Falling Angels

Chapter 7 - I Am Doing This For You

The sun set a few hours ago and I am sitting with Jakson on the couch. He smiles and asks, "what was wrong earlier?" I sigh and reply to his question "I was being... Contacted I guess..." Jakson looks confused and I continue to speak. "By someone from where I came from." Jakson smiles comfortingly. "Can you tell me about it Amari?" I shake my head and hide my face. "But I do know what I am." I look at Jakson. He sits up, interested. I spread my wings out. "It should have been obvious from the start... I mean, what other creature has wings like this." Jakson thinks for a minute and says "but I thought angels were a myth? And anyway, where did you come from? Heaven?" I scrunch up my nose "obviously they are not a myth and no. It wasn't... Heaven... It was a cloud kingdom." Jakson nods and get up and walk to my room.

"Mir... Amari?"

Not again. Please no. I completely ignore the voice this time. Jakson walks into my room and sees me covering my ears. "Them again?" I nod and he sits beside me. I look at him with a cheeky smile. I have a plan to get him to leave me alone. I could still sense him in my head. He was obviously monitoring what I do. I lean towards Jakson and he looks confused. I close my eyes and kiss him on the lips. It only lasts a few seconds but it was enough for the boy to have left. I pull back and Jakson looks at me. Eyes wide.

Jakson asked me if I wanted to share a room with him tonight. I agreed and now I am laying by his side watching him sleep. Like my first night here. He had always been so kind to me. He didn't yell when I kicked the door down, he didn't make a fuss when I broke things and he never made me do anything I didn't want to do. He was amazing. He says I am almost ready to out into the human world on my own. I don't want to though.

Hours passed and the sun still hadn't risen. I let my thoughts take over to pass time. Many things rushed through my mind but nothing really caught my attention. Nothing accept for a voice. It was hard to understand because it was being messed with.

"Tur... N.... He... Tel... Sion"

What?

"Turn... N... The... Telev...on"

Turn on the television... I stand up and walk to the television. I turn it on and lean against the couch. A blurry picture show through and I can just make out who it is. It's my father.

"Miracle. I'm doing this for you!"

What is my father talking about?