Angel Academy

Chapter Nineteen

Corbin's POV

Addaline lay beside me, her head on my chest and her arm over my stomach. Her hair was a mess and the sun was slowly coming up over the horizon, the light beginning to shine in through the window. She sighed happily and looked up at me, her blue eyes shining with content. 

"Good morning, handsome," she murmured and kissed my nose. This is one of the moments that make me really care for Addaline. Her hair falling around her in a mess, a sleepy smile on her face, and a small baby bump. I laid my hand on it, and rubbed softly. She smiled and I leaned up on my elbows, I kissed the baby bump, and she grinned down at me. "I'm so happy we've decided to do this; to have a family with you, it's going to be amazing." 

"Come on. We've got to get up," I said, kissing her stomach again. Even though I never wanted kids, I'm kind of excited for our baby. Addaline put her hand in my hair and pulled a little, smiling.

"But it's so early," she whined, smiling a little. 

I laughed a bit and kissed her lips, laying on my back and pulling her on top of me. She looked down at me, her hair falling into my face. "We have to get up," I said, my hands on her hips as I shook her a bit. She rolled her eyes and rolled off of me. She went to get up and I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her against me. 

"I thought we had to get up." 

I shrugged. "We do."

"Goddamn, just get out of bed already." Addaline and I jumped apart. I fell onto my back onto the ground. Peeking over the bed, my mother stood in the doorway scowling. "Are you two going to work or not?"

Addaline glared at me and I looked between her and my mother helplessly. "Mom, get out. We're getting up."

My mother rolled her eyes. "Learn to wear clothes to bed, will yea?" She left the room, leaving the door wide open.

"Learn to close the door," I shouted.

Addaline pouted, her bottom lip sticking out a bit. "Corbin, I have an idea."

"What?" I said, standing up and looking for clothes, not bothering to close the door. If my mother wanted to open it and leave it open then she could face the consequences. I opened my drawer and had to move a bunch of Addaline's clothes to finally find a pair of my pants. 

Addaline sat up in bed, the covers sat around her in a messed up ball. "Corbin, why don't you move in with me instead?"

I stood up abruptly and looked at her. "What?"

Addaline stood up. "Baby, don't freak out. Just listen to me, please. You should move in with me at my place. Or better yet, we should sell my apartment and get a house, for the baby. We can stay at the daycare for now, until we raise the money we need." She reached for me and I pushed her hands from me. 

"No Addaline. No. I can't do it. My mother needs me here."

Addaline sighed angrily. "Corbin! Please, just think it over. Come on. How long are you going to stay living with your mother? Seriously Corbin."

I glared at her. "It's not like I'm staying with her because I'm not grown up enough to live away from her. She has cancer Addaline. She's dieing. I have to be here for her."

"And what about me," she asked, tears in her eyes. "Huh? What about us? What about our baby?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh my god, Addaline! We have an extra room for the baby's nursery! Gosh, baby please." I grabbed her hands and sat on the bed, pulling her onto my lap. "Baby, please. It's not a big deal. You just moved in with me. Can't we be happy here for now?" Addaline sighed.

"FIne baby. Fine." She pushed off of me angrily and went in search of her clothes. I shook my head. scowling at the ground. I don't think I can deal with her for the next eighteen years, let alone the rest of forever.

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Niamh's POV

I slowly stood, searching the ground for something, anything, to use to protect myself. On the ground lay a lamp. I picked it up, gripping the base in tightly in my hands, and slowly made my way downstairs, my back against the wall. My hands schook and my legs felt like jelly as I made my way towards the footsteps. I didn't know who it would be, I just knew whatever they wanted wouldn't be good. I peeked around the corner and saw a man in a brown shirt, his back to me, looking around the living room. He didn't wear a black mask, but who knows if they ever did when they broke in here.

I jumped from the stairs and brought the lamp down, but someone grabbed me from around the waist. Their arm cut into me painfully as they lifted me into the air, slightly cutting off my breathing for a second. I dropped the lamp and struggled, screaming at the top of my lungs so someone, anyone, would hopefully hear me. "No! Let me go! What did you do with my son? Get off of me!" My eyes were shut tight in concentration, it was a bad habit that I had developed overtime and no matter what I did, I couldn't break it. I flailed in my captor's arms, kicking and screaming and finally breaking down and crying. I stopped struggling and went limp in his arms, and he set me onto the ground on my knees. 

"Ma'am, I need to calm down." I leaned over my knees, my arms wrapped around my stomach, tears falling from my eyes. I have never been so afraid in my entire life. Without thinking, I lashed out at the nearest person, nailing them in the balls with my fist. They dropped to their knees and I got up to run.

"Niamh!" I had just enough time to think Jeremy? before another man grabbed me around the waist.

"Get off!"

"Ma'am! We're the police! Calm down and open your eyes!" I froze. The police? I opened my eyes, and indeed there were two police officers standing in front of me. One was glaring and holding his private areas. 

"Where's my mother? My son?" I struggled out of my captor's arms. They finally let go when the older looking cop nodded. I rushed forward, not carying if they thought I was a danger. "Where's my mother?"

"Ma'am, you need to calm down, and come with us." The older cop was graying, with a firm, nononsence jaw. His eyes were brown and he had soft crows feet, showing that he was a gentle man who smiled and laughed a lot. He was tall, with a beer gut, and strong arms. He looked at his partner who was just starting to stand up. He was much younger, maybe thirty years younger than the older cop. He had what looked to be black hair that was shaved close to his skin, and fiery green eyes. He glared at me, and let me tell you, if looks could kill, I'd be dead. He might even be able to beat some women glares, which is hard to do. 

I turned and gasped. The third party was someone I recognized. It was Jeremy. "W-what are you doing here," I snarled accusingly. "Did you take me away and distract me so your buddies could come do this? Jeremy reached for me and I shoved his arms away. "No. Jeremy, how could you? I should have been here! I should have done something! Jeremy-" He pulled me into his arms and let me beat his chest, tears running down my cheeks. "Where's my son! Where's my son Jeremy! Where's my son!" My body was racked with sobs again and I couldn't talk.

"Niamh," the older cop said, laying a hand on my shoulder. "He's unharmed. We have him waiting for you at the hospital."

I turned around. "You do?" He nodded and I wiped my eyes. "Where's my mom?" I sounded like a four year old again, but I didn't care. I needed to know my mom was okay.

The older cop shared a look with the younger cop. "Maybe you should come with us," is all he said as he escorted Jeremy and I out into the frigid air. My hear heart raced with fear. She's not dead, I chanted to myself as I climbed into the back of the police car. She's fine. I thought as they started the car and pulled out of my driveway and down the street. Please mommy, be alright...

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a/n:

Hey! If you get the chance, please take a look at my new book Learning to be Human. Angel Academy is my top priority, but please take a look at Learning to be Human. 

~Jax Nicoles