The Guardian (Final Version)

6th chapter: The power of a Guardian

Mia's PoV

"I'm home!" I announced as I entered my house through the front door yet no one answered me.

I put my bag on the floor and proceeded to enter the living room right after I checked the kitchen, after a couple of seconds the ground floor of my house was all checked and no one was in sight. 

"Not even the cat." I sighed as I returned to the lobby and put the keys on the table where rested the phone. 

Thinking back the door had been locked with the keys so it led to the conclusion that my mother wasn't really at home.

I heard the engine of a car approaching as it stopped right in front of my door; because I lived in a villa on a really quiet place of the town it was easy for me to know whenever a car passed by so I opened the door and saw my mother getting out of a 45 black Rover whilst waving goodbye. I noticed the one driving the car was a man with dark brown hair but more than that it was impossible for me to see. I entered the house once again and turned towards the door as my mother entered the house closing the door behind her. Once inside she rushed to me and gave me a hug so tight I couldn't breathe.

"Mother, you're squishing me!"

"Oh! Sorry, hahahaha." she apologized laughing. "Welcome home dear! How was the school trip? Did you have fun?"

"Yes." I answered; if I ignored the fact that I had been attacked by a demon then yes, I had had fun.

"I'm sure you had." she said just like she had not listened to me.

"Who was that man?" following my mother to the living room I asked bluntly.

"My co-worker."

"But today is Sunday."

"He asked me out for a coffee."

"He's flirting with you." I exclaimed.

"Hehe, you think?" mother asked with a sly expression facing me. "I guess I'm still pretty attractive for a thirty-eight year old woman." she exclaimed as she attempted to do a sexy pose by putting her right arm behind her head and bending her right knee while passing all her weight to her foot. If it weren't for the fact that she had stick out her tongue my mother would have indeed succeeded at being sexy.

My mother had long, dark, almost black, wavy hair, big green eyes and log eyelashes, she was really tall and to the eyes of strangers she probably looked like a model. True to be told my mother had done modeling in her earlier years but had quit when she fell in love with my father which was a photographer in training that time. Even now, when walking on the streets it was common for my mother to be scouted but she always refused saying there was only one photographer who could take her pictures, of course she meant my father but seeing as he had died she was never going to have her picture taken again.

While my mother was very beautiful indeed, I had inherited everything from my father; dark brown hair and light brown eyes was just the usual and most common combination in the human race and although both my parents were tall the genetic lottery hadn't been so kind to me making me only grow up to be 163cm which was quite annoying.

"A thirty-eight year old woman with the mentality of a teenager." I pointed out resuming the conversation.

"Now, now. You shouldn't speak like that towards your mother." with a smile she warned me.

"Even though it's true?" I asked slightly amused.

"Even though it's true." mother repeated my own words as an answer.

I smiled faintly and decided to go upstairs to my room passing by the entrance hall to go get my bag; I was feeling tired from the journey back home that I threw my bag onto the floor and fell on my bed head first closing my eyes for a moment, as I did so I started to recall everything that had happened during the school trip. In a flash scenes of the fight between Heart and that demon came to my mind until everything slowed down once the recollections of the white light that had pushed the demon away hit me, the white light that my own body had emitted and that I had no knowledge about. It had been my first attempt to fight and I had left it completely worn out.