Fallen Angel

Chapter 8

I reached for my keys in my pocket and shakily unlocked the door.

Right as I was inside, I shut the door and ran up to my room, where I collapsed on my bed, sobs escaping my lips.

"Please. Don't cry. Please."

That same familiar voice was heard and I quickly looked up from my pillow.

Just outside my window, I saw a black shadow flash by.

I took a second glance at the window, but nothing could be seen anymore.

I sighed, knowing it must've all just been my imagination.

The voice wasn't though. I've heard it already so many times that it can't be my imagination.

I slowly sat up and wiped my eyes.

Why did I keep hearing that voice?

Why couldn't it just go away?

I mean, it reminded me of Christian because his voice is sometimes similar to this one. And I didn't wanted to be reminded of Christian right now.

"Please, baby. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

I flinched as the voice was heard again.

This time, it sounded exactly like Christian.

The voice was sorrowful and laced with regret.

I knew, somewhere inside me, that it was Christian. But it seemed unbelievable.

How could he be speaking to me if he wasn't here?

I sighed and got up, stumbling to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and gasped when I saw my shoulders.

They had turned a purple color and there were clearly, visible handprints on them.

Jesus Christ. Christian really has a tight grip.

I sighed, grabbing some foundation from my makeup bag and put it on the bruises to cover them up.

I couldn't let my parents see those. I just couldn't.

My mind was filled with thoughts about Christian.

What could he be, if he wasn't human?

I mean, by now, I'm sure he isn't.

Today proved it.

But what can a person be if not human?

I need to find out about that.

CHRISTIAN

I sat on the roof of my house, holding the cigarette to my lips. As I looked up at the sky, I blew out a perfect ring of smoke.

I sighed as the events of today flashed back in my mind.

How I hurt Ella.

I shook my head, feeling disappointed in myself.

How could I let myself get out of hand like that?

I should've never put my hands on her or gotten angry at her.

It's just that, I was waiting for her in the library. And all that time, I could hear her thoughts.

How she thought I'm a jerk.

How she practically hated the idea of us doing this project together.

And that sure got me upset. I mean, you'd get upset, too, in a situation like that.

But my actions were way out of hand.

I hurt her.

And I frightened her with the way I acted.

And if she, after this, doesn't talk to me or hates me...I guess it's no wonder.

But I still don't understand how humans get hurt so easily.

You can't even expect me to understand because I'm not human.

I ran my hand through my hair and took another drag from my cigarette.

My thoughts were going back to Ella all the time.

I have this instinct to protect her, yet, I went against it myself today.

I hurt Ella and that's just the most fucking stupid thing to do of me.

I looked up at the sky, hoping all this stress would just go away.

I still didn't know the exact purpose of me being here, but I'm going to find out soon.

But right now, I need to find a way to apologize to Ella.

Damn, Hale, you just can't keep your mind off that little human girl, can you?

That's right.

I can't.

But maybe that's because I care about her.

I care about Ella.