Wings of Heaven

Chapter 5|

The next morning I woke to the sound of someone knocking on my door, loudly. "Who the fuck is that?" I said to myself. I mean it was fucking 6 am for Christ's sake.

"Violet can I come in?" called a voice. It belonged to Doctor Sambora.

"Unless you have a plate overflowing with freshly cooked bacon, then no."

"I'm still coming in," he pushed the door open and to my disbelief was carrying a plate of bacon. "Your mother told me about your bacon addiction and I have to say that as your doctor, it is not the healthiest thing to be doing."

I looked up at him, my cheeks full of bacon "Do I look like I give a flying fuck?"

Doctor Sambora chuckled, then held his fist out for me to bump it. "Respect!"

I couldn't help but laugh too, "You're not like any doctor I've ever met,"

"Well that's because I'm not a doctor,"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, I'm not a doctor. I mean did you really think my name was Richie Sambora? Hell I don't even like Bon Jovi! More of a Metallica man myself."

I sat there awestruck. How is it that this guy (admittedly drop dead gorgeous guy) could pose as a doctor using the name Richie Sambora, and not get caught?

He saw the confused look on my face and explained himself more, " I'm a friend of Emanuel and he made me promise to look after you so I went into the copy store worked a bit of my magic and boom, fake ID in less than twenty minutes."

"That is the coolest thing ever! You have to teach me that!"

"Seriously?"

"Um ya. I'm so learning that,"

"I could teach you. On one condition, you come with me and my brother and help us fight monsters."

"Okay!"

"Seriously?"

"Ya. But not in this," I said gesturing to my ugly hospital gown.

With that he got up and left, giving me some privacy so I could change.

" Hey by the way. What's your real name?"

"Chris."

I saw that my mother had left me a change if clothes. I pulled on the soft grey sweatpants, my black Guns N' Roses T-shirt and my hoodie. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and slipped into my cobalt blue Vans.

I opened the door and saw my mother sitting in a hard plastic chair biting her nails nervously. "Mom what are you doing?" I asked

"Oh nothing just thinking," she replied

"Mom you never think, what's wrong?"

"I know you're leaving. Don't even try to pretend Violet. Your father warned me about this years ago but I never believed him and now, my little girl is leaving." She was sobbing heavily

"Mom..."

"No Violet it's okay I understand that you want to leave. You're eighteen I can't stop you." She interrupted me

"Are you sure? I mean this is kinda sudden."

"In sure. Now go."

I hugged her tightly and promised to call or text when I could. With that I walked out of the hospital and started towards the house.