The World of Abalah

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

On our way to the little donut shop around the corner we joked about the incident. He had put on new sneakers that were white with black Nike sighs along the sides.

“So, prep didn't teach you cooking” I said in a teasing tone. “Good to know”

“I left before they could” He said. He didn't sound like he was joking, I gave him a questioning look.

“Left?” I asked “When?”

“A couple weeks ago.” He said.

“Why?”

“I didn't need it anyway I've learned it over and over again—Angels are intelligent—And I could've been helping you....protecting you” He said 'you' defensively the sound of it made me happy. “So why stay?”

“I don't need protecting---” I started but I knew I did. So did he. “Okay maybe I do” He laughed. “Only a little.”

“A little?” He said sarcastically.

“I bet I can beat you in a fight.” I said jokingly.

“Really?” He asked. “You think?” He gave me a childish gotcha look.

“Whatever your about to do--” But it was too late I didn't even have time to brace myself. He had me pinned against the wall of a building in seconds.

“I win” He said childishly his grip loosened but he kept hold of me his body pressed against mine.

“I just didn't want to hurt you” I said.

“I'm sure that was why” He said letting go of me and taking a step back. He started to walk again and I scrambled and caught up with him as we turned the corner and walked into the small donut shop.

We got donuts and some coffee and sat down at a booth. The place was big and crowded. We ate our donuts and drank our coffee as we talked.

“So if there are Angels, demons and all this other stuff” I said quietly. “Why me?” I asked. He looked surprised.

“What do you mean 'why me?'” He asked, clearly confused.

“I mean” I said evenly. “Did I get my Angel blood from ancestors or what?” I needed to know the truth.

“No” He said plainly, taking a drink of coffee.

“What do you mean 'no'?” I asked him.

“I mean it wasn't ancestors that you got the blood from.” He said. “Your the first Angel from your bloodline.” He sounded perfectly natural like he talked about this stuff all the time.

“You mean my dad was an Angel?” I asked, surprised. “Thats why he wasn't in our life? Thats why he never called or visited? Thats why my mom wouldn't talk about him?” I asked fast.

“Yes, your dad was an Angel” He sounded sorry. “But I don't know anything about him or who he is” He said. “I don't even know if he's still alive” He said.

“But he could be?” I had this hope bubbling up in my chest. I could have a dad, I kept thinking.

“Yes he could” He said. “But don't get your hopes up.”

I decided to change the subject.

“So...how come I don't have wings? And where are yours now?” I asked.

“You don't get your wings till you earn them. And mine are...hidden” He answered.

“Earn them? Hidden? By the veil?” I asked again.