Angel

~Chapter 4~

I know it's been a while but college is more work than it says on the tin. Easter Hols at the moment so i'll hopefully be able to upload a couple more times before it's over.

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~Chapter 4~

The bag of frozen peas were starting to make my head go numb. This was the only warning that i had before the searing brain-freeze headache started. I squealed slightly.

Sam was staring at me, fighting back laughter.

"Shut up." I warned.

He held up his hands in surrender. "Sorry." He paused. The way he was looking at me changed slightly. "I just forgot how clumsy you can be." At first what he had said didn't really register.

"Forgot?" I watched Sam as he bit his lip. He realised his mistake too late. "What do you mean forgot?"

There was a heavy long silence as Sam mentally debated what to say next to make me even less freaked. "I...well...can you sit down please? I don't want you collapsing when i tell you, you might hurt yourself even more." I was highly offended...but at the same time, intrigued. I took the seat opposite him at the dining room table and put the frozen peas on the table. "If i tell you everything, will you try to believe and understand me?"

"Try is the important word in that question." I told him. He didn't start talking, waiting for my answer still. "Yes, i'll try." Okay, what was i doing? I had no idea why i was allowing this freak to stay in my house and why i'd agreed to listen to him. But something inside me wanted him here. Wanted to know his story.

"Last night wasn't the first time that i've been here." For some reason, that didn't surprise me. I guess i'd already figured that out. "Taking it better than i originally thought." He muttered to himself as he mockingly made a note of this on a clean sheet of paper he'd removed from his backpack along with several History textbooks and a few pens and pencils...clearly he'd been prepared to act out his whole charade if my mum hadn't left so soon.

"When was the last time?" I prompted. Trying not to get impatient and agitated and anger this beautiful stranger.

"Three years ago...but that wasn't the first." I stared at him. Speechless. "Isadora..."

"How do you know my name?" I pulled back realising that since i'd sat down i'd been leaning in towards him, like metal being pulled to a magnet.

"I'm your Guardian Angel, i know a lot more than just your legal first name." He told me with a smile. "Isadora," he turned serious, his blue eyes locking onto mine, looking into my soul. "I was assigned to protect you the moment that your father was murdered." My heartbeat double with those words.

I stood up. "Get out." I told him. He didn't move. Stared at me with concern knowing he'd hit a nerve. "You'd better fucking listen to me this time...GET OUT!" I screamed it, tears streaming down my face.

"Izzy." His tone was warm, sincere, comforting. He stood up and moved to approach me.

"Don't come any closer to me and don't call me that!!!"

"Sorry...I...I forgot." I stared at him dumbfounded.

"You forgot?! You forgot that that's what my dad called me. Because you clearly know that!" My breath was coming fast and quick. My chest rising and falling. Tears falling rapidly from my cheeks and onto my shirt. My nose started to run. "I don't know how you know my dad's name for me, the way your looking at me tells me you know that. But if you're gonna come into my house and pretend you know everything about my life you psychotic freak, you'd better get your facts straight. My dad died of a heartattack outside the local supermarket. Now get out before i call the police."