Angels

Chapter 14- Recovery

"Samuel Michael Owens, this is the last time I have to pick you up from the hospital because of Angels, I'm done. What you're doing isn't safe and I'm putting an end to it!" Sam's mother shouted.

"But mom! Nothing's broken! I just got a little scratched up," Sam replied. "I can do this! I rarely ever get hurt!"

"No. No more hunting. I gave it a chance but not anymore. I'm done with you throwing yourself in the way of danger!" she shouted. "I'll get you back into the school, you're too young to be hunting."

"But mom this is important to me! If I don't help then-" Sam started.

"Then adults with proper training and experience will handle it. I'm not okay with this. Do your friends think you throwing yourself into danger is cool or something? You're a teenager, Sam. Leave the Angel to the adults to handle," she replied. "I'm not trying to be mean I'm trying to protect you."

"I need to talk to your dad about this. Give me your knife," she said, holding out her hand.

"But mom-!" Sam shouted, once again being cut off.

"No buts," she replied.

"What if I'm ambushed!" Sam replied. "Carter put a bounty on me and... uh..."

"Samuel! That's it! Until this is dealt with I do not want you leaving this house. Give me the knife," she ordered.

Sam grabbed his bag and took out the knife, handing it over.

"And your old knife," she replied.

"I need something for defence!" Sam shouted.

"You're a teenager! You shouldn't need to have a weapon to protect yourself! Give it to me," she replied. Sam handed it over. "And I swear if I find you with a single blade or weapon there will be major consequences. Marcus and Damien are waiting on you."

Sam nodded, walking back into his and Marc's room, the two falling quiet, Sam pushed the door closed and fell onto his bed, screaming into the pillow. He felt a hand on his back.

"What's wrong, bud?" Damien asked.

"WHAT'S FUCKING WRONG, DAMIEN? You don't get it! I'm being put back into school, I lost both of my knives, I can't leave my room because I mentioned the bounty Carter put on me! And worst of all, I can't hunt Angels anymore!" Sam shouted. "And that probably means Marc won't be permitted to, either."

"Hey, it can't be that bad, you will be safer," Damien replied.

"No I'm not! I can't defend myself anymore! Once they find out I'm stuck here they'll wait until I'm alone or sleeping and ambush! This is horrible!" Sam shouted, fully stirring up and putting his head in his hands.

The door opened and Sam looked over. Hayley.

"You were in the hospital," she said. "So, blue scarf, what happened."

"I can't hunt anymore," Sam replied. "My mom took both of my knives, she said she's getting me back in school, I can't even protect myself and I have a bounty on my head thanks to Carter."

"Here," she said, tossing a small bag his way, Sam opened it. A knife.

"If my mom finds me with this I'm going to be dead, Hayley," Sam explained, throwing it back.

"It's not for you, idiot," she said, nodding to Sam's side, he looked over to see Damien had been sat next to him, Damien looked back at him in concern.

"No," Sam replied, throwing it back.

"Think about it, you're almost always around one of them, Marc has his weapons on him and is well suited to protect you, and Damien can keep it on him and just toss it your way if necessary," she replied.

"I don't want him with a weapon. I don't want Damien to hurt himself or anyone else," Sam replied. "His mental state isn't well suited to carry a weapon."

"Sam coming in with the smart words. But stop complaining. Your mom won't let you hold it, so Damien should be able to toss it your way if completely necessary. He doesn't have to use it," Marcus replied. Walking over to Hayley as se handed him the knife.

"And you know how well that mindset got us last time," Sam replied, he glanced over at Damien. It was his choice, obviously, but Sam was trying his hardest to turn him away from it.

"Marc," Damien said. He held out a hand and it was tossed over. "I swear only you will use this blade, Sam. Okay?"

"Dammit..." Sam mumbled under his breath, looking down.

"You guys don't screw things up for each other. Sam you're not a bad hunter and it's now up to us to get you back onto the field," Hayley explained. "Stay strong, dude. I'll try to get you out of the school building, I might exaggerate a bit. Your grandma should vouch for you too. Just let yourself relax."

Hayley left and shut the door and everything was quiet.

Sam felt like the world was falling apart. He was an easy target now, even if his friends were around with weapons drawn. If Sam had nowhere to go, he was screwed. He was trapped and it wouldn't be long until at least one Angel found out.

"I'll be back, I need to grab some food or something, want anything?" Marc asked, standing from where he's been sat on his bed and walking to the door.

"Just a water," Sam replied.

"Make that two," Damien said, Marc nodded and left. Sam fell back onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. "I know you'd rather I not have the knife, but your life is more important to me than my mental state."

"I knew you'd take it, anyways. Just try your best not to hurt yourself... in either way," Sam replied.

"I promise I'll try my best, let's find a movie, hm?" Damien asked.

"Yeah," Sam replied. Damien turned on the TV in Sam and Marc's room and flicked through Netflix for a bit.

It was Damien's choice and the two ended up watching The Road to El Dorado and Marcus rejoined them after a bit.

Sam fell asleep around the end, and after the day's events, it was a peaceful way to end his day, watching an animated movie with his best friends, the two people he cared the most about in the world.