The Devil's Angel (paused)

Chapter 1

When I woke up I was in my room. I stood up from the mattress I was laying on and walked out the door and down the stairs to prepare breakfast for my father. After I had everything finished and set the table my father walked into the kitchen where I sadly still stood. He didn't even look at me as he sat down and started eating so I started to leave the the kitchen and go to the safety of my room. But luck just wasn't with me.

"Where do you think you're going?", he asked.

"To my room", I answered silently.

"Did I allow you to go upstairs?" His voice was angry now.

"No", I replied while he finished his food.

He stood up and threw the now empty plate in my direction and I didn't doge it. I once did and that had made him even more angry at me so I didn't protect my body in any way. The plate hit my forehead and shattered. I was sure that some of its pieces where stuck inside my skin 'cause I could feel the terrible sting on my forehead and the blood dripping down to my eyebrows.

"Don't do anything without my consent or else I will punish you. How about I show a short preview of what said punishment could be?" An evil smirk made its way onto his face.

He came over to me and slapped me right in the face and then he pushed me to the ground and started to kick and punch me several times. After a few minutes I didn't feel it as much as when it started and my body started to shut down. I just laid there and let my father punch and kick me 'til he was satisfied. Eventually he stood back up from his kneeling position next to me and left the house. I slowly sat up and made my way upstairs and into my own bathroom that was attached to my bedroom. My father didn't want us to share the same bathroom so he always made sure that the both of us had our own bathrooms. I didn't know the reason and I didn't have the courage to ask him.

I took the first-aid kit out and started to tend to my fresh wounds. I had a deep scratch on my forehead and my torso was mostly black, blue and purple. Some of my ribs seemed to be brocken too but it didn't seem to be to bad so I just bandaged it after applying some ointment. When I was finished everything turned black.

It was my first day of school when I left the small house of ours in the morning. I had to walk to school because I hadn't enough money to buy myself a bus ticket or a bike. Luckily it was my last year of highschool but I knew that I wouldn't be able to go to college because I didn't have enough money and even if I did my father would never allow it. He would beat me even more if I mentioned something that was related to leaving him.

So like I said I was on my way to school after I prepared some breakfast for my father and made sure that I left the house as soon as he came out of his bedroom. I really didn't want to be slapped in the morning.

As I arrived at the school building I went inside and into the secretary's office to get my schedule and books. I thanked the old lady behind the counter and made my way out of the office to search for my classroom. After being completely lost for about ten minutes I finally found the room. The teacher was already there at his desk and sorting out papers. Just a few students were already inside the room and sitting on their desks while talking to another. So I just walked up to the teacher while the students filled into the classroom.

"You must be Jackson Hunter, the new student, right?", the teacher asked as he finally noticed me standing next to him.

"Yes, that's me", I answered kindly and in a small voice that was barely heard.

"Then take one of the free seats", he told me and gestured to the class.

I made my way through the class while most of the students kept starring at me but I tried to ignore the stars. When I got to a free seat in the last row near the window I sat down, took my things out and listened to the teacher.

When the bell rang I stood up and left the room with my belongings. I made my way through the halls and to my locker in which I put my books that I didn't need for the next lesson which was English. So I took my English books and put them in my bag and went to the classroom. Again I went over to the teacher but this time he wanted me to introduce myself to the class as everyone was seated. I stood in front of the class as I started to speak.

"Hello everyone. My name is Jackson Hunter. Nice to meet you."

"Where did you come from? It isn't normal to change schools in the middle of the year", someone said.

"My dad got new work so we moved hear from England", I explained.

"Well, Mr. Hunter please take a seat", the teacher said.

I did as I was told and sat down in one of the empty seats. The day went an without anything happening like it always does. After my last class was over I made my way through the halls and to my locker as I bumped into something or rather someone.

"I-I'm s-sorry. I d-didn't look w-where I was g-going", I stuttered while still looking at the ground.

The person I bumped into kept quiet for a few seconds. He inhaled deeply before answering me.

"Don't apologize. It's nothing so don't worry."

Something in his voice made me want to see who this beautiful voice belonged to so I did.

"Did I just call his voice beautiful? A voice can't be beautiful!", I thought.

He had black hair and almost black eyes too. He seemed very muscular from what I could see through his black t-shirt. His skin was very pale and almost looked white as snow. To sum it up he just looked breathtaking and gorgeous. As soon as I looked into his eyes I felt the world stop. I knew that it wasn't possible for time to stop but I swore that in that exact moment it did. It was as if we were the only ones on this whole planet and I couldn't look away from his eyes. Something seemed to be drawing me in and I felt my whole body relaxing. The last thing I remembered was that I suddenly fell forward and lost conscious.  

I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I sat up and looked around. The walls where plain white but there was a black dresser to my right. In front of me was a door and next to the large, black dresser was a second door. To my left was a large window that was covered with black curtains and in front of the window stood a black desk and a chair. I sat in a really large bed with black covers and pillows.

Suddenly the door to my right opened and the boy or rather man I bumped into earlier came with a damp cloth and a bowl of cold water towards me. He seated himself next to me on the edge of the bed.

"You should lay back down and rest. You have a fever", he said softly and pushed me back down on the bed so that I was laying on my back again.

Then he took the cloth and put it on my forehead. It was cool and felt really good.

"Where am I and who are you?", I asked while opening my eyes which I had not realised I had closed and looked at the handsome stranger who was taking care of me.

"You are at my house and in my bedroom. I'm Brian Carlisle and what is your name, Angel?", he answered smirking.

I blushed at the nickname but answered none the less. "My name's Jackson Hunter and why am I at your house and why am I sick? The last thing I remember is bumping into you after school and looking into your eyes."

"You lost consciousness and fell right into my arms so I simply picked you up and brought you to my house since you were burning up and I didn't know where you live", he explained.

I nodded and felt my eyes drooping.

"It's alright. Go back to sleep, Angel", he said reassuringly.

"My name's not..." I didn't get to finish the sentence because I fell asleep while talking.

Brians scent was all around me and relaxed me somehow. So it wasn't a big surprise that I fell asleep that fast.