All Angel, No Wings

All Angel, No Wings (12)

Chapter Twelve

       "I should have been more careful. I was blinded by your halo, so I never noticed the horns."

Source Unknown

   Sammy didn’t really have to use the bathroom, but Nathan and Katrina looked like they had some issues to work out, and Sammy had no personal right to interfere with it. But what was the reason, and why were they all so serious? Katrina’d even swore…twice! What had happened in the time that Sammy was “missing?”

            He entered the near – empty house, scattered with random moving boxes. No, more than that. Scattered with moving boxes, items of this and that strewn around the floor, and one very lonely couch. Sammy couldn’t help but notice how out of place the couch looked. It was peculiar, very trendy to have a leather couch, yes, but odd. One couch, nothing else. No lamps, no light, no tables, no television, nothing. Just moving boxes. It left an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he brushed it away and sat down on the brown leather, it sinking with his light weight.

            Yelling from out back graced his eardrums as bile rose in his throat. He didn’t handle fights well, arguments of any kind. He sighed, aggravated that they were even fighting in the first place. Bored, with nothing but the argument to accompany him, he decided to think.

            The only thing he was really stuck on is what his two friends were fighting about.

            That brought a new onslaught of questions and unanswered truths rushing into his skull. Were he and Nathan an item now, a couple per say? Sammy doubted they were friends any longer, and friends with benefits he would never agree to, no matter how much he liked the person. He believed he was innocent and serious, in all areas of his life, his love life no different. He thought things as sacred as sex were reserved for marriage.

            Maybe Nathan would change that?

            Sammy didn’t believe that Nathan, now assumed as his boyfriend, could change his views. But what if he did? Or tried to? Sammy wasn’t up for saying no and following the rules any longer. He just wanted to let free. If Nathan asked, what would Sammy say? Granted he was thinking ahead of the game, but this was all new to him. He’d never thought of boys like that before, hell, never thought of anyone like that before. He never kissed anyone, never swore. And most certainly never did anything with a person he had known only four days.

            It seemed like longer, probably why Sammy was so caught up on the subject. He knew he wasn’t ready to lose his virginity. Was Nathan even worth it? Sammy didn’t dwell on that long. He smiled to himself in secrecy; not knowing why, but feeling the need to.

            The smile dropped as quickly as it had come when he heard a cry of surprise mixed with agony coming from out back, followed by dead silence. Sammy gasped as he recognized Nathan’s masculine cry. He became afraid at the silenced voices, worried something might’ve happened, like a physical fight. Nathan wouldn’t hit a girl, no, but what was stopping Katrina?

            He heard a loud thud, and he decided to find out what was happening after all. So he followed the muffled sounds with a rigid back and a sense of wary. The sounds grew insanely loud as he entered what he guessed to be Nathan’s bedroom. All that was in the room itself was a bed, a bedside table, and a lamp. But Sammy didn’t care much about décor at that moment. He had to make sure both of his friends were okay and in one piece…or pieces.

            He practically sprinted to the window, ripping back the heavy, black, curtain slowly.

            Just in time to see Nathan rip Katrina’s heart out.