The Guardian Angel

Chapter-6: Leah

I was fuming. Raging. The bitch Rachel had to come and mess stuff up right now, didn't she? The smug look she'd given after the kiss made me want to smack it right off her face. Unfortunately, I'd been too busy picking my jaw off the floor. There'd be plenty of time for it later though.

I slapped Stephen's hand away for the hundredth time as it neared me. God, the guy gave no break.

"I was reaching for the goddamn gear, Leah!" He growled, shifting the gear a bit harder than necessary.

Should I say oops? No, the guy crossed his line too. We wouldn't even have Rachel tag along with us if he hadn't tried to go all hulk on James, the stupid gorilla. No, I won't insult them gorillas. They're nice creatures. To look at anyway, being inside with them would probably be another story altogether.

Rachel pissed me off. Sure, I won't even deny that a reason is her obvious attraction to James. But I also didn't trust her. I knew she was hiding something. I was still confused about this entire death thing. I might have to squeeze it out of James later.

Squeeze it out of him, huh? Shut up, shut up, shut up. When'd you get out of Tartarus?

Isn't that hard. It's your imagination, not like it's an inescapable prison. Bitch.

You do realize I am you— Mother fu— Okay, okay, I'm going.

James has a lot to answer when we are alone and I'll make ensure that we are. If James didn't want me, that's a different thing but I wasn't going to sit and watch while Rachel tries to trample all over me to get him.

Rays of sunlight had started to scatter across the sky, lighting up the dark desert. James was still completely out of it and as I glanced back to notice Rachel's hand on his, another wave of fury engulfed me. I had to take deep breaths and calm myself down before I pounced on her. Now wasn't the time for it. She wasn't the person I had to strike at.

It was about a six-hour drive and we had already reached Phoenix. What were we going to do now? A part of me did agree with Rachel when she said we must face whoever was after us. It didn't make sense in running forever. But now that we had decided to, what were we to do? Brute force wasn't the way to go about it. At least, I didn't think so. Though it had gotten us out of all situations so far.

Thinking of all this, a dull ache started at the back of my eyes. I massaged my temple, still pondering. Go about it? Had I forgotten they were my parents? Were they ever my parents? Now that we know whoever lived in that burnt house wasn't my parents, was my father actually my dad?

The car coming to a stop made me jolt out of my thoughts. I realized we were in front of a large hotel. Stephen shifted the gear into first before applying the handbrake. He rubbed a hand over his face, messing his hair up. Guilt snaked its way through me. We were using him like he was a driver, when in fact he was here only for me. It made me feel bad.

"I need some rest." He commented, his eyes to the front. I nodded, knowing he could see me. I turned to see James still out of it. Rachel was looking out at the hotel. She had been extremely quiet during the journey and I wondered if she'd fallen asleep. I doubted it.

Jessica.... Was drooling all over the seat. At least the color had returned to her cheeks. I'd been worried the blood had left her face forever after yesterday.

Stephen got out of the car, tossing it to the valet. I too got out, making my way around the car before opening James' door. I lightly shook him awake and watched as his eyes shot open and swiveled to the left, where the hotel was before holding mine again. He visibly calmed down after a moment. God knows what was running through his head.