Blood Related

Chapter 2

05:30 just like that my day starts again, jumping up and into the shower, storming out forgetting to brush teeth then running back. It’s just another day for me just a new case

06:15 I’m finally out the house.

“Late again your majesty! If it is too early to work you can talk to Dr. Steward, I’m sure he will understand you need your beauty sleep” Dr. Steward is the chef in charge of Rose Fall Clinic and needless to say my boss.

“Good morning Sara, do you have what I asked you for?” Sara was lying on her chair slowly sipping her black coffee. Her long brown hair was wildly tied into a knot; lose pieces hanging not neatly, with her green eyes surrounded with yesterday’s smudged mascara. “You are such a pretty girl when you aren’t hung over” I comment as I observed her pink bunny slippers. “Good morning boss, why are you screaming?” I walked over to her and bend over the desk leaning in as close as I could without falling over. “I’m sorry, did you get what I asked for” I softly whispered. “Jip however if you want a more detailed back ground I think you should call his sister”. “Wait what? His sister? He didn’t say anything about a sister. In all the stories he told it was just him and his parents” I took her cup of coffee and took a big sip; I don’t like it however I think I’ll need it. “His mother and father adopted a young girl three years ago; she is 9 years old now. His parents died a year after and he had to raise her. He was only 18 when they passed on” grabbing the files I quickly walk to his room. Ray was sitting at the table eating his breakfast with a smile on his face.

“Good morning Ray, did you sleep well?” my present seemed to make him even more cheerful. “Good morning Dr. Thorn, I had an incredible night rest I feel like a million dollars. His face even more innocent and angelic then yesterday, could it be that he might have a split personality. “Did you have any dreams?” I aimed to start the conversation without sounding like a psychologist, clearly not succeeding. Ray turned to his plate and ate faster, possibly to avoid talking to me. “I had the sweetest dream last night. I dreamed I was an angel with big red wings flying through the heavens on a unicorn. I only wore a long black lace gown and it was snowing, and it wasn’t even cold” I started as I crossed my legs and leaned against the wall. I wasn’t lying, however the dream was not sweet it was unsettling. This approach did not work like it did yesterday and he continued to ignore me while eating. I read his file pretending not to note every move a sigh he made. After he finished his food he turned to me a stared at me, and finally burst into laughter. My face queued him to speak when I lifted my eye brow. “You as a fire angel, that I can imagine. On a unicorn that spoils the whole carefree death angel vibe you send out”. The fact that he compared me to a death angel was shocking, I know that guy and he is rough around every edge. “Why do I remind you of the death angel?” my shock spoke louder than I thought for his face sad and soft. “Your face speaks of ageless beauty and your poseur shines endless strong power, power you are scared of. Your eyes however is darkened by forced quilt and sorrow as if you have been forced to pluck more than one infant from his mother arms and engrave its name on her broken heart”. His words awakened a unsettling pain in my chest forcing tears from my stone eyes as I try to assure him that is not the case. “I’m Anemone, a psychologist. Born and raised in Brooklyn by my mother who mourned my father’s untimely death. I was not blessed with brothers or sisters since I was my mother’s first born and almost the end of her. That is who I am not a death angel”. My past is cruel, however the true death angel’s past is equally cruel as his past. “I’m Ray, a wana-be chef. Son to a loving mother and father, whose untimely death, engraved their pain into my heart. I also write poetry when I’m in love for I know now other way of intimate conversation.” He spoke as if he felt guilty for making me open my heart so much. Again there is no word of a sister. “Maike, that a pretty name don’t you think” the name slapped him in the face like a star that struck the moon. “I like your name more” he whispered softly.

I rush of relief came over me since I was scared I’m going to force him to shut down again. “Ray, what happened to you? Did someone hurt you”. His eyes shifted left and right so fast that if you did not know to look for it one would not see it. “After my parents death I did not know how to cope so I cut myself to make the pain go away” his foot taping on the floor and hands clasping over each other in order to keep still was a clear indication that he had no intention to speak the truth. “I’m going to leave now and see if I can talk to Maike.” I waved at Ray and stormed toward the door. his reaction shocked me even if I was expecting it. “I cut myself! The pain had to go away. It felt so good when the blood rushed from my chest. I did not think I just cut” Ray screamed after me as I walked away and shut the door.

