The Destiny of Angels

Chapter 7

I can not help but wonder what I was doing in the Forest of Monsters. How would a small child get into the forest? There is no logical reason why my 'mom' would have let that happen. She was never too strict, but she was strict enough that I was never even allowed to step foot in the Forgotten Forest. It makes no sense that a small, human girl would have entered the Forest of Monsters. It never would have happened. This file was wrong. Not even the files could be trusted.

Truth does not seem to exist. I can only trust myself and even then that seems to be sketchy. Maybe if I kept a secret journal with information in it, I could at least trust that.

Or Cleo! Maybe the Lupine' family could be trusted. I will think about it, maybe they could even help me find the killer? They could turn on me and turn me in, leaving me and my family in exile. My parents may have lied, but they will always be my family.

My walk to Cleo's let me know exactly what my mom had meant. Benches were flipped, signs were on the ground, and cars and houses were trashed, It was like I had stepped into a different world. Instead of the plain peaceful quiet neighborhood, I grew up in, I was in a dump filled with noise. The air tinged with energy of some kind, making it heavy, and offputting. This isn't where I grew up. What happened to this place?

I awkwardly walked passed a giant fight in the middle of the street. "What are you looking at?" Someone hollers at me. I scurried along quickly, starting at the ground and the rest of the way to her house. I hoped if I didn't look up no one would drag me into any of it.

A few knocks on the door and Cash slowly opens it. "Hey, April right?"

"Aura, are-ah," I reply in annoyance. "Where's Clementine?" I say as I push my way passed him.

With a shrug, he walks away and plops down on the couch. "Not here."

"Okay, well I'm just going to go to her room and wait until she gets back." I squint at him as he plops his legs up on the table. "Isn't that rude?" I question as I shut the door behind me.

"Isn't pushing passed someone into their house or inviting yourself into someone's room rude?" His indifferent tone and attitude irritated me to no end.

"Cleo said I could."

"Well, I say you can't."

"I do not like you, so why would I bother to listen to you?" My blunt attitude surprises me but seemingly entertains him.

"Only me and Raison are home. He's busy cheering up some crying girl or something. Even though I don't think anyone from her family," his face scrunches up at the word, "is allowed in this house."

"So?"

"So I make the rules." He gets up slowly and walks away, "Follow me, Little A." My feet stay firmly planted where they're at. "Walk," he demands without looking back at me, "or I will just throw you over my shoulder." He continues walking away as if truly thinking I would follow him.

"No."

He shrugs and swiftly turns around. Gliding his way towards me with no emotion, as I stare at him blankly. He may be one of the most intimidating people I have ever seen, but I refuse to let him know that. With no hesitation, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

"Put me down," I demand. Without answering, he resumes walking. "I'm serious, but me down." No response. "I will start hitting you if you do not put me down." Still no response. "Put! Me! Down!" I slam my fists into his back with each word. Heat fills my veins and I feel my face start to turn bright red. Thankfully he can't see my face. Once again the only response he gives me is the sound of his feet hitting the floor beneath us. One of the things that upset me the fastest is when people do not respond when I talk to them, so I lose it. My fists beat down on his back as fast and as hard as they can, as I repeatedly demanded he put me down.