Making Wishes

Chapter - 10

Angels P.O.V.

Until Ones True Death
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Angel is dreaming of a real memory.

"Hey momma?" tapping on her arm, my momma answered back.

"Yes daughter?" She whirled around to see me with tears dripping down my cheeks.

I showed her the cut on my arm, " I- it hurts momma! Make it feel better."

Her hazel eyes had gone wide. Her dried eyes beginning to build up of tears. She crouched down on one knee to examine my wound.

"How did this happened Angel?"

Shaking my head I made my hair swift with me, "I don't know I was climbing a tree and I fell down and and..." I finally let the tears spiral down. The pain was exclusionary painful. When momma grabbed my hand. Blood was all over my white dress and my brand new shoes to match.

She glared towards me and my bad cut but, she only sighed and lighten her mood up with a hug. "Now, didn't I say no more tree climbing?"

I shook my head yes.

"Then why did you decide to clime the trees today?" giving me a look of concern she waited for me to reply.

I only shrugged my shoulders even though I knew why I climbed that tree today. Dad was leaving us when today was a party of some sort. I only wanted to watch the people with fancy dresses and shoes entering our humongous home and I wanted to see where daddy was going. Missing one of the branches, I fell on my arm and cut myself very badly by mistake.

Looking at me sad, momma whipped my tears with a tissue, "You shouldn't play in the trees when we have company over. It's your father's best friend's birthday today and you know how he is." She only looked down to the thought of dad.

Dad would get mad when everything wasn't perfect. He would tell and shout at people to get it right the next time.

Changing the subject she softly grabbed my wounded arm once more giving a small kiss where the cut was. Rapidly it closed shut and healed. The pain disappeared finally.

Smiling brightly! Momma whipped the dried blood off my arm, "Go upstairs to change your clothes. One of the maids will have your new white clothes ready for you."

Giving her a hug of thanks, the sunny bright room fades away. My mother's arms are not around me but duck taped wrapped around my wrists tightly together. Looking up, my heart started pounding! I'm in a hotel room.

Small lamps and paintings covered the ugly brown walls while I laid on an old musky couch that my senses freak old from the dust. The sound of heavy rain rang through my ears. Pieces of my hair sticks to my sweaty face. Only the opened window that blew fresh air dried up the sweat that made my clothes clung close to my skin. The duct tape that sticking to my mouth was making me hard to breathe. I felt like I was beaten up and was left for dead on the side of the road. Ever so slowly I pushed my weight up, then slowly swing my feet to the ground. I tried standing up but only set myself up to fail.

Another lighting struck, blue light lit up the room showing me that there was someone with me. Eyes widening, heart leaping out of my chest, it was Author sleeping. Even though he was on the other side of the room sleeping on a single person bed. I scooted away from him causing me to hit my head somehow. I couldn't lift my arms to touch the bump that was now throbbing because my arms were weak.

Whimpering from the pain, Author's eyes shot open. Lifting up his head he looked me over.

"Your finally awake?" his eyes showed me sorrow but Author shaken those thoughts up and masked his feelings leaving me with a blank stare.