The Diary of an Angel: My Story

Part 16

November 14th, Saturday! 

To continue the story...

The Hughes (Anthony's family) took me home. We pulled into the driveway, and I could already see Harry turning up his nose at the van. I gotta admit, I've never been in such a dirty car. I quickly jumped out and smoothed my dress. Akila walked out of the house and waved at us. I pranced up and grabbed her hand. 

"Guess what!" I giggled.

"What?" She asked.

At that moment Josh got out of the car. "Is that your boyfriend?" She raised her eyebrows. "Noooooo!" I squealed. "That's Josh."

She leaned down next to me and whispered in my ear, "Who? Why is he here?"

"He's here because his real name is Odus. Odus Mustow."

********************Later********************************

Odus (that's what I'm going to call him from now on) plopped down on the ground next to the fireplace. Akila was literally in tears. "How did you survive? Rayyah and I thought you died!" Akila cried.

"I don't remember much, but my adopted father has told me the story many times. He was at the campsite and the policemen over him told him to fire at will. My father has a big heart and he didn't want to. The policemen (whose name was Gates) yelled at him, telling him that if he didn't he would lose his job. My father finally got up the courage to get his gun out. He noticed a woman dressed all in red and little boy running into the woods. In order to keep his job (so that he could support us) my father shot the woman."

"Gates gave him a "good job" and ran off. My father didn't think it was a "good job". He sneaked out of the battleground and ran after the woman to help her. He found them in a clearing. The woman was telling the boy to run. The boy refused to leave her. She realized that there was someone else in the clearing. Dad ran up to her while sobbing and apologizing. "

"The woman held her hand up and pleaded, "Please take my son away from here. He will die without anyone to take care of him." Dad consented. He grabbed the child and ran back to the battleground. Of course he couldn't show Gates the boy. He ran to his car and put the kid in the backseat, warning him to not make a sound. He brought the child home and adopted him as one of his own."

"I've been searching my whole life for any living Mustows. I thought that I was the only one left, until I saw your daughter." 

I felt a pang. "I-I-I'm not her daughter." I stuttered. "Akila is my aunt."

Odus apoligized, "I'm sorry! Then whose daughter are you?" 

"Rayyah's."

His face lit up, "She's here?"

I awkwardly rubbed my arm. "No."

"Then where is she?" 

Akila answered for me, "She died. 9 years ago." 

 At that exact moment Harry walked in. "What's going on here?" 

"It's Odus!" Akila nearly screamed. Everyone gave introductions, but I faded out. I had been staring out the window when I saw him.

He was beckoning to me. "Dylan!" I shrieked. Anthony gave me a questioning look, "You keep on talking about him. Who is he?" 

I pointed outside, "There he is!" Harry looked out the window, "Avi. Are you feeling alright? There isn't anyone out there."

I groaned in reply, "Yes there is! He's right there! Look in the woods." Everyone gave me a look like I was going completely nuts. Except for Akila.

Oh that's right. Nadya.

I gave her a pleading look. "Go." Akila said. Best thing she has ever said. 

I got up and raced down the steps. I wasn't going to let him get away this time. I finally came to a halt in front of him. Just to make sure, I went to touch him. My hand went straight through him.

"What are you?" I muttered. 

"Don't you know by now?" He crossed his arms.

I nodded my head. I figured it out. 

"You're an angel."

He laughed, "Not just any angel."

"I'm your personal guardian angel"

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Hey guys!!

Now you finally know what he is. :)

Want me to continue or leave the story there?

Continue = Lovers hold on to everything and lovers hold to anything

Leave the story the way it is = This love is be and end all, this love will be your downfall

Hate the story? = Who are we to tell ourselves that we're misunderstood?

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P.S. Sorry for spelling mistakes and grammatical errors

P.S.S. Sorry for annoying you with all the P.S.'s

P.S.S. Love you guys! -Lindsey