Fallen

Chapter 12- New Chapter!

We're all caught up! If you've read this recently, but you haven't read the rewrites, I completely changed everything before this chapter. The plot is going to be the same, but it's very different from the story it was before. At this point, unlike in the original, Sang hasn't even met all of the boys yet. 

Some people have had trouble reading the new chapters. If you have this problem, just remove it from your library and then add it back.

Hope you guys enjoy!

Sang's P.O.V.

Michael holds on for dear life as I speed to the bar.

      "Now would you explain what is going on?," he asks.

       "Jami's uncle, Walter, showed up to the bar. He was an awful man and he's also been dead for seven years," I let out a loud sigh. "Another reason we need to close this damn portal."

       Jami doesn't talk about him much. She told me that he was abusive and that she ran away at a pretty young age. She didn't go into detail about what he did, but I have my theories.

       "Alright," he says. "Are you sure you don't want me to drive? I'm sure we will be more help if we make it there alive."

      He makes a point to look at my hands gripped tightly around the steering wheel.

        I shake my head. "I'm fine."

        I will make it before anything happens this time. The night I met Taylor, I didn't. People died, people I could have saved.

That thought only makes me go faster.

"Watch out," Michael says as soon as I see a deer run into the road. I slam on the breaks and slightly swerve to avoid hitting it. Michael lurches forward in his seat as the car stops abruptly.

This certainly didn't help my case. "You alright?," I ask.

He gives me a disapproving look. "Yes, I'm fine."

        "Great," I nod before stepping on the gas again.

         Michael doesn't say anything else about my driving, he just continues with his disapproving looks.

When I finally pull up to the bar, I don't feel an evil presence. Are we too late? I grab my gun before getting out of the car, Michael right behind me.

        The door to the bar is cracked open. It always stays closed. It's concerning how quiet it is. Even on our slowest days, the place is always so lively.

        As I'm about to enter, Michael pulls me back by my arm. "What?," I ask, feeling slightly irritated.

        "We should do a perimeter check before going in. We do not want to be taken by surprise," he says.

      "Yeah," I nod. "You're right."

       Michael might be good for me in more ways than one. I sometimes rush into things without taking extra safety precautions.

So, I follow Michael and everything seems to be all clear. When we get back to the door, Michael stands in front of me and slowly pushes the door open.

I hate to admit it, but I'm afraid of what we might find. We walk over broken glass and my fears are only heightened when I see the state of the bar. Tables and chairs are flipped over, there's broken bottles all over the ground, and there's no sign of a dead uncle or the girls.

         "They might be in the back," I say quietly.

          We move silently to the back. The door to Jami's office is closed and Michael turns the doorknob slowly before opening it.