Angels

Chapter 3- Marc...?

Sam was walking down the street, trying not to catch anyone's gaze as he usually did. He usually got strange looks anyways.

He was about to turn down the street when he noticed the back of someone he recognized on a bench facing the small park their town had.

Sam walked over and leaned his arms on top of the mess of pastel pink hair sat against the bench.

"Hey Damien," Sam greeted.

"Hey bud!" Damien replied. Sam stood up and walked around the bench to face him.

"What're you doing here?" he asked.

"Watching Amanda," Damien replied, pointing to the small brunette who was climbing the playing structure up to the slide at the top.

"Is this what homeschooled kids call recess?" he joked. Looking away as she disappeared into the dark blue slide.

"Eh, I guess you could call it that? She just wanted to come play and I wanted out of hearing my dad ramble on about science and equations," Damien replied. "I still don't understand how someone like you could ever drop out of school. You never even skipped class!"

"Well..." Sam trailed off, trying to think of an excuse. Ha hadn't thought of a believable excuse yet.

"It's because of that chick Hayley, isn't it! Ever since you started hanging out with her you've been leaving like in the middle of everything, hell, you left when we went out with Marc to the movies! And it was even that killer angel movie you were hyped for! But isn't she like, a lot older than you and out of your league?" Damien asked, smirking over at Sam.

"Dude I don't like Hayley! By the way, have you heard from Marc? He hasn't been answering his phone at all today so I was jus headed to his house," Sam asked. Trying to change the conversation. He didn't like Hayley, that wasn't a lie, but he didn't have any explanation for always leaving to go on hunts with her.

"Dude, you didn't hear? Marc's in the hospital, they were at their annual family thing when his uncle went berserk, barricaded the front door and Marc managed to make it upstairs, heard his uncle walking up the stairs calling out his name and the dude threw himself out a second story window. They thought he was dead at first when they found him. His uncle apparently killed himself after. At least that was the story he told me when I went to see him. He's in a terrible state, you ever see a popular, athletic guy bawl his eyes out? You don't wanna. He's fine but they're keeping him there until he either finds a place to go, or they need the room," Damien explained. Looking down at the ground. "I suggested to your mom to take him in, but she wanted to ask you first. Since you know, we all thought of your place as a second home."

"Oh, I think I'm gonna head home," Sam said. The news washing over him and filling him with sympathy and sadness for Marc. He was a nice guy, as definitely didn't deserve something like that, whether it was an angel or not.

"Have a great day, bud," Damien replied. Sam nodded as he walked back down the street. Looking down Marc's street as he passed it. Stumbling as his eyes locked onto the red house that was formerly his friends. Countless school parties had been thrown in that house. Even celebration parties for sports wins and stuff Sam had been forcefully dragged to by Marc and Damien.

"Mom?" Sam called out as he got inside.

"Hi Sam, what's up?" the female voice called back from the direction of the kitchen.