The Secrets of the Angels

The World is a very Cruel Place

I'M SOO SOO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I know that there's not an acceptable excuse for not updating when I said that I was going too but my life is complicated. I broke up with my boyfriend who I had been dating for a year & a half on my birthday because he refused to spend my birthday with me and didn't say I love you back when I called him that night because I wanted to hear his voice sing I hadn't seen him in like two weeks.. even though I said it three times. I thought we lost connection so I asked him if he could hear me and he said yes. Needless to say I was heartbroken.

School started two weeks ago and this girl who hates me for reasons unknown is telling people that I told her to kill herself. I haven't talked to her in two years... and I have no classes with her.

Suicide is a very serious thing and should not be taken lightly. I, myself, am a survivor. The fact that this girl is saying this just to get me in trouble and to get attention disgust me. May the Lord forgive her for this sin because he know that I, as well as all suicide victims and/or survivors won't.

The song at the top/side is "Warrior" by Demi Lovato.

I'll try to update tomorrow but this chapter is extra long just for you guys! :)

Thank you soooo much for over 100 reads! It means a lot! Even if it's a small number. :)

Enjoy!

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"Jackson, I don't see why you wouldn't let me pay for the kids and my clothes!" I exclaimed angrily, buckling myself in as he reversed. After we left Jane's we stopped to get take out and Jackson decided to go shopping without letting me pay a dime for anything. Currently we have arrived in Montana and according to Jackson we are close to the cottage.

"Love, it's just clothes. You act as if I spent thousands of dollars." Jackson said in a calm monotone voice.

I stared at him. " You did! You spent almost two-thousand dollars on just clothes! That's not including our other necessities, or groceries! The least you could have done is let me pay for my own clothes. It's not like I'll ever need the money. I'm not even going to be able to go to college." I muttered that last bit sadly.

Jackson glanced at me. "What do you mean you won't be able to go to college? We won't be hiding forever."

I let out a bitter laugh. "What college is going to accept me with a criminal record? I already accepted this. Which is why you should have let me pay for my own clothes."

I saw Jackson's grip on the steering wheel tighten. His jaw was locked and his whole body screamed tense.

"Anna, I will figure out a way out of this mess okay? You will get the future you've always imagined."

I smiled at him faintly. "Thank you, but even if we did manage to clear my name I'm not sure any colleges will accept me."

"Love, I've looked at your files. You're a straight A student. You've never gotten anything below an A-, and you're a shoe in for class valedictorian. Any college would be stupid to not accept you, criminal record or not."

I kept silent as I thought about what he said when a thought occurred to me. "You investigated me?" I asked in shock. Who was this guy?

A faint blush appeared on his cheeks as he quickly coughed into his hand. "I told you. I was investigating the kids and their home life. Which meant that I had to investigate everyone they knew."

My eyes widen. "Just how much do you know about us?"

"You're full name is Annalise Elizabeth Montgomery. Your birthday is May 31st. You're father, Richard Montgomery, was murdered when you were 5, and your mother, Amelia Jones, is a magazine editor. You're an only child because your mother had a miscarriage before you. Your favorite color is green. Your favorite food is lasagna. Your best friend's name is Mia Franco. You're a senior in high school and your dream job is to be an author or a journalist." He said calmly as if it was normal to know so much about a stranger.