All Angel, No Wings

Chapter Thirteen

"Love is patient, so wait it out." ~ Source Unknown

Sammy felt an uneasy protest in his gut as he laid down on the couch after the big occurrence. He couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it. It just wasn’t possible. How do two people go from talking, to ripping out hearts? Was it even possible to rip out someone’s heart?

            That was stupid, of course it wasn’t. Whatever Nathan was, or wasn’t, Sammy didn’t want to know, love, or be a part of.

            Bile rose in his throat as the minutes earlier scene flashed before his eyes. When he ordered himself not to think about it, the images flashed more quickly. Nathan finding him under the bench, shoving him into a tree. Nathan ushering Sammy home, happily proclaimed his boyfriend. Nathan arguing with Katrina. Katrina’s lifeless body twitching as the life faded from her eyes.

            He choked the bile down, as bad as it was to do so. No, it was just a nightmare. Soon, he’d wake up screaming on that very same couch, Katrina and Nathan hovered over him worriedly. Yeah, that’s it. It was just a twisted dream.

            Reality sunk in, and Sammy’s breath came out in short, wheezing, gasps. It was no dream. Katrina was dead, no, murdered. Killed by the one Sammy loved, the one he’d do anything for.

            Correction: Would’ve done anything for. That was before, this is now. Sammy wouldn’t jump off a cliff to save that monster. At least that’s what he told himself. What his heart was screaming was a far different tune, so loud that Sammy couldn’t hear it.

            He couldn’t stay in that house with a killer, he decided at last. So, without fear, he leapt off of the couch and through what he thought was the front door… but it led into the kitchen. Huh, wasn’t the door out adjacent to the couch? Sammy looked around, bewildered. He had no idea what was happening, but that earlier feeling of sickness in the pit of his stomach rose again.

            “Don’t be stupid.” A voice behind him spoke. Sammy froze in fear. There could only be one being with a voice that melodic and velvety. He didn’t move to look – rather couldn’t – because of the fear drilling him where he stood. The figure took nervous steps until he was right in front of Sammy. Still, he kept his head down. “Sammy, look at me.” Nathan pleaded, caressing Sammy’s soul with the sound of himself talking.

            He obeyed without a thought. “What are you doing?”

            Nathan laughed harshly, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

            “I guess.”

            “You guess?”

            Sammy’s throat went dry, “Yeah.” Then he looked around, and they were in Nathan’s bedroom. Funny, Sammy didn’t remember walking.

            “Oh, don’t be so daft.” Sammy’s head shot up to the boy. He had no idea what daft meant, but by Nathan’s teasing tone, it was most likely an insult. He never got a chance to ask, “You aren’t in the house anymore.”

            “No?” Sammy cocked a hip, “Then where am I?”

            Nathan appeared to think, “Nowhere, everywhere. Wherever you please to be.”

            Sammy sneered, “Not with you.”

            “Sammy, I…”