An Angels Lament

Chapter 5-Overlapped Destinies

Chapter 5:

Flashback

He sat in the lawyers office. Again. He tried to count how many time he had been there. 'First there was mum' he ticked off in his head. 'Then there was that brunette, then the blond. No wait the blond came first' he corrected himself. 'then the big boobed one, and now the botox-addicted one' he finish. 'Five times' he finally added. 1 real mother and 4 step-mothers in a short period of 8 years of life. He knew the number would only climb. The pattern was predictable and inevable. She would be some fake spoilt young princess who would marry his father for his reasonable wealth and a short time after she would try to divorce him for everything he own, it never worked because his father always had some legal loophole.

His father walked out, and with a simple head movement he gestured for his son to follow. “Father how did it go?” His father stopped and turned to face the small boy “My name is not father” he stated. “Sorry, Jason” he called him by his first name. “Try again” The man prompted. “Sorry Mr. Mathews” the boy said, wishing he could call him dad like every other father son relationship. “Correct” Mr. Mathews stated before coldly walking off.

Once they were both inside the over-priced car the man adressed the boy in a business tone, but its hard to call it that because this is all this child knew of. “You will be rich son, when i pass you will take over this company” he stated matter-of-factly. “But father, I do not want to be a business man, I wish to an artist” This boy was young yes, but knew this was not the path he wished to go down, he wanted to be happy. “An artist!” Mr. Mathews scoffed, “You can't make a living of silly drawings. Stop such nonsense, you will be a business man like me” “But-” the boy started only to be cut off “Stop the foolery and grow up” And grow up he did.

*End of Flashback*

He heard the bird sing and he looked up, only to be shocked to see he again, through a shabby motel window. They only made eye contact for a second, before she turned around looking scared and for a large man to lurk behind her, look out onto him in the street, thankfully he didn't register that the girl was after him, he only saw a mass of people. The large man, known as Mason but not known to the man bellow looked confused for a second, but only for a second before turning his gaze on to the girl. Before he could blink the man had raised his hand and slapped the girl in the window, making he fall to the floor. The man below quickly took count of what floor she was in and dashed inside.

It all felt a bit de-ja-vu to him, running up cold cement stairs trying to save her, rightly so he had only just done so thirty minutes ago, he slammed the elevator button. Once, Twice, Three time, and finally it opened. He jumped inside slamming the floor button. 

I'm sure to witness the irony, of a stressed man in an elevator while clique music played, but this was no time for humor. He had to save her. He dashed outside the elevator and had to guess out of the four rooms was hers, he didn't have to wait long because soon enough, from the second room door the same large man stepped out. It was lucky this man didn't pay attention to details because any other person would realize he had seen the man twice already. The thug spoke gruffly "Oh so you must be Mr.Edwards, she's inside ready for you" This man was not the 'Mr.Edwards' the other man was talking about, but understood it would be best just to go along with it. "Yes of course its me know move aside" He confidently spoke in his business tone he had perfected over the years. The thug did indeed step aside.

His heart was pounding, he would finally get to see her. He opened the door, walked half inside before turning around giving the thug a half nod, an indiercation of dismissal.

He walked inside the poorly lit hotel room, waiting for his eyes to adjust, before laying his eyes on her. His breath caught in his throat, not because of her beauty but her bruises, and skimpy outfit he assumed she was forced to wear. He walked over to her, she was yet to acknowledged his entry, he lightly grabbed her chin, crouched down to her, and brought her eyes to his, such a move was so innocent, and pure, no words can describe. Nor can be the look in her eyes, that can only be a look of pure happiness, when she registered it was not the sweaty bald Mr.Edwards but the boy from the roof. She believed she was destined to save.

(AN- A comment would be nice <3)