Now if you actually thought this story was over, I'm sorry to inform you, it's not.
This is book Two, of Wake Up. And Wake Up holds a special place in my heart so I couldn't just leave it on such a unsatisfying ending.
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Damon Le'Odair...
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chapter seven O'Brother, My Brother
brother /braTHor/noun: brother; plural noun:brothers a man or boy in relation to other sons and daughters of his parents; a person who will forever be unbearably annoying but knows exactly how to make you laugh & smile; the only one who's allowed to make you cry b/e his teasing you or telling you how it is; will always stick up for you; beat someone up for you if needed; naturally toughens you up; always encourages you; forever there to help; his a superhero, a parter in crime & an ass all at the same time. synonyms: best friend for life
Waking up, Angel nearly threw her alarm clock across the room. She didn't want to go to school, even though she had good grades and good friends. It was just that classic teenage urge to hate school, no matter how well things were going.
"Hey, Angel? You up?" Elijah's voice broke through the morning haze as he barged into her room without knocking. "I could have been naked!" Angel shouted, tossing a pillow in his direction. It drove her nuts when he didn't knock; it was one of her biggest pet peeves. "Well, you aren't," he shot back, ignoring the pillow as he rummaged through her jewelry box.
Angel rolled her eyes, pulling herself up in bed. "Need help with anything?" Her tone was a mix of irritation and drowsiness, carrying just enough sass to make her annoyance clear. "I'm just looking for Jessie's ring. I think you might have taken it by accident," Elijah replied, his focus still on the jewelry box. Angel let out a dramatic sigh at the mention of Jessie who was Elijah's pretentious girlfriend. 'Whoever said that girls had to stick together could suck her dick', Angel thought bitterly. Girls could be downright mean, especially to other girls.
"Find it?" Angel asked as she got out of bed. Her wavy brown hair was slightly messy but not as messy as some days. Her shirt that she had stolen from their dad was baggy on her and she had on black loose shorts. "No, it's okay" Elijah sighed which made her think it wasn't as okay as he said. She watched him leave.
Angel couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy as she watched her brother walk out of her room. She knew how much Jessie meant to him, even if she thought the girl wasn't right for him. It wasn't just the way Jessie treated Angel—condescendingly, like she was an annoying little sister—but how she seemed to play with Elijah's feelings, always keeping him guessing.
Angel shook off her thoughts, trying not to dwell too much on the drama. She trudged to her dresser, grabbing a brush to tame her wild bedhead, and tossed her dad's shirt into the laundry basket. Today was just another day to get through, but Elijah's unease lingered in her mind.
Downstairs, the usual morning chaos unfolded. Their mom, Sarah, was bustling around the kitchen, trying to get breakfast together. Elijah was at the counter, idly poking at a piece of toast, looking lost in his thoughts. It wasn't like him—he was usually the life of the morning, cracking jokes or playfully teasing Angel about how long she took to get ready.
