I'm Your Angel

Chapter Three

8:57 p.m

"Don't come looking for me, angel face."

His last words were on repeat over and over. It has been hours since he told me, but they still sounded perfectly in my head. Why was I even thinking about him, when I don't even know his name? His sentence made me want to go find him again. There was something about him that made me attracted to him. As if there was an invisible string attached, pulling me to him. I needed to stop thinking about him. He had my feelings all messed up.

I had climbed on my roof about half an hour ago, and hadn't gotten down since. I enjoyed watching the sunset, and plus it was a nice place to think about everything that was going on. The breeze was cool, despite it being the end of May. The sky was darkening, and the sun was going to sleep. I planned on staying there until the stars came out to play. I loved searching for shooting stars. I'd always wish for the same thing over and over: my mom.

I sighed, looking down at the street, down the neighborhood. People were home, their lights barely visible. Barely any movement, barely anything. I always wondered how it would of been if the economy didn't crash. Ever since it went down, like the stock market crash, nothing was the same. The minimum wage jobs disappeared and all the workers went down in a dark hole. Some moved away, while others couldn't and stayed here. We didn't want to move, but my dad is an ass and won't find another job when he could. He's too caught up in gambling. I dropped school and decided to help him out. Which was a bad idea because I'm basically the one who works for the both of us. And I'm the daughter.

Laying down on the roof, I stared up into the sky. The stars were creeping in and I was lost. His words were in my head again for the, whatever time, that day. I rubbed my eyes, feeling so exhausted. My eyes slowly shut on me, and I dozed off.

9:36 p.m

"Maeven! You up there?"

My eyes flew open, to the sound of my fathers voice. "Yeah, I'm up here!" I replied, climbing back into my window, in my room. I lost my footing and fell on the floor.

"Damn it," I muttered, rubbing my elbow.

"I got dinner! Come down here," he said again.

I groaned, heading downstairs, but my stomach growled in response, realizing I hadn't ate since the morning. I made it to the living room, where my dad had Chinese take out, on the coffee table. I paused before going in.

"Come on, eat. I brought Chinese tonight," he said, putting a spoonful of rice in his mouth.

"Where did you get this?" I asked, walking over to the coffee table.

"I won something tonight, and I knew you liked Chinese, so I bought some."

We ate in silence, the tv signal going off and on again. These were the moments I loved my dad. When he seemed normal. Like a normal father figure. Not some gambler, who throws his life away and becomes a hobo on the street or in prison. He actually cared, when he was sober. And he actually won something, too.

"Thanks dad," I said, getting up.

He nodded and returned to the tv. I headed upstairs again. Before I opened my door, I felt something was off. My heart started racing again. Something definitely was off. I opened my door slowly, revealing a tall dark figure beside my window, blocking the moonlight. I held my breath and my voice caught in throat. I took a step forward, and the figure took off.

Like, took off, out my window.

I stood there confused, but then ran over my window. The figure was running down the street. My body was climbing out of the window, before my brain could think. I landed with a big thud on the ground. Getting up, I took off in a sprint towards the direction where the figure went. I didn't know what I was going to do if I did reach it.