An Angel Answered

Chapter 5: Trust

"Broken trust and anger will close a heart until honesty and love is once again found." - Nishan Panwar

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Trust.

As soon as the concept forms in my mind the silence surrounding us holds a new sound: a bell.

Three loud, delicate, and crisp chimes are heard, each one reverberating within me.

"Can you hear that?" I ask the boy opposite me.

His face returns to his regular face of confusion, "Hear what?"

The bell sounds its final chime before I can summon an answer.

"Never mind," I mumble, turning my back to him and directing my gaze to the long stretch of road ahead.

I know I'm in no state to be walking for the hours it will take to get to the hospital but I really don't have a choice.

I take one step and then another, determination igniting me like fuel to a fire.

"What are you doing?" I hear him ask.

I choose to not respond knowing he will only call me crazy again if I do.

"If you're thinking of walking the whole way to the hospital then you are crazier then I ever imagined." He utters accusingly.

"Well, I guess I'm that crazy then."

I expect a snarky comment to follow but only silence follows my statement. I peak a glance over my shoulder to see why he is unusually quiet but he isn't there. Turning around completely I see his shadowed figure retreating in the distance, walking in the opposite direction to me.

I knew I shouldn't have trusted him.

I snap my head back around determined to not give him the satisfaction that his departure may have hurt a little. I keep walking, my eyes locked on the road ahead adamant to get away from the trust-breaking, crazy-accusing boy who may just have saved my life.

My steps have formed a rhythm with my heartbeat as I keep moving forward. However before I can take another step, I feel the familiar pull on my exposed elbow and know who I'll face when I turn around. Indeed there he stands, furrowed brows and parted lips, his familiar face of confusion.

Before I get a chance to rip my arm from his grasp I notice something quite large held in his hand. Noticing my gaze, he holds it up into view and I recognise it instantly remembering the time I broke my leg when I was eleven.

"They're crutches." He states. "I remembered I had them in the back of my car from ages ago and I went to fetch them out. It was much harder then I thought seen as though the car is totaled and all."

He lets out a hum of laughter and I can't help the small smile that plays at my lips at the sound.

"I thought..." I whisper, drifting off in my explanation.

He looks at me questionably and his eyebrows raise in realisation.

"Let me guess..." He says disappointedly, "You thought I was leaving you behind, didn't you?"

I direct my gaze back to his face, trying to keep it as expressionless as possible.

I sniffle loudly as he positions the crutches under my arms. He then takes a step back and waits for me to take the first step.

So I do. One step, two steps, three steps and I keep going.

Now with the crutches to help, it makes the idea of walking all the way to the hospital or at least to some point of civilisation seem a little less painful and a little more achievable.

He takes his position beside me, his pace matching my slow one. The long journey ahead has begun and despite my pride, I am glad I don't have to do it alone.

I hear him clear his throat before he asks, "So, what's your name?"

"Really we are gonna do this talking thing," I bluntly respond.

A long sigh is heard from him but no further questions are asked.

I glance sideways at him, narrowing my eyes.

"Why are you even coming with me?" I ask, accusingly.

"Well, where else am I gonna go?" He responds, an edge to his voice. "Not like we can call for help or anything." He adds.

The silence continues between us as we continue our slow path down the road.

"I'm Missy." I quietly say, keeping my eyes forward and my lips pursed.

I notice him turn to look at me, feeling the scrutiny of his gaze.

"I'm Hayes."

I peer over at him, meeting the starry landscape of his eyes, confusion flashing across his features. I feel tears brim at my lashes as my parent's faces flash suddenly through my mind.

I look away.

I feel his gaze linger on me, and I know he continues to study me. I expect him to say something, question me, but I feel his eyes drift back to the road, a hum of quiet resonating between us instead.

We continue on.

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Xx Lauren xX