fallen

VII

"what did you just say?"

my best friend, miranda, spits out her water. i stifle my laughter as water drips from her lip down her chin. her face is in pure shock as i scratch the back of my neck.

"that shawn ki-"

"kissed you, yeah. i got that."

she begins to smile wide, punching me in the shoulder.

"i can't believe my best friend got kissed by the hottest guy in brookestone. you go!"

i roll my eyes, my cheeks flushing, i can't believe he's my first kiss. how the hell am i supposed to react to all this? him being a fallen angel, being my first kiss, and having all these strange occurrences.

"well, happy thanksgiving hoe. be thankful for that kiss!"

i laugh, smiling at the memory. it was nice, i won't lie. time dreaded on, i grow impatient to have the day over with, as the school day came to a close. shawn never turned up, must be because of last night. after dropping my stuff of at my house, my dad at work, i walk to his house.

knocking gently, the door opens in an instant.

"shawn?"

there was no one in the doorway, the house looked practically empty. but hey, it was two times the size of my house, why wouldn't it be if shawn was the only one living in it?

"hello?"

i shout, no one responds, just dead silence. as i wait, i sigh, must be out. i turn away, only to have my wrist being pulled back behind me. i almost fall on my back before i realize i've been caught. i look down to my wrist, a black skinned hand.

thin long fingers with dark red claws, gripped my wrist, i didn't feel scared. no reason why, but i look up, seeing the beautiful darkness that took my breath away.

"about time you answered."

i laugh, standing up, he lets go of me. his hands turning back to normal, but his horns still stuck out. he had a look of anger, i pout, slowly hugging him.

"why are you mad? don't be mad."

i rub his back, feeling the indents of where his wings retract and open.

"i'm not mad, i'm just..."

i pull away from him, his anger passing, but more of frustration.

"there's something i need to deal with."

he walks away from me and upstairs, i sigh, my head was hurting like hell. it's been this way for a while ever since shawn showed up, my back ached a bit. i decide to take a seat on his couch, my body easing up, i close my eyes. before i can fall asleep his door flies open, the loud bang causes me to jolt up. there stood my father, he looked over to me, no emotion.

what. the. hell. is going on. he runs upstairs to shawn, oh fuck my life.

"dad, no!"

i scream, i run after him, as i hear grunting coming from one room down the hall. i stop running, seeing shawn and alex fighting.

"stop!"

my voice is higher than i could have ever imagined, causing their eardrums to hurt. they stop, covering their ears and groaning. in the time of their pain, i push my father away, separating the two. glancing at shawn, my chest curling, seeing black blood drip from his forehead. and his busted lip, my dad on the other hand, had his eye bruised.

along with just above his eyebrow a scar taking place.

"what the fuck is going on?"

the anger in my voice was palpable, both of the two didn't know what to say to me. i stare down my father, he of all people, should tell me the truth.