Revolution (The Angel's Sins)

Chapter Six: Back to my personal hell

I stumbled to the door, calling for Rick.

"Rick...hey. Can you please carry me out?" The door handle moved, but it didn't open.

"Its fine. I'm not gonna kill you." The door then opened up a little.

"Are you going to kill Ash?" He shook nervously.

"No."

The door opened all the way and he saw how frail I looked. He instantly picked me up, very, very gently, as if my bones were going to snap if he moved wrong. "Jesus christ,were you always like this?" I shook my head. "It was that glutton." I motioned towards the doctor. Rick glared at him, his eyes became dark. He was obviously thinking of doing something morbid, and I wasn't going to stop him.

"I brought her to you so that you could help her, not kill her." He snapped. I kissed his cheek and he brought me out of the room, grunting as he did so. I looked around the hospital lobby, seeing three other people in the building. The receptionist, Ashton, and a man in a hood.

I saw a small light emanating from the hooded man. A blue glow that was captivating. I saw him look at me, his black hair covering his eyes which were clearly the source of the glowing. "Familiar skin." I mumbled. He looked at me, shocked, and turned away. Rick glanced at me, "What?" I shook my head. Glancing at the man, I saw his left eye. The beautiful glow made his face seem haunted, and I wanted a closer look. I stepped out of Rick's grasp, supporting my own weight.

I struggled to walk to the man, but I reached him. I grabbed his sleeve.

Garrett looked back at me in my pathetic state.

"Hello, Alice. I noticed you haven't been at school for a few days." I hugged him as tightly as I could without straining myself. "You look awful." I pointed to his glowing eye. "What is that?" He shook his head. "Its a recovery system. I got in a bit of a fight. I see that you met the mad doctor." I looked at him, confused. "Mad?" He nodded. "My father."

I stepped back quickly, alarmed by the sudden announcement. "You share blood with the glutton!?" Rick knew why I was alarmed, and instantly stood in front of me, eyes blazing. "I won't have another asshole weaken her today." Garrett laughed a little. As it turns out, he isn't really his dad. Garrett was adopted.

"So, I'm assuming this would break one of our rules, but is this guy your...guy?" I nodded. "This is Rick." Rick shifted his gaze to me, then to Garrett, holding out his hand. They shook hands, Garrett saw his father, and his eye was fixed.

After that, Garrett and Rick became buddies and went to a bookstore while Ashton drove me home.

"You're going to need help." I shook my head furiously. Ash wanted to stay for the night to help me with everyday things like walking and cooking.
"You're not staying. I have to sleep, and a guy in my house won't help." He grabbed my hand and carried me inside anyways.

"Where's your room?" I pointed at the stairs and then at my door. He carried me in and pulled blankets over my head. "I'm going to make you dinner."

Soon, the smell of bread was in the air, along with the smell of soup. Ashton brought two bowls of chicken noodle soup with a loaf of bread to my room. "You don't have much food, but a lot of liquor. Impressive amounts." I smiled as Ashton sat on the edge of my bed. I tried picking up a bowl, but the ceramic proved to be too heavy. Ash caught it instantly, surprising both of us. He laughed.

After eating, Ash fell asleep at the foot of my bed. I stroked his head, feeling his soft, dark hair. I rested my head on his stomach, and he groaned a little, but didn't wake up. I curled up and fell asleep soon after.

Asher spent the next few days and nights trying to nurture me to full health, and finding human blood for me wherever possible. The mad doctor, as it turns out, cleaned and stitched my cheek so that it wouldn't be such a burden. I could walk on my own again, with no problems.

"Well, I'll see you at school on Monday." Ashton was finally leaving. I shrugged and complained that I wouldn't be there, but we both knew I would. He Finally left after I had realized what day it was. "He's coming back today." It was the first day of the third week since he left.

I hid in my closet when he came back. "Sweetie?" He tapped on my door. "There's someone here I want you to meet."  His tone was forced. I waited a few seconds to move, then stepped out of my room. A woman in a trenchcoat with blonde hair was standing next to my father.

"This is Sara. We got married last week."

I staggered backwards, straight into my door. "L-last week?" Sara spoke. "Yes dear, last week. I'll be moving in starting tomorrow." Her voice was ghastly and dark. "Okay...um...I'm going to work on my homework. It was nice to meet you, Sara."

I reopened my door and stepped inside, locking it right away. My excuse for homework was perfect, my dad didn't know that I hadn't been going to school. I rummaged under my pillow and found my shoebox that contained my last bottle of whiskey. I sipped at it as I sat on the floor and stared out of my window.

"...what the fuck is happening..." I mumbled, thinking of how my dad could ever be married. I curled up on my floor and examined the fibers in my carpet. This isn't my home.

The night passed quickly and I'd fallen asleep in a matter of hours.

Timeskip Monday 6:30

I stood out of my bed and walked to my closet, replacing my undergarments. There was one thing left. I put on a long sleeved black dress that went above my knees with my hair in a bun. I did my makeup, eyeliner, mascara. Nothing too crazy.

I grabbed my leather jacket and combat boots, stepping outside. There was a cool breeze that felt like silk, and the air was warm. Perfect weather? I stepped on my motorcycle and headed to school.