Escape His World (H.S 1D)

Chapter 24: Facing Heaven

Angela's POV

I couldn't pry my eyes away from the lights. The comforting, yet painfully bright lights. I reached out for my Dad's hand. I could feel his warmth and kindness. I closed my eyes as our hands were about to touch. "ANGELA" a distinct British voice yelled out. My eyes sprung open. But it was too late. My father had grasped my hand tightly. Tempting me, and dragging me away to the unknown, that didn't seem as great as it did a mere 30 seconds ago. My idle hand was grasped by a warm one. Harry's hair was blowing in the forceful winds my father had created. His forehead was sweating. "I promised I wouldn't let you go Angela. And I intend to keep that promise." Harry yelled, but it was merely a faint whisper of air against my ear as I felt myself slipping into my father's world. I tried fighting, but the fight in me was fading. My father's face appeared in my vision. Thats when I realized I hadn't been chasing my father down.I had been chasing familiarity. Comfort. I had been searching for my "always". My father was there for me, all the time. I had been trying to find that assurance again. I felt my energy once again filling me up.

Harry's POV

I held her to me, gathering her limp body to my own body. She was so cold. Trying to warm her up I rubbed her arms with my large hands. "Come on Angela. You're my Always....please." I whispered into her ear. I don't know what compelled me to say that. But something about the word always. It was a promise. I was promising her something that I didn't even understand. I saw her eyes moving frantically under her eyelids.

She was listening to me.

"Come on Angela. Come back to me. I know I've asked that too many times since we've met, but please please come back to me." I whispered into her hair.

"She's not coming back to you." A woman's voice stated confidently. I looked up and saw her. Angela's mother....she held her head high and looked down upon my crouched form, her gaze falling upon angela's head on my lap.

"W-what can I-I do?" I asked shakily. For a second, it was as if she looked right through me. Her unwavering gaze held pain and sorrow in them.

"I regret not being able to know her better. Tell me, does she grow up to be something worth saving?" For once, I could see slight emotion shining through her face.

"Yes! She has been kind, loving and accepting not only to me and my past, but to Louis and Liam. Go knows what thatson of a bitch has done to hurt her, but somehow she had thepower to forgive. I don't just admire your daughter Mrs. Tamzes, I truly, madly, deeply love her." I spilled out with as much earnesty I could muster. She sighed.

"Very well. I wish I had the power to save her weeks ago, but this is what stopped me." Her eyes flicked back to Angela. "We don't have much time." She said quickly. "If Angela is who you say she is, that wonderful woman you portrayed in your words, then I will try....I will try to save her."

Nobody's POV

I watched him hold her as she slowly drifted away.

Perfect. Perfect.

I raised my hand slightly, shifting the suit cuffs, ready to make my appearance. This would be fun. Straightening my suit jacket and beckoning behind me, I finally revealed myself from the dark shadows. I was gonna make this a hell of a lot more dramatic because come on, who would miss an oppurtunity to surprise your only son?

Quick A/N: GASP! Have you guys figured it out? Anyway lets continue.

I revealed myself but my idiot of a "son" couldn't pry his eyes away from that slut. When his eyes finall fixated on my, I watched confusion, then anger surge through his eyes.

Yes. Finally. Anger.

But that anger quickly turned to fear as he saw IT behind me. The monster. My own version of Satan was at my disposal.

Harry's POV

"What the actual fuck are you doing here." I growled. Carefully laying Angela down and praying that I could buy enough time.

"Just being a supportive father." My dad said calmly, making his way slowly over to us, to Angela.

"When the hell have I ever needed a supportive father." I sneered at him, disgust clear in my voice.

"Since I made your life hell." My father grinned. And for the first time, I could see the physchotic bastard hiding behind the ironed suit and tie. The son of a bitch standing in front of me was responsible for this. For hurting her. For hurting us. I could feel the click of his shoes against the floor. He was within arm distance of us. I quickly shielded Angela's limp body with mine. He would NOT touch her. Not if I could help it.

My dad rolled his eyes. "Oh please son. Lets not be stupid." He waved his hand and the beast lunged at me, grabbing my arms and throwing me against the wall, away from her. With my blurry vision I saw him crouch next to Angela. I saw him carress her pale cheek.

"Why do this?" I asked weakly, my voice straining.

"Oh Harry its simple really. The man who has been harrassing Angela, is not her father. You and i have a connection to that family that you will never understand." He said mysteriously. My head was swimming with all the memories, all the facts from the past few months floating around my brain. But I was tired. Tired of all this bullshit with my father. Tired of all these threats from Angela's "Dad". I was exhausted. But the anger inside of me tookover. And it consumed me the minute I saw him lift Angela up and carry her away from me.

"Sto-" I was cut off when the monster picked me up like I was nothing. Slinging me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. With my remaining strength I looked up to see a shimmer of Angela's mother's silhouette giving me a quick nod and a small smile.

I did everything I could she mouthed to me before her very existance disappeared.

Author's Note: DON'T HURT ME! I KNOW IT WAS A BAD CHAPTER. I still love you guy though! I know its not my best but please vote, share and tell me what you guys think!