My Guardian Angel (My Angel #1)

Chapter 7- The Council

Calla's POV

I woke up in a strange bed, wrapped in blankets galore. The bed was warm and the room was dark. I felt something wrapped around my waist... An... Arm!? Two arms!?

My head... Is lying on a chest..!!?

Oh shit.

Then it all came back to me. Sammy. Evander. Sammy...

I look at the clock on his bedside table and see that it's 6:15. Hm... I still have time, I'll just have to take off a few laps. I quickly untangle myself from Ethan and realize that I'm not wearing a shirt and my silk pj shorts are a tad see through and very short.

Whoops.

Whatever, now he knows what he's missing.

I quickly pop on some spandex and nike tennis shoes, then I run downstairs, not bothering to change into a new sports bra. Then I imagine an athletic wrist watch with an alarm set for 7:00 a.m. and I'm off.

The whole time I'm running my laps, my thoughts are clouded. All I can think about is poor little Sammy. I need to know what happened to him.

I stop when my alarm goes off, and trudge back into the house. I hop onto the kitchen counter and catch my breath as I sip cool water from a light blue colored glass.

Everything in this house is so modern...

I decide that I'll make Evander help with dishes after breakfast and interrogate him then.

I set my glass in the sink and walk slowly up the stairs. I know it's weird, but I am terrified to go into my room when all I can think about are the events from last night.

I reach my closed door. I stare at the white door with a long silver handle for a few moments. The handle seems to be taunting me... As if it knows something I don't.

What the fuck? I'm going crazy.

I jerk the handle down and storm into my room. I quickly, but quietly, close the door and plop down onto my yoga mat. I do a viscous workout until 7:40 and then I decide I smell awful and go for my usual shower.

In the shower, I realize that Sammy is gone. That he's not coming back. Evander had told me a little bit about how when the boys solve their problems from their old life, they move on. I know that Sammy's in heaven now, probably waiting to be reincarnated.

I'm never going to see him again. That much is clear to me. He was like my own child, and it killed me to think that he went through all of that just to get a new family, and lose it all over again.

I let the shower run over my body as I wash the soap off my body, and scrub the vanilla conditioner out of my hair. Slowly, but surely, the tears come. I let the sobs rack my body as I breath painfully and cry loudly. Dammit. I thought I was done losing people that I cared about. This is why I shouldn't care. Why I'm not allowed to care.

I drag myself out of the shower and magically dry myself off as I dress in high waisted denim shorts, a pale purple tank top tucked into them, and a tan cardigan that stops past my elbows and flows to my knees. I slip on the new tan combat boots and make my brown hair fall in curls to my mid back.

A quick glance at the wrist watch currently lying on the bathroom counter tells me it's 8:02. Damn you, tears. Now I'm going to have to rush breakfast.

I crack 20 eggs into a bowl, and start shoving bread into the two large toasters sitting next to me as I stir. I run around, scrambling eggs whilst I set the table and set three pans on the stove to fry 30 prices of bacon. I use the last opening and set a very large pan down to cook the eggs. I finally have a second to bring the butter and all the jellies and set them in the table. I pull out the toast and place the 14 slices of bread on a large plate and set it down next to the jellies, then I go to fix up the bacon, and before you know it, in setting the very large plate of bacon next to the eggs I the table, and start to pull out the pitchers of milk, water, and juice. Over the past two weeks I have t down to a system and know where each boy sits and what they want to drink. I stifle a tear as I pass Danny's empty spot.