Wings

I Gotta Go

Chase spent the night on the couch, at the request of my Dad, instead of in my room. I tossed and turned until about midnight. I finally grabbed my phone and shot a text to Andi.

What kind of evidence would I need to prove that Chase was with me the whole evening?

After a few moments, she texted me back.

Your memories. His memories. But then you would also need to find evidence about who really did it.

I sighed.

This is probably going to sound crazy, but I think I have an idea about who might be involved.

I quickly texted Chris and invited him over. I needed to get close to him. Find out who he had been talking to on the phone. Figure out who 'she' was, even though I already had a clue. I didn't want to believe it. I didn't even want to think that Chris might have done something to jeopardize his brother's life. But after the conversation I heard earlier, I was starting to wonder if Chris was as trustworthy as he claimed to be.

Within ten minutes of texting Chris, he was outside my window. I took note of the fact that his own wings were still white. I quickly went into actor mode when I saw him. I smiled and went to the window. I pulled open just enough for him to get inside, and then I shut it. Chris glanced at me.

"What can I do for you, Isabelle?" Chris asked wearily. I smirked at him and crossed my arms over my chest, exaggerating the fact that I was wearing a very low cut v-neck. Chris looked me up and down.

"No more standing around, alright, Chris? I'm done messing around. I've made my decision. And that decision's you." I moved toward him and I saw the look of triumph that crossed his face.

"Really?" He asked incredulously. I smiled in a flirty way.

"Really." I answered, as if that finalized it. I stepped forward and found that we were chest to chest. I felt my heart racing inside my chest as I looked up into the eyes of a boy I had once thought of as sweet and kind. He suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. It took every ounce of my willpower not to pull away. I felt him deepen the kiss and his hands went to my hips. I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him toward the bed. Chris picked me up and tossed me onto the mattress. I grinned at him as he leaned down and kissed me passionately.

Secretly, I was trying to access his memories. Trying to find something about that night. Trying to find out what had really happened. Finally, I found a memory.

Chris was walking through the park with a girl by his side. They were laughing and smiling at each other. The girl seemed just barely younger than him with wavy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. I felt like I had seen her before somewhere at school, but I couldn't quite place her. The girl suddenly stopped and grabbed Chris' arm. I watched as he turned to look at her. But there was something that had changed in his eyes. It was as if her very touch had set off some sort of reaction. I watched in horror as he grabbed the girl roughly by her arm and shook her angrily. I heard the girl scream, but then it was cut off.

After a moment, I found that I was still with Chris, his lips pressed against mine. I forced myself to throw myself into the kiss. I needed to find other memories. Like of who it was that Chris had been talking to at the Carnival. Suddenly, I felt Chris pull away and I was worried that I had accidentally revealed myself.

"Someone's awake. I should probably go for now, but I'll come visit sometime soon." Chris mumbled breathlessly. I pressed my forehead against his chest. I let my hands travel down towards his jeans and I looked up at him.

"Are you sure?" I asked. Chris smiled.

"I gotta go. Don't want you to get in trouble, Isabelle." He told me with a smile. He didn't even notice when I slipped my hand into his pocket and drew out his phone.

"But it'd be worth it." I purred. Chris raised his eyebrows as I ran my hands up and down his upper outside thigh. I had swiftly deposited his phone under my back.

"Oh, I know it would, but I'd hate to get you grounded from seeing me." He teased as he got up. I sighed dramatically.

"Okay." I said as I watched him go toward the window. Chris turned and smiled at me through the darkness.

"You made the right choice, Isabelle. I'll always be the better choice compared to Chase." He told me gently. I smiled.

"Good to know." I replied. Chris smiled before slipping out the window, pulling it closed behind him. I waited for a few minutes before I relaxed. What had he done to that poor girl? I quickly grabbed his phone and unlocked it easily. I opened his latest calls and I saw that he had called the same number twelve times during the time of the Carnival, and had only gotten an answer at the time that I had found him. I took a deep breath as I recorded the number. I opened the texts from the number and tried to hold back a gasp.

Number: You know I'm right.
Number: You know it's the only way to get what we both want.

Chris: What else will you give me for doing it?

Number: Anything. Money. Sex. Power. Anything you want, I can con out of the idiots here on this planet.

Chris: You swear you'll keep your side of the bargain if I do this?

Number: Of course. When have I let you down?

Chris: Alright. Fine. I'll do it.

Number: I always knew you were a smart boy, Chris.

Chris: You get Chase dead, I get Isabelle, and we go our separate ways. Nothing more. But I will be calling in a favor in the future.

Number: Of course. I would expect nothing less from you, Chris.

I stared at the messages. There was no way that this was possible. Chris really had done this. He'd made a deal with someone to get Chase killed and for him to "get" me. I felt anger rise inside me like a volcano. I wanted nothing more than to find Chris and rip his head off. I took a deep breath and reached for my own phone. I texted Andi four words.

I've got the evidence.