Seeking Him

Chapter Fourteen

Camille POV

I arrived at the hospital to find my Mom was in room 208. She was awake when I entered, just staring at the wall.

"He's dead, isn't he?" She asks.

"Yes Mom, but at least you're not," I say. "You have another chance to do things right."

She broke down and cried. I guess she did love him. I thought it was all about drugs but what do I know?

"All thanks to that angel of yours," she says. "He saved my life. If he hadn't come when he did, I'd be dead. That's all I keep thinking about. Who was he?"

"He's one of my mates, Mom. He's a twin. You met them before or at least saw them," I say. "His name is Gabriel."

"He was named appropriately. He's an angel," she says, laying back and closing her eyes. "I'm going to rehab, babygirl. I imagine it will take me a while to get well again. I'm so sorry."

"All I want is for you to get better. That's all I ever wanted for you " I say.

"I'm not feeling well. You should go," she says. "I don't want you seeing me like this."

"Okay Mom. Feel better," I say, moving her hair out of her face. She knocks my hand away.

When I get into the car, I cry. I hope and pray that she gets well, but I have my doubts. She's been to rehab a handful of times and nothing's changed. I guess I just have to think positively.

I wiped my eyes and headed back home. Once there, Gabriel made me breakfast and sat with me picking at my fruit salad.

"How is she doing?" He asks.

"I think she's feeling her mortality. She kept talking about you. She thinks you're an angel," I say, kissing him. "She says she's going to rehab."

"That's not the first time I heard that. Usually it's for my unnatural strength," he says.

"I would think it was for your unnatural good looks," I say, kissing him again.

"Has she tried rehab before?" He asks.

"Yeah. Five times. I'm trying to be positive," I say.

"Has she overdosed before?" He asks.

"Once. About three years ago. She went to rehab then but it only lasted three months," I say. "Now the one who always drags her down is gone. Maybe that will be the difference."

"That's a little cold," he says.

"So was giving that shit to my mother," I say. "She could have died."

"Touché," he says, then takes a bite of my toast.

"You know what I think we should have tonight? Some chili. I better get the ingredients," I say.

"Okay. I'll join you," he says.

"I think I want to be alone for a while. No offense. I just need to think," I say.

"I'm not offended. I get it. Be safe," he says.

I grab his keys and head to the store. I pick up some peppers, onions, ground beef, etc.
I think I have all the spices but I pick up some oregano just in case. I head to the check out and that's when I see him.

He's hanging out by the produce looking right at me. I start to panic. I put my food on the conveyor belt and try to ignore him. I pull out my cell and call Gabriel.

"Everything okay?" He answers.

"No. He's here," I say. "He's just staring at me."

"You think he followed us?" He asks. "Should I get in your mother's car and meet you?"