Angel of Light (A Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter 111: Minor Misunderstanding

Zak's Point of View

I watched Alicia as she headed toward the area of the restaurant the restrooms were located, and tried to wrap my mind around what had just happened.

"Zak, sweetie, I'm so sorry if I pushed too hard..." I heard my mom say from her side of the booth.

I looked at her as I sat down across from her, and couldn't help but feel a little upset.

"Mom, I know you're just trying to get to know her, but I told you that she has social anxiety, and has a hard time talking about her past," I said.

"I know," my mother replied sheepishly.

"Then why did you ask her about it? There are plenty of other things you could of asked her! Her hobbies, what she likes to do for fun, anything else!" I replied, my voice raising in volume slightly.

I didn't want to be angry with her, but I had warned her prior to allowing her to "hijack" my date with Alicia, and she had already went against it. I had wanted tonight to be a good thing, a celebration of Alicia and I having met six months ago and having bonded so well. But now, Alicia was in the restroom, most likely upset, and I wasn't entirely sure why.

"I'm sorry sweetie...you're right..." my mom started, letting out a sigh. "I didn't mean to bring up painful memories for her...I just wanted to make sure that she's really into the paranormal...for her own reasons..." my mother finished.

"Oh great...so you don't think your son is capable of judging someone for himself, so you're doing it for me," I said in annoyance.

"Zachary...I'm just looking out for you," she said. "You haven't been with anyone in over two years...all because of what Shannon-" she continued, but I cut her off.

"Don't mention her name," I quietly said, my anger rising.

I watched as my mother reached across the table and put both of her hands over one of mine.

"I just want you to be happy," she said softly. "I've been so worried about you...I don't want you to spend your life alone," she added.

I sighed quietly as I rubbed my forehead with my free hand, my anger starting to dissipate. I knew she meant well, but it would have been nice if the night didn't turn out like it had.

"Do you want me to go check on her...? Talk to her?" My mother asked.

"No...I'll go talk to her," I said softly.

Almost as soon as I stood up from the booth, I was surprised to see Alicia walking back toward us.

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Alicia's Point of View

When I had finally reached the restroom, I walked up to the nearest sink and turned on the faucet for cold water, and lightly splashed some on my face, and then looked at myself in the mirror.

Why did Emily look so upset?

"Emily...are you here?" I asked softly, glancing around the bathroom.

No response.

I sighed quietly, hating this part of the paranormal. The part where spirits can seemingly be there at one point, but then gone the next.

As I turned off the faucet and dried my hands with some paper towel, I tried to wrap my head around why Emily would have been upset, but I couldn't think of a single reason. The only logical explanation that came to me was that it was just because I had been talking about our parents death, and then hers.

At that realization, I suddenly felt like a fool. It seemed so obvious now, and I had let it affect me to the point that I had been afraid of Nancy's reaction if she had known the truth. Despite the fact that her son had been dealing with the paranormal for years.