He was the only person I could go to for anything. Patrick looks at me with pity. I look away from his hard cold stare and let go of his hand. No one could really understand how I felt. As I look around the small town I see a coffee shop across the road, Yum warm coffee or a hot cappuccino sounds good. I look in my pockets for any money, and lucky I find $7.30. Not much but enough to afford a coffee. I begin to walk across the street and Patrick follows me. As we get closer I realize the coffee shop is quite small, fragile and old. I walk in and its warm and cozy and its actually bigger inside then it looks. I sit down in a booth near a window. Patrick sits across from me. “You know my dad passed away when I was young too” I sit blank, as the waitress comes up. “Hey Patrick” she says with a smile” Can I take your order?”  While looking at me he answers her, “Two cappuccinos.” He smiles at me and I feel as if someone just punched me in the chest. How did he know about my dad? I open my mouth but nothing comes out. “No I can’t read your mind Alice we have went through this.” He smiles. That’s exactly what I was thinking! I couldn’t say anything. I felt frozen in time. No one had known about my father, I was never open about it. I just stayed to myself! “How did you know?” I sit with a confused look on my face. He laughs a little. “Alice, my father is head of council, but my father here is the one who I live with, he took me in with my mother, he is also a fallen angel. We all stick together. But my birth father Michael is in heaven. You see, all of us fallen angels stick together. And well when I was alive Michael died when I was seven, I remember a lot of stuff me and him did but not much since I died some memories fade, but I have my strong ones with me. Especially our ones when we were in heaven.” He looks up with a smile. I start to wonder what it’s like up there, and how I am going to feel when I die. But it still doesn’t explain what I wanted to know. “But how did you know my dad’ I choke on the word, it was still hard for me to say ‘Died?”  He looked at me and knew it was a struggle for me to still accept his passing. “I felt the way you were feeling.” I put my head down. There was nothing for me to say. Our silence broke
“Two cappuccinos?” the waitress said with a flirtatious smile looking at Patrick. “Is that all?” she winked. “Yes and can I have the check now” Patrick said. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, was he flirting back? She handed him the check, “Let me know if you need anything else.” She walked away sticking her butt out, seeing if he would look at her. “That’s so cute” He said sweetly. I didn’t understand what he was talking about, although he stayed looking at me. “What’s cute?” I asked. He smiled a crooked smile, “You’re so jealous.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Crap, he likes that I get jealous. “It is not cute” I snapped. I grabbed the check. $8.50. I didn’t have enough. Instead I pushed the $7.30 I had at the edge of the table. “What are you doing?” Patrick said in a rough tone. “Paying for my cappuccino, what does it look like?” I said sarcastically. I never liked anyone paying for me and I didn’t mind paying some of his. “You’re my girlfriend so you don’t need to pay for anything anymore Alice.” His tone was serious. I looked down. The radio In the back of the coffee shop began playing ‘’My Girl- Temptations”. He lifted my chin and smiled; he then began singing the song to me. I smiled and turned; I couldn’t help but smile and blush. He was my boyfriend, I can call him mine, all mine and I couldn’t have been happier. He had a gigantic smile on his face, more than likely he felt how he was making me feel, which made me even more ecstatic. He kissed me, and again he took my breath away. It felt as if it was just me and him, the kiss was warm, and rough, but soft. I couldn’t help but to kiss him back, his tongue lightly touched the bottom of my lip, and it was ice cold, but so cold it was hot. I began moving closer, and to my surprise I began climbing the table. It was then he pulled away. I didn’t open my eyes, and could hear him chuckling. When I finally opened my eyes, he was staring at me. “I know.” He said with a smile. I blushed and looked out the window. “NO FREAKING WAY” I yelled and got up and ran towards the door. I could hear Patrick following me. “ALEX!!!” I yelled for my brother, I hadn’t seen him since we were kids. I stopped and hoped he wasn’t a fallen angel and that he was here with coincidence like me. “Alice is that you?” he says with confusion. “YES” I say my heart fluttering, and my body just wanting to run. I jumped into his arms and hugged him. “I’ve missed you so much!!” we say at the same time. Alex and I have different fathers. My mother divorced his father when he was two. She married my father when she found out she was pregnant with me. We are two years apart. When he turned 14 he moved in with his father. My mother and him haven’t spoken since then, and she forbidden me to ever talk to him again. I had no way to contact him. “What are you doing here?!” I exclaimed. “I don’t know. I was on my way home and I came to a fork in the road.” I looked at Patrick. My face gave it way, I was worried. He shook his head, “I don’t know, but we should ‘talk to my father.” Alex looked at me uneasy “What happening? And who’s this?” he asked with a stubborn look. “Alex this is Patrick, uhhh… my boyfriend. And I don’t know how I got here either; I just came into a fork in the road as well. So where going to try and figure all this out.” I looked at Patrick and he grabbed my hand. “Alexander?” a familiar voice from behind me calls him. A voice I knew I wasn’t fond of.