•His Angel•

Chapter 35

*Amaras POV*

-Nervous-

"We're here" Lucianto says tapping my shoulder, he kisses my cheek, I sit straight up, "Hmm? Yup, yeah okay"

He laughs a little, "Did you hear what I said?" He asks skeptically. I think he knew that I didn't but he wanted to see if I would tell him or not.

I obviously can't lie to him, "No, sorry not really" I say laughing with a nervous smile, he sighs before speaking again, "I said we're here."

"Oh, sorry" I then was going to apologize again, it was as if I said sorry too much and I was afraid to antagonize him, yet he wasn't mad so I assumed it was okay.

We were at a place, that was beautiful, the sky looked pretty, and the sun hadn't started to set yet but I was 4 so it will soon set.

I got out of the car, it was amazing, it was the prettiest green grass ever, and below was the ocean, I had never been to the ocean before. Being here felt like an actual dream, like it wasn't real and someone needed to pinch me.

But if this is a dream please don't wake me.

Lucianto's hand came to my lower back, he gently guided me to the center of the grass and sat down with me.

With him I always appreciated the little things with him, every time he touched me he acted as if I was the most valuable thing, like a porcelain doll almost. I sort of know he would never hurt me but I can't help but feel bad whenever he goes to touch my face I flinch a little bit.

I'm not used to having someone's hand come near me to not hit or shove me so it's odd. I've always been treated like a disease that needs to be killed or pushed away, not like something valuable and fragile.

"Do you like it" His voice pierced my thoughts, pulling me back here, "Yeah it's so beautiful, I love it." I said looking at the water, I loved the way it looked, effortlessly beautiful it was, the crystalline water, the sea was calm the waves moving rhythmicly and and breathing with peace and cadence.

"Have you been to any other oceans?" I sighed, "This is my first time being to one, I've never been." Not much to my surprise his eyebrows furrowed a bit, "Yeah..weird huh" I used to not think it was weird to have not been here but I guess it is.

"My mother always told me that she would take me to an ocean one day but, she couldn't. I'm not sure she would have been able to if she had the freedom to, she didn't have a car, not an ID, she had nothing, not even a bit of money."

It irked me knowing that my father was out there somewhere enjoying himself, shamelessly after the way he tortured me, and worst of all took my mother away from me.

But I could be wrong, he could be passed out on the couch drunk and leaving his porn on replay.

What a slob.

I hate him.

"What was that?" I quickly looked to him, "Nothing" Oh he knew good and well I was lying, his gaze pierced me, sending holes through the back of my head, "Try again" He said nodding his head. I'm not the best liar.

"I was just talking about my father." The words rolled off my tongue, it felt like venom, something poisonous in my mouth when I had to call that THING my father.