Wings of Heaven

Chapter 2|

I opened my eyes the next morning and couldn't help from groaning. Today I turned 18 and I knew my mother would make a big deal about it.

I looked at my clock and sighed, it was only 6 o'clock. I pulled open my curtains and watched as the sun was just visible beyond the trees. Quickly I out on my tracksuit and runners and headed outside.

I pushed open the front door and tried to close it as quietly as possible so I didn't wake my mother. I set off towards the apple orchard to see if I could find out who that man was.

I reached the edge of the trees after a few minutes and continued in. I searched and searched but couldn't find anyone. I decided to head back to the house when I heard a branch snap behind me. I spun around and saw a figure standing in front of me.

He was tall with dark, brown hair, light stubble on his face and beautiful emerald green eyes. He was wearing a plain, black coat and pants with a white shirt, unbuttoned at the top and a black tie worn loosely. Over all that he wore a long, tan trenchcoat.

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously. My mother had never taught me how to talk to possible serial killers.

He walked towards me and places his hands on the bump on my temple. Gently he pressed it until I could feel a warmth coming from his fingers to my temple. Then he pulled his hands away, turned his back on me and walked away.

"Hey!" I shouted "How did you do that?"

He stopped and shouted back "you'll find out soon enough." He then turned back around to face me and said "oh and by the way my name is Emanuel."

By the time I had gotten back to my room my head was swimming with thoughts about Emanuel. He wasn't like any guy I had ever met, yet something about him seemed strangely familiar.

I heard a knock on the door and dived under my duvet. "Come in!" I called pretending as though I had just woken up.

My mother opened the door carrying a tray. "Happy birthday!" She sang, placing the tray on my lap. It had a plate of pancakes, moms homemade strawberry syrup and a cupcake with a candle in the centre spelling out 18 in big glittery numbers.

"Mom!" I groaned, "Why do you always make such a big fuss?" Every year she did something huge for my birthday and it always went out of control.

"Because I'm your mother and its my job," she replied. "Now get dressed, we have a lot to get ready for your party tonight."

I rolled my eyes at the word party. I hated socialising with people I didn't like and pretending to be friends with them. My mom left the room while I practically inhaled my breakfast. I left the tray outside my door and picked out some clothes.

I decided on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a red flouncy top and my black ballet pumps. I brushed and styled my hair until it hung in loose, waves just below my breasts. Then I added a touch of mascara to my lashes to make my violet eyes pop. All in all I was ready in about five minutes.

When I reaches the bottom of the stairs my mother was just grabbing her keys.

"That was fast," she observed.

"Well its because I'm so happy to be getting stuff for a party that I don't wanna have," I said dryly.

"Just get in the car," my mother ordered as I sighed heavily.

"No I'm not wearing them!" I protested. There were many things that I would do but wearing six inch heels was not one of them.

"Violet we are not discussing this," my mother said holding the pair of shoes in front of me. "You are getting the shoes and that is the end of that!"

I stared at her gobsmacked, she was really getting me a pair of $300 shoes that I was only going to wear once. She handed me the bag and we proceeded to purchase almost $1000 worth of goods for the party.

"Mom?" I asked as we sat down for lunch. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure sweetie anything," she replied taking a sip of her coffee.

Nervously I nibbled on my muffin not sure how she would take my question. "Where did all this money come from?"

She looked up at me and said calmly. "It's from a trust fund your father set up for you on your eighteenth so we could throw you a party."

I suddenly felt very guilty for asking my mom about the money. We pretty much didn't speak for the rest of the shopping trip but that didn't bother me much because it meant I didn't have to apologise.

By the time we got home I only had an hour to get ready, ten of which consisted of me walking around the house in the six inch monstrosities people called shoes.

I quickly showered and blow dried my hair before curling it at the tips and pulling my clothes out of the closet. I pulled on the red dress, loving the way it's silky material felt soft against my body. Slipped the shoes onto my feet and finally fastened the ruby necklace around my neck.

I stepped back and looked at myself in the mirror, almost gasping at the sight. In the reflection stood a girl with an amazing figure, long sexy legs and the most beautiful completion I had ever seen.

I raised my hand to wipe a stray hair from my face and so did she. If I hadn't been looking in a mirror I wouldn't have believed that this girl was me. With that thought in my mind, I set off to my party.