His Angel

chapter 15 - Ace

As frustrating as Emily is, I still want to make sure she's safe. So I drive behind her just a few houses down, keeping my distance, making sure she gets to wherever she's going to safely. The guys are going to be pissed when I come back with cold pizza, but I can't let Emily walk alone.

I smile as I watch her take a huge bite out of her pizza, but it quickly fades as I realize that she was probably starving. She didn't eat lunch today and she probably didn't get a chance to eat when she got home thanks to her asshole of a father. I'm gonna kill Carlos when I see him again. I don't care if their life is none of my business. I can't stand the thought of someone hurting Emily. I should beat the crap out of her father and report him, but I know she wouldn't want me to. I'm very tempted to, but if I do report him, that means she'll be separated from Carlos.

I hear a little voice in the back of my mind telling me that I don't want them to take her away from me, not Carlos. I'm being selfish, I know I am and I'm probably going to hell for this. God forgive me, but I can't have Emily taken away from Carlos.

I start driving closer wanting to see her more clearly, but she stops.
Instantly I put my car into reverse and step on the gas driving out of her view before she gets the chance to turn around and see me.

My heart is in my throat and I don't know why. What's the worst that Would've happened if she saw me?
I put my car back into drive and slowly move forward, but she's gone.

"Damn it." I mutter.

I drive through the area I last saw her, but find no trace of her. I continue to drive around the area hoping I'll see her, but she's no where to be found. I park the car and run my hands through my hair frustrated. Where the hell could she have possibly gone?

I close my eyes rubbing my temples, what am I doing? I'm basically stalking her now. I don't stalk girls. If anything, girls stalk me. Not the other way around.

My eyes widen at the realization that I've just come to.

"No," I shake my head as the thought of me liking her comes to mind, "I don't like her," I dryly laugh. God, why am I talking to myself?

A knock on the window startles me and I turn to see an elderly man with thick glasses. I roll down the window confused.

"A-Are you my ride?" He asks looking lost.

"Uh, no sorry, Sir," I awkwardly mumble.

"Oh." He sighs, he turns around slowly walking back up the driveway with his cane.

I scratch my head,"But I could give you a ride if you want." I yell out.

He slowly turns around, "you couldn't have said that before I was halfway up the driveway, boy?" he huffs pushing up his glasses.

I let out a small laugh and climb out of the car walking to him.

"Sorry, here let me help you."

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I'm pulling up into David's next door neighbors driveway since his is taken up by three cars and this is the closest parking spot to his house. I can hear the music from all the way over here. I give it a max of 30 minutes till the cops show up.

Mr. Nelson, the old gramps I gave a ride to, had a doctors appointment across town. Now two and a half hours late, I'm walking across Davids lawn with a stack of cold pizzas.

I kick the door as my way of knocking, not being able to open it myself with all these boxes in my arms and Some random guy I don't know opens to door. The vibrations are first to hit me then the smell hits. The stench of alcohol and sweat. My ear drums are vibrating from the loud music, but I'm sure after a couple of shots it'll just be a small buzz in the background.