The Book Of Lies [Editing]

Chapter 4 -- Angels shouldn't make mistakes

Chapter 4 – Angels shouldn’t make mistakes

Note: This is hopefully going to be longer and better written. I was never exactly the best at introductions. I’m going to play with P.O.V.’s a little this chapter as well.

P.S. This was dedicated to Jason beacuse he's a noob for distracting me while writing, but is also a total "inspriation" for telling me to do something productive in life.

 

Charlie’s P.O.V.

                Jingle jingle

My heart pounded as I entered the coffee shop once again. Some reason, its warm homey smell didn’t make me feel welcome anymore. I tried to ignore the pounding in my chest and told myself that being the angel of lies, I have to act smoothly and calmly. I gave a little nod of my head to the waitress behind the counter and she returned a huge grin, obviously happy that I was back. I drew my focus onto the girl crying into her hands by the booth which I had just sat at, nearing her as I took silent steps.

“May I join you?”

No response.

My hundred watt smiled died down a little and turned into an uneasy, forced half smile. I tried to remember that my life as an angel basically depended on me getting this book back, no matter what the cost. I ran my fingers through my hair again, breathing out a big string gust of air. Taking the empty seat across from her, I sat, looking at my book and her sobbing face.

“Well, you seem like a wonderful girl, so you really shouldn’t be crying, all alone at a coffee shop.”

I turned on my charm from my years of practice from lying, but it didn’t seem to have even the tiniest effect on her, because she didn’t even flinch, as if she hadn’t heard me.

“Hey, dry your tears and talk to me okay? I know you don’t know me but I don’t like it when pretty girls cry.”

My voice dripped with honey, soothing and warm, but I drew no response from her still. Sighing, I guess I was going with the direct approach.

“Look kid, that’s my book you were reading.”

Immediate response. She raised her blotchy face from her hands and stared at me with her bloodshot eyes.

SLAP.

As an automatic reaction, I caressed my hand to my now injured cheek. “What was that for?!” Clearly, I was losing my patience with this girl.

“Why – how. How did you manage…this book…these people…my name…those words…are they all…”

“Yess. They’re all filthy lies, and I would kindly appreciate it if you kept your filthy hands away from smacking my face please.” I gritted my teeth. I was supposed to be charming my way through this, but obviously charm wasn’t working on her, so I couldn’t give less of a care anymore. I was doing this, whatever it takes to get my book back.

“These lies! Are they all lies?! From the people I trust, from the people I love! I thought they were all true. Where did you get this information??  Who. Are. You.”

 The waitress from across the counter motioned for us to quiet down, although there were no other customers in the shop at the moment. She seemed to understand we were in a middle of a serious conversation, so she didn’t come over to bother us, but still decided that the yelling was too loud for her quaint little coffee shop. I motioned a quick ‘okay’ signal with my fingers and smiled, reassuring her that I could keep this situation at hand.