Broken Wings

Chapter Sixteen.

"Sorry." I mumble.

"What are you going in here?" He ask eyebrows raised.

"Oh my gosh. Look." I point towards the lights. "You know what this means?"

"Ok I'll bite. What does it mean?"

I realized that he's slowly walking me back in the room. I swallow the lump in my throat.

My leg hits a table. "We have electricity. Which means that there's so much we can do here."

"We?" He's standing right in front of me.

"Why are you so cryptic all the time?"

He sighs deeply and runs his hand though his hair. Looking up at him, I wonder what he looks like under all that hair. Slowly he turns around and looks at the room.

"Am I?"

I stare at him for a few seconds. "You know what? I'm going to find someone who will actually talk to me. Have a blessed day." I walk away from him. Almost making it to the door when he stops me.

"Did you have anything in the church that has to be replaced?"

Not turning around I answer. "Everything?" And continue walking.

I make it back to the infirmary just in time to see James coming out.

"Hey the kids are still asleep. I was thinking tomorrow we could find some bunk houses or something like that."

"Ok." Walking past him. He follows me in. "I ask Niall to take me to town but he said it was to late."

"Yeah we don't want anyone to see the headlights and try to follow us." That makes sense. "But I'll take you in the morning."

"We'll both go." I turn my head to see Harry walking in. I quickly turn my head and look at James.

"Sounds good. I'm going to bed. I'll be ready early. There's a few stops I want to make. If that's ok?"

"Sure thing."

"Thank you." I start walking back to where the kids are. Glancing over my shoulder once to see Harry watching me.

He can stare at me but not talk to me. I wonder what he's been through. It must have been bad to make him so cold. But haven't we all been through a lot.

My place is not to judge, so I won't. Maybe some day I'll figure it out. Or maybe I'll just leave it alone all together. Either way I'm not going to worry about it. God will work it out. And I'll do what I do best and pray.

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Harry's POV

I'm not cryptic. I sit on one of the benches. Why am I here? The message was lost a long time ago.

"I know you're not listening anymore. But Niall says you are so here it goes. Tell me what to do. Tell me why we're still here." I sigh heavily and look up. " I miss home. I miss my brothers. Fine you want to start over? That's great just bring us home!"

Nothing. "If by some miracle you're watching this. This is as bad as it gets. I can't see my wings anymore. I haven't tried to spread them in so long I forgot how. I'm losing it. You know, my faith. Do I still even have my grace? Please tell me what you want us to do. Talk to me father. Please." I feel the tears sting my eyes. As I'm wiping them away the lights flicker. I look up. Nothing.

I sigh wipe my eyes and walk out. Niall's afraid I'm getting to a point of no return. And I'm afraid he's right.