Whispers on the Wind

Chapter Eleven: Love and Lies

I cringed as I watched Dawn clean Amaya's back. She gripped the blanket beneath her with so much intensity I thought it might tear. She had wings, flippin angel wings. Why had I been sent to hunt an angel when I was the mistake that should've been in danger? Nothing made any sense.

"Hey, angel lady," Amaya said, her voice low, almost a growl.

"Evangeline," I corrected. "I–I am not an angel."

Looking up at me with a dorky smile on her face, Amaya pushed herself up on her arms. "You'll always be my little angel." She winked.

Warmth flooded my face and my heart sped up in my chest. What was this I was feeling? Why did the room feel so hot? I fanned myself a little bit and started pacing to make a breeze around me.

"Hey, can you hold my hand?" Amaya asked, her voice softer, pleading.

"Hold your hand? Whatever for?"

"Moral support and distraction, this shit really hurts."

I knelt down in front of the bed, taking her hand in mine. Sparks of a sharp pain traveled up my arm and I yanked it back. "Hey!"

Amaya laughed, holding up a small button on her palm. "Got you."

"So why am I still here? To watch you two make goo goo eyes at each other?" Seth asked with a huff as he fell into a chair across the room. It was a nicely cushioned chair that looked rather comfortable. "I can't stand the sight of blood." He squeezed his eyes shut. "Just give me my money so I can go."

Dawn sighed. "It's not that simple. You know about the existence of several beings that aren't supposed to exist. What if you report us?"

Seth sat upright and stared at Dawn straight on. "Are you saying I'm not allowed to leave? I got a life you know, have a mom."

"Your mom won't miss you, gay boy," Dawn spat as he yanked one of Amaya's wings to the side.

"Ow! Easy! I'm not numb, you know, don't act like I am," Amaya cried as she winced and grabbed my hand with her other hand. She held to me tightly. "Why are we keeping Seth? He makes me want to gouge my eyes out."

"Gee thanks, wish you would, want a spoon?" Seth spat as he sunk down into the seat. "What am I supposed to do? Just promise I won't say anything? What will make you let me go?"

"Right now, we need to keep everyone who knows together until we can figure out where to go from here." Dawn started wrapping bandages around Amaya's back.

Amaya clenched her hand tighter around mine, almost so much so that it hurt. "Fuck." Laying her face down on the bed, she screamed into it. Her dark curls flopped forward. With the way they sat, the temptation to run my hands through them was high.

What would it hurt really if I did? Was it a crime to touch hair? I gently pulled my fingers through her hair. It was as soft as I'd expected it to be, perhaps even softer, and it smelled nice.

Amaya moved her head to the side and looked at me with one eye while the other remained covered with hair. "Are you rubbing my head?"

"No, I wanted to know if your hair was soft–would it help you feel better if I rubbed your head?" I asked softly. Did this mean something different in her culture? I had snuggled many friends and rubbed their heads with no other intentions when they were sad. If someone was hurting or feeling bad, why not do something to help them feel better? It was the best thing to do when you cared about something, right?

The way she examined me was intense, it stole my breath away. I couldn't look away when our eyes locked, Seth and Dawn's arguments faded to the back of my mind. Suddenly, where we touched grew warm, as if a spark floated between us.

Amaya's eyes softened and she relaxed her head into my touch. "I would feel much better, mommy."

"Mommy? I'm not your mother, are you hallucinating? Dawn–she may be worse than we think she is." I didn't know what to make of this. Was she delirious from blood loss? Was she going to die?

Dawn stared at me blank faced. "You don't understand much about earth do you?"

Even Seth had that same blank expression. "So it's true they keep angels innocent and chaste–"

"What are you talking about? I'm so confused," I said, flinging my arms around and not knowing what to make of anything. "Why is she calling me mommy? I'm not her mother!"

"It's sexual," Seth stated bluntly.

"Amaya wants to have sex with her mother? That's disgusting."

Dawn burst out laughing alongside Seth, while Amaya just stared at me dumbfounded.

"Are you being serious right now, Evangeline? Or are you fucking with me?" Amaya whispered, barely audible above the boys as they rolled around still laughing.

"I'm clearly not fucking with you, we both have cloths on and aren't touching each other in that way–unless holding hands is considered sex too?" My eyes went wide and I immediately let go of her hand. "Is hand sex a thing! Oh my wings, I just had sex with you by touching your hand. I'm going to hell cause we aren't married!"

"No! That's not a thing! Calm down!" Amaya cried as she got up and tried to pull me back to her, she tripped, pulling me down with her and pinning me beneath her.

Heat flooded my face. "Are you trying to have sex with me now? Cause I'm innocent? I fit your profile." Tears filled my eyes. "You're going to soil me."

"No!" Amaya immediately got up and pulled me to my feet. "I will never have sex with someone unless they want to. And you–you're too good for me Evageline, you could do so much better, I would never soil you." Straightening out her wings, Amaya's eyes grew serious. "I will do everything in my power to protect you from others who are like me." She grabbed my hands between her own. "I promise."

It was as if for a second the world faded into nothingness around us. All I could focus on was her dark eyes, her full lips, and heart shaped jawline. Feelings I had never known rose inside of me, making my entire body tingle in anticipation. I imagined for a moment our naked bodies intertwined, our hands searching each other, igniting every nerve ending with pleasure and pain.

Then she stepped away, breaking the moment, breaking the connection.

What was wrong with me? I pasted a smile on my face, not wanting to make her worry about the chaotic storm raging inside my mind. Amaya didn't have to do anything to condemn me, for my thoughts alone, I was going to hell.