“Thorn!” the loud rough voice broke my concentration and I bit my lip wondering what I did wrong this time. “Dr. Steward, how are you? Did you and the kids have fun in Russia last week?” Dr. Steward’s children is his pride and joy and most of the psychologists escape code when they were about to be scolded. “Why haven’t you start Ray on his medication yet? And you did not attend to one of my patient in that week I was gone, as well as you didn’t attend one board meeting” Dr. Steward scolded with his harsh angered voice. “Wow! I really have been a naughty girl in that week; I’ll pick up the kids for a week to make up for my mistakes. I am deeply truly sorry” I flashed my I’m running away now smile and gun for my office door. “Anemone Thorn don’t you dare” Dr. Steward growled sending shivers down my spine. There is no other choice I have to stand in front of that enormous giant of a man while he scolds me with his earth shaking voice and glare down at me with his ‘you disappoint me’ green eyes. “I only had three patients for you to handle while I’m not here as well as there was only two board meetings you had to attend”. “It was couple counseling so it was six patients” I said softly looking at him while keeping my head down trying to pull my ‘please forgive’ me sad face. “You can’t become chef when you keep acting like this and shrieking your responsibility” Dr. Steward said more softly and walked away with his head hanging from his strong shoulders. Speechless I glared at the files Dr. Steward left on the chair. ‘Anemone, give it your best’ the note attached read. I had no idea his intention was to groom me to become chef. Never mind since when did he think about stepping down, I though he will work until he drops dead in front of his patients and leave a note to send them to me for post-traumatic-stress. No he is spewing nonsense of me not being able to be a chef if I shriek my responsibilities. “Wait! I will go and find a full length mirror to place in front of you that you can see that face. It is hideous!” Sara giggled as she walked past me with an army hat in her hands. “This showed up in your office while you were busy with Ray, don’t ask me from whom” Sara tossed the military hat in my hand and ran of giggling when one of the male psychologist walked in.

What the hell is up with the hat, I don’t know anyone from the military. Involuntarily Nikita’s face popped up, her face rough and scared with mud and blood. She had on a long dirt brown tank-top, most likely to have been white in the past. A long blood spatter decorated her torso, yet there was no sign that the shirt was thorn. Shaking of the feeling of dirt and blood on me I walked away and started with my paper work.

Hours past quietly as the heap of work narrowed down. At once it felt like someone grabbed my heart and my eyes blurred, I know what is coming I just don’t understand why. In less than a split second he was standing in front of me, a long strong man with wild long black hair. His muscles giving the idea he is tens and extremely burdened. He wore pure black, a buttoned shirt and long suit pants. His jacket hung over his shoulder covering his tightened shoulder and back muscles. “Don’t get involved” a soft dark voice rung in my ears. My chest froze as my breath was stolen from me when he glared at me over his one shoulder and his cold frozen blue eyes chilled my soul. The angel of death, what did I do to piss him off.

My soul still frozen and my heart clamped by my fear and the encounter with death remained so. The ice broke from my soul and the fear crumbled from my heart when I came up to my door and Nikita asked me what happened at work. “You always punch me when I’m home” I grinned at her holding my stomach. “That’s because you always ignore me”. Nikita was sitting on the wall securing my pouch. Her one leg hung from the wall while she was hugging the other one against her chest. Her arms crossed around her leg lead to hands entangled with the chain of the dog tag hanging from her little finger. “Wait! You know that I ignore you when you are stalking my door” I gasped as I asked the question. “Yes, of course” Nikita replied rudely and shimmered with the air until my mind had to sketch her from memory.

“The death angel warning me and a ghost who couldn’t remember me after stalking me for a year now being able to. This is bad news.”