Trapped Angel

Eighteen

Gabe POV

I was a crying terrified mess, dragged away through the corridor by him. A tight bloody grip around my collar... I wiggled all I could but it was pointless. No one could hear me or notice me. And what if Stella is dead... He went out through the backdoor and threw me to the ground.

"You stabbed her... with a f-fucking k-kn-knife." I pulled myself up slightly but got pushed down again.

"Her choice you know... To come and save you, she now have to suffer the consequences. And also she did actually prefer the hard way so... ." He chuckled and grinned evilly.

"SHE CAN BE DEAD AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!" I screamed and the tears started to burn my eyes once more.

"Is it Gabe? Is it my fault?" I nodded and his grin got bigger.

"Was it me she was coming to get? Was it me who asked her for help? Was it me she was gonna protect? Was it?" He bent down trying to catch my eyes. I looked down and pulled at my hair. I shook my head.

"No... NO! It's not my fault!" I looked him deep in his eyes with a furious expression.

"But it is Gabe... If only you would've kept her out of this and done what I told you to she would be fine by now." His voice was back to his fake sweet caring sound. I just shook my head.

"Why did you do it?" I looked up at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Because you're mine. And she was keeping me from meeting you. She must be destroyed." He wiped one of my tears away but I pulled my head back.

"I hate you." His eyes got dark and he pulled me up and towards a black van. He threw me in the back and tied my hands and feet, he put some tape over my mouth and I knew exactly where we were going...

You know the saying "Everything happens for a reason". Maybe it's true. Maybe it is my fault after all. I told Stella about what happened which led to her protecting me. She protected me and that's why she got hurt by him. It's my fault. He was right. And because of that i'm now in the back of a van. Because I hurt Stella and this will be my punishment...

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Stella POV

My eyes open and my whole head feels heavy. I look around seeing i'm in a bathroom. I just lay there for a moment trying to recall what happened and how I got here but then I feel a stinging pain in my lower cher area. I look down seeing red... Red everywhere. I get up on my elbows with some struggle because of the pain. I get on my feet and pull up my shirt. There is a pretty deep wound showing and I've lost a quite lot of blood.

"Fucking hell!" I whisper to myself and use some towels to wipe of the blood on my belly and then the floor. I make sure to flush it all down instead of throwing it in the bin since we don't wanna give the cleaners a heart attack... When the wound is some what clean I spit in my hand, partly by checking that all my teeth was there but also to put on my belly. Why? Well, not only my tears are healing... I feel my wound start to healing a bit and man, it hurts! I try to remember what happened and see that I'm wearing a hoodie, not my leather jacket. It's Gabe's hoodie.

Everything came back. Brandon! That fucktard! He stabbed me and took Gabe. But where? I pull down my shirt and zip up the hoodie to hide the blood on my shirt. I went out of the boys bathroom and got some weird looks which I ignored. I swung on my backpack and got out my keys. I started running and got on my bike not knowing where to go...

"For fuck sake... " I wipe my face and start to drive towards Gabe's house for some reason... Why the fuck would they be there? They wont! I drive past it giving each window a quick look and all of them was dark and empty. I keep on driving with my house as a destination and feel a strong dizziness hitting me. I slow down so I won't hit anyone but I still wanna get home as quick as possible. I get home five minutes later and park my bike on the driveway not bothering to put it in the garage.

I know I'm an angel and all but I'm not immortal, okay? And my gut is a sensitive area. My saliva is also not as strong as my tears when it comes to healing so my wound had pretty much opened again... Also I suspect the knife was made of silver and whatever you may think, It's not an angel thing ,I'm just allergic so... yeah, that fucking sucks balls! I walk up to Ms. Cooks porch and bang the door hard with one hand on my stomach.

She opened the door and looked at me from tip to toe and without saying a word she pulled me inside. I took of the hoodie while Ms. Cook ran upstairs to get my bottle. She was a quick old lady and was soon back. I saw a just woken up dog wobbling over to me. His tongue hanging out as usual. He walks up to me and sits down and look up at me with his sad big blue eyes... Sometimes I think he's smarter than a normal dog. He may not look like it but he understands me and try to make me feel well...

"I don't wanna know what you've done darling but take of that horrendous shirt of yours and lay down on the coffee table please." She put an old sheet on her table and motioned me to take of my shirt and lay down. I laughed slightly at her speedy comment but obliged.

"It's only Slipknot." I smirked and she looked up at me with a serious face.

"Oh yes love, I am aware, I happen to love them but the shirt is dirty dear, and broken for that matter... But I can surely fix that except for now you have to take it off." I took it off and tossed it to the side. I layed down on the table with a bit of struggle.

"Could you maybe hurry today? I have to get away as quick as possible." She nodded and took of the cap of the bottle.

"This will not take long. You will be back on your feet in no time." She gave me a warm smile and pressed the fluid covered cotton ball to my stomach. I gave out a loud scream since I wasn't prepared and she just smirked at me. Leo ran up to me to see it everything was okay and I patted his head as comfort.

"I'm okay baby. Everything is fine. She's just having fun torturing me, thats all." She chuckled a bit but my mind went back to Gabe and my face was back to serious. She cleaned me up and covered the wound with some tape. It would be healed soon anyways. Only remaining a scar to remind me of the freak that I am...
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A slightly longer thingy today... If you care?!

Ms. Cook is so badass! She listens to Slipknot... Wha'!? I love her!

Brandon is a big fucking pice of shit. And I created him. Goo me!
Don't worry, I hate him too!

Bye all you sexy people!

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Cheerio!

//Ella