I sit in the front seat of my car as Chase drives away from my house. Chase drives with his knee then rips off a piece of his shirt, he rolls the cloth up and looks at me. Im doing everything I can to keep my eyes open.
Chase threw me in the car, grabbed some of my things and medical things then we drove away. Chase reaches over and lifts my shirt up and presses the cloth against my wound. I gasps at the pain.
"Sorry." He mutters. "Put pressure on that." I out my hands where is were and. Push against my wound with the piece of his shirt. It's a thunderstorms get out side. The lightening lights up the car ever once in a while. I enjoy this weather, I think it's better than any kind of sunny day.
Chase pulling into a small motel. I've seen things like this in horror movies. No one makes it back. What was Chase even doing at my house in the first place? Why'd he save me?
"Are you planning on killing me?" I finally he asks. He cuts the engine and looks over at me.
"Sweetheart, I'm your guardian angel." He says with a sly grin. "Plus, why would I just save your ass to kill you?" He gets out before I can say anything. He walks around and grabs a backpack from the back of the car. I swing the door open and he's quickly there. He helps me out of the car.
"Thanks, angel." I say, looking up at him. He just smiles and shakes his head.
"Lean against the door." I do as he says. He reaches into the car and grabs a leather jacket. "Okay, you're going to have to act like you weren't just stabbed, act drunk." I nod He helps me put the jacket on. Its oversized but comfy.
"Is this yours?"
"Yeah." He zips up the front. "It looks better on you." He smiles down at me.
"That's a lie." He slips an arm around my waist and I wrap an arm around his neck.
"So, I know you've been drunk before, so act like you did the night of the party from a couple nights ago." I blush furiously.
"You were there?"
"I'm your guardian angel, I'm always with you." We walk about to the door. "Put your acting to good use." We walk in and I bursts into fits of giggles and mumble random things to Chase. We walk up to the front desk, getting a odd look from the guy whose behind the desk. "Can we get one room." The guy says the price and Chase throws some money on the desk.
"Is she... drunk?" The man asks.
"Yeah, we're on our honeymoon and went to this party... She got a bit carried away." The guy gives us a strange look.
"You guys look really young to be married..." He hands a key to Chase.
"I'm twenty, she's nineteen." He smirks. "Her dad didn't approve."
"Oh... well, congrats and keep the noise down tonight."
Chase grins. "We'll try our best." We move down the hallway and into a hallway full of doors. "How's your wound?"
"Mm, amazing." I say sarcastically. We come to a stop in front of a door. Chase slides the key in. He swings the door open and we walk in. He locks the door up as much as he can.
"I'll sleep on the couch if you-"
"No. We can share the bed." We walk over to the bed. "How good do you know me?"
"I know you more than your mom does." He shrugs the bag off and places it on the bed. He opens it and dumps out all the things.
"So... Uh... how long have you been my angel?"
"Ever since you were five and I was seven. We can choose when to stop aging and I stopped at eighteen. Now, if you were to be in Heaven or Hell for a while, you'd been able to get your angelic powers and heal fast."
"I'm angelic?" He nods.
"Lift your arms up." I do and he pulls my shirt off. I've never gotten undressed in front of a guy before. But he's my guardian angel. "You don't have to feel uncomfortable."
"Is my mom really Heavens angel?" He nods.
"She's actually gods daughter. And she does know what she is, but she didn't know who your father was at the time."
"Who is my father?"
"Satan. Lucifer. The Devil." So, I'm have angel, half Hellion. A mix of demon and angel. That's weird. Explains how my mother looks so beautiful, looks so angelic. "Its a lot to take in, but I'm not on either side, just to let you know." He sits me on the bed and kneels down in front of me, between my legs. Not awkward or anything. "This is going to hurt."
"How badly?" He dumps some alcohol into a cloth.
"Hold my hand." I slide my hand into his and our fingers intertwine. "On five. One. Two-" He puts the cloth on, causing me to gasps and squeeze his hand tightly from the pain. He looks up at me with a small smirk. "Its better not to be prepared for it."
"Would you rather be prepared for your death?"
"No."
"Very well then." Our hands are still together and I'm squeezing his very tightly. "So, you're a fallen angel from Heaven?" He buys his lip and nods. "Why?"
"They wanted you to have a new guardian angel, they knew that I was getting to... carried away with you. I fought back and then I betrayed them. My wings turned black and now I've been here with you."
"Why all of this? Why did you do that just because of me?" I inhales a sharp breath.
"Because you're not like the others. You're your own beautiful kind. Lucifer wants you because of what your capable of and Heaven wants you to keep you locked up." His hair is messy and damp from the rain, causing some of it to stick to his forehead. His eyes are a really dark blue.
