Transported

20. Justice

I woke up the next morning to a voice on a radio, it was Angel's radio that was no longer playing the soothing music. Then I realised, I was lying on Angel's bed, holding his hand which was quite sweaty. Another thing I realised, Wendy never came to visit us in Angel's room, not even to tell me I had to leave. She let me sleep in the same room as Angel, after what she saw? I shrugged and closed my eyes again, I wanted to sleep my Saturday away.

"Sean Watson, accused of murdering a politician from the United States has been announced guilty and will be sentenced with the electric chair this afternoon,"

I sat up, Sean was dead. I could have done or said something... but I didn't. I felt a twisted feeling of guilt in my stomach and ran out Angel's bedroom. I hung over the toilet, preparing for the vomit that was about come from the back of my throat. Nothing came out. I held my stomach as I heaved myself up. Then I came back into Angel's room. This time, he was awake.

"You alright?" he asked. I nodded. "You seem pale, lie down here," he stood up and grabbed my hand, guiding me towards the bed. I let him guide me and lay down, with my head resting gently on the pillow.

"Sean... Sean Watson... he's not guilty..." my eyes were closed, I felt weak, I breathed out those words so Angel could get the message. He understood straight away.

"Shhh..." he ran his fingers through my hair. "It wasn't your fault," he whispered.

"I could have done something about it," my voice was muffled since my head was dug into a cushion, my voice was also quite inconsistent in it's pitch because I was crying slightly.

"But you have a reason you didn't do something about it," he whispered. I felt dizzy and weak, closed my eyes and fell asleep again.

"What you did last night put you both in danger," Wendy announced. It was the afternoon and Angel and I were sitting in chairs on the other side of the desk. We had some clean clothes on rather than the ones ruined by the rain. "I had no idea where you were!

"Sorry Wendy," Angel said. But that didn't stop her.

I understand that you two were not keen on a school dance or a little party here, but it was just for one night." Wendy was understanding and did have a point there, but we never had a choice for anything, being and orphan and a care kid, we just got pushed around without getting any say.

"Another thing, I heard you have been skiving from lessons too! A student pointed it out and the staff then came to realise it." Someone clearly was not happy with us, Kieran told on us, now another kid snitching about us leaving lessons! "So they said that on Monday, that you will have isolation all morning."

When I turned to look at Angel, he was biting his lip, he was scared, I had to get him out of this.

"Wendy, it was my idea. I told Angel to come with me. He doesn't need to get isolation in school," I explained.

"That's quite courageous of you but Angel knows how to behave, he takes responsibility for his own actions," Wendy was harsh and somehow always had a reason for it. I tried getting Angel out of trouble but it didn't quite work.

"As a punishment for skiving the dance, you two should be grounded," no, she couldn't do that. "But I decided that instead, you are not allowed to watch TV, no iPods and no phones." I made a face, how would I survive without my gadgets? Oh well... I guess I deserved it. Then I remembered, we were not grounded. We were still allowed to leave the house.

Being grounded was terrible, being stuck in that house was the worst possible punishment. Kids running and screaming around you, no privacy.

"You may leave but Marilyn, stay here." Angel got up from his seat and walked out the door, avoiding eye contact with me.