Everlasting

Chapter 2

"Are you ok? Has anything happened? Any boyfriends? What's been going on?"

"Heather, I'm fine. Nothing much has happened, I definitely have no boyfriend, and like I just said, nothing has appended nor has anything been going on. We both know I'm completely fine."

"You're my little girl, Angela. I haven't seen you in a few weeks. I still need to take care of you."

Mrs. Heather (I now call her Heather since I have moved out from the orphanage) kept her hands on my face as she looked at me in the eyes. Her face grew tender as she smiled.

"And I need to still take care of you. So don't worry about me," I smiled, grabbing her hands and then sitting down on the couch alongside her.

"Are the girls coming?" She said.

"Who? Amanda and Teegan? I believe so," I said.

"I miss those two," She said.

"I do too," I said, sympathetically.

Amanda, Teegan, and I all lived in separate apartments. I happened to live   down the street from Heather, only because I feel like I need to be there for her.

A lot of the girls at the orphanage were fifteen and up, so they had all moved or had been adopted. Teegan and Amanda stayed at foster homes months at a time, but I stayed with Heather.

Amanda lived about forty five minutes away from me, and Teegan maybe thirty. Sure, the distances are a bit long to drive, but we try to see each other as much as possible.

Heather smiled at me yet again. "At least they come whenever asked," She said.

"And that I am very happy about. Coffee?" I asked as I jumped up and began to walk into the kitchen.

"Yes please! Black," She said loudly.

I had gotten to mugs out before I heard the door open and slam shut.

"Sorry I'm late! It's raining buckets out there. Hi, Heather. Seems like you're doing quite well."

I heard Amanda's recognizable voice as I put the first coffee pod into the Keurig.

"I am."

"Is Amanda here?"

"Kitchen."

I continued making coffee as I heard her walk in.

"Hi!" She said, picking me up from behind and hugging me like usual.

"Hi," I said, as she set me down.

"Whatcha making?"

"Coffee. Want some?"

"I'd rather have tea," she smiled.

"Geez, Amanda. Why do you have to be so difficult?" I playfully said as I searched the cabinets for a tea pod.

"Because why not?" she said, getting her phone out and leaning against the counter. I rolled my eyes and grabbed Heather's coffee.

"Here you are," I said, handing the small mug to her.

"Thank you," She said, and I darted my eyes to the door as I heard it open.

"Teegan!" I smiled, walking over and hugging to her.

"Whoa, you're soaked." I said,  quickly letting go. She sighed.

"It's raining like crazy," She said, as she walked in fully.

"You must want some coffee too, then," I smiled. She nodded.

"Yes please."

"Well, you stay with Heather and me and Amanda will get something to eat and grab you a cup of coffee," I said, walking back into the kitchen. I then heard Teegan and Heather start a conversation.

"Has anything happened?" Amanda asked me as she switched off her phone and tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. I handed her her mug of tea and began making my own.

"I'm followed constantly. What do you think?"

"What happened this time?"

"Nothing horrible. One of the men following me threw a knife at my back, and-"

"They WHAT?!" Mandy shrieked, setting her mug down harshly. A bit of the tea sloshed out of the cup and onto the counter.

"Lower your voice, would you? I don't want Heather hearing this!" I scolded. Mandy sighed, and I continued.

"They threw the knife at my back but I dodged it. It skimmed my back so I have a small scratch."

Amanda raised her eyebrow.

"Last time you said it was a small scratch, I checked and it was a deep, open wound," She said.

"I promise it's small. Look," I said, raising my shirt up a bit so she could see the small scrape under my ribcage.

"Angela! That's huge!"

"No it's not."

"It's at least six inches long."

"From what I've been through, a six inch long scrape is better than a three inch deep wound," I said. She rose her eyebrow again.

"You're right," She sighed. "I just don't know why they do this to you."

"Because they know who I am and what I look like. They know I'm immortal, and they want to know why," I said.

"What's the big deal about being immortal, though? I mean, the only thing about being immortal is that you don't die, that's it. I don't see how-"

I cut Amanda off by giving her a look. She stopped talking and paused for a second.

"Ok yeah I do see why being immortal is a big deal," She said.

"Mhmm," I said, sipping my coffee.

"What are you girls talking about?" Heather asked as she entered the kitchen.

"Why people keep chasing down-"

"Amanda!" I said, cutting her off once again.

"What?" Heather asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Nice," I said, looking at Amanda.

"Sorry," She frowned.

"I... I was followed again yesterday."

Heather's eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth to talk.

"But, look. I only got a scratch. I'm ok," I said, showing her. At that moment, Teegan walked in, and noticed the scar.

"At least it's not a three inch deep wound," She simply stated. I looked at Amanda.

"See!" I said. Amanda rolled her eyes.

"Angela, you need to learn to be more careful. Watch your back at all times. Get a gun, or a pocket knife at least," Heather said.

"Oh, Angela doesn't believe in pocket knives. She questions me every time I bring one with me," Amanda coldly said as she looked at me.

"Hey, I don't like hurting people. YOU-" I said, poking her chest.

"Need to take more care of yourself than of me. I'm about to turn twenty. I'm not three anymore," I finished. Amanda looked at me for a moment before she sighed.

"I still want to protect you," She said.

"Same," Teegan said, getting serious.

"What did I just tell you a few minutes ago?" Heather questioned, grabbing both of my hands. I sighed.

"That I'm still your little girl, no matter what," I mumbled.

"That's what I thought. I want you be more careful, watch your back, get a weapon, and protect yourself," Heather said, letting go of my hands.

"Now, how does more coffee sound?"