When I woke up, I was safely tucked into my bed and in the fluffy candy pajamas I had put on as soon as I came back from work. I sat up and slowly rubbed my eyes as massive yawn escaped from me. I got up and went through my daily rituals. That was when, halfway through my shower, I remembered that I was fired.
"SHIT!" I let out a groan and finished showering. Now I would have to find a new job and my now ex-boss was going to hand my ass to me by trashing every application I handed in to new jobs. It's what she did to her last assistant. As I was putting on my cloths, an idea popped into my head. Maybe Eli could help with the job with his angle powers. I froze as I processed that idea. Eli. I yanked my shirt on roughly and ran out of my room and into my small living room. I looked around for him- even though there weren't many places he could hide in my small ass apartment- and didn't find him. I slumped down on my couch with a sigh. Had I imagined him? What if I did need psychiatric help? Were mom and dad right in seeking help for me? Had I finally fell of the mental clif and dove into the depths of insanity?
I ran a shaky hand through my hair and took in a deep breath in. Nope. I would not stress myself out today. I got fired and I needed a new job so I was going to do one thing and one thing only today. I was going to watch Netflix and eat ice cream. It was settled. I got up and went to my room and changed into a white tee and grey sweats. I lumbered over to my fridge, pulled out banana nut ice cream and a spoon and set up my laptop to watch a horror movie on my couch.
And I kept true to my schedule. I did nothing but watch horrors and mystery movies and eat ice cream. Sometimes, I had to pause for a potty break but that didn't count.
After about a full two and a half tubs of Ice cream, three horrors and four mysteries, I couldn't stand still. It was dark now and the air outside was crisp and cold with absolutely no wind and I had the biggest urge to go outside- and I always follow my urges no matter how stupid they were- so I pulled on my leather jacket, sneakers and did just that.
I walked about a block, every noise making me slightly jump but I enjoyed it. I loved being scared and watching horror movies because it made you so much more aware of your surroundings with a jumpy sharpness and the rush of adrenaline that rushed through my veins- the giddiness. I reveled in the twinkling lights from the city across from me. My apartment may have been small but I made damn shore I had the best view ever. I wasn't exactly broke but I wasn't very rich either.
I was about to turn back to my place when I was shoved roughly out of the street lights and into a dark ally. I pushed myself up off the ground and winced as small scrapes on my hands and arms burned. I turned around to face a guy who walked toward me slowly. He was in his mid thirties and wore dirty old jeans and equally dirty- if not dirtier- grey sweatshirt. I would have given the guy some slack and say that the next actions he committed were due to a drunken stupor that he induced because his wife cheated on him and he was loosing his home but by the steady steps he took and the focus in his eyes, I knew he was sober and this wasn't his first time. He lunged toward me and pushed me against the wall.
He held the sharp, cold knife against my neck. His worn brown eyes looked into mine. "Don't resist too much and it won't hurt." His large hands began tugging at the zipper of my pants and I was honestly scared. And not the good, fun way. My insides twisted in a way that made me wanted to throw up, my breaths becoming shaky. Adrenaline buzzed through my hands, making me tremble as a bunch of horrible thoughts of what he was going to do to me played out. I was absolutely paralyzed. Then he spoke, my jeans a quarter down my trembling legs and his knife painfully against my skid, drawing a bit of blood.
"You'll probably enjoy this anyway." Those words brought back high school memories when I was always picked on by the 'hot guys in the school' and they offered to be my first. Everyone knew my refusal to give my V card to an asshole. It fueled me with fury. I grabbed the wrist holding the knife against me and twisted it back in an odd angle. The man let out a strangled scream. I was a black belt. This bastard was going nowhere.
"You bit-" He didn't get time to finish his sentence because I punched him square in the face. He wasn't skinny so he didn't fall but he stumbled, blood gushing out of a now broken nose. Before he could defend himself, I kicked him in the gut and he was now swaying on his feet. He grabbed the knife that had fallen and rushed at me with it but I spun away from him and side kicked him in the face. Once he was down, I didn't stop. I pulled him back up and repeatedly punched him, the blood from my now split knuckled mixing with the blood of his broken nose. I was tackled by a fast blure and yanked away from the sick pervert by a strong arm around my waist. I scratched and kicked, desperately trying to get back to beating the shit out of the guy who tried to rape me even though he was now out cold.
"Let me go!" I snarled. I slowed in my struggles as the adrenaline wore off, the strong arms never losing their iron grip. After a while, I just gave up. As soon as I stopped moving the arms around me slowly slid off from around me and I felt like a bubble of warmth was popped and I shivered, the night air brushing against my skin. I turned around to see who stopped my and my eyes widened.
"Eli." I whispered, at first very glad that I wasn't crazy. Then the anger returned again. My eyes narrowed.
"Eli" I hissed. "You left me alone thinking that you where a freaking hallucination and that I really was crazy. Then- THEN I ALMOST GET RAPED!" I screamed, smacking his firm chest with every word I yelled. He stayed still, staring at me as I ranted. I cooled down although I was still pissed. "Some guardian you are. I want to trade you. You're fierd. Guardian angel my ass. Where were you?" I asked. For the first time, he fidgeted, showing nervousness.
"Vesper-"
"Don't call me that."
"Vee-"
"Only my friends call me Vee. Right now, you're not one of them" I fumed. He sighed and ran a hand through really soft hair. I froze. For the first time in all my anger, I noticed that he was in his heavenly form- the one he appeared to me at first- and could only stared. I needed to get a hold of myself and fast because I began to forget why I was mad.
"Can you stop interrupting me?" I could only nod my head, mouth hanging open. "Anyway, I was busy...doing something and I felt your distress but by the time I got here, you were the one about to kill the man. I had to stop you from murdering him. Then you would have lost me and be charged of murder. And all this happened before ten o'clock. What would you do without me?" He shook his head sadly although I could tell that he was just being dramatic. I blinked, slowly getting use to the gorgeous man in front of me. I narrowed my eyes at him once again now that I could think and closed my mouth.
"Where were you that you couldn't protect me? And why would I have lost you?"
"You would have lost me because you would have trespassed on the ten comandments. Every time you do so you lose your guardian unless you are redeemed or the big guy upstairs decides you can get them back. We should get you inside and then I'll get him to the authorities. " Just as he said that, a low, pain filled moan came from the man crumpled on the floor. Even though I knew he was right, I also knew that he completely dogged my last question.
"Not until you tell me what you were doing that took you so long for you to come help me." He looked away from me and and sighed.
"I was doing something personal" He said, avoiding eye contact with me. I bit my lip and eyed him. I wanted so much to pry until he spilled because I had a big feeling he couldn't or didn't want to lie but I knew what having your personal space invaded felt like so I just nodded and walked back to my apartment, him walking closely to me. I was going to figure it out though, eventually. What ever he was doing, it had to be naughty for him to look so guilty and if it was one thing I didn't want, it was for my angel to fall.
