Dark Secrets

Chapter Seven: Mitchel

I made my ways down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen, needing food. Pulling open the fridge, I heard someone breathe deeply.

There sat my mother at the table, smiling knowingly.

"So you hate Delilah," she asked.

"No. You know how I feel about her."

"Yes, I do. You love her. I want to know why you would tell her that you hate her."

"I told her I love her tonight."

"You didn't! You can't get the poor girls hopes up! Mitch you know you can't be together. You know what will happen."

"Axton will go after her. I know what father will do. I'll protect her."

"Are you sure you can?"

"I'll do anything to keep her safe. I need her."

"I know. Just keep her safe. She's our family."

"I know. I'm just glad she isn't blood family. That would be extremely creepy."

I chuckled to myself.

"This isn't the time for jokes. Keep her safe or you know what will happen. There's a reason I saved her."

"I know mom. You've told me a million times."

"Fallen angles are more powerful-"

"I said I remember!"

She nodded and stood up.

"You need your rest."

"I'm hungry. I just need something to eat then I'll be off to bed. I promise."

She kissed my forehead and headed upstairs. I assume she was going to bed.

"Good night mom," I called up after her. "Night."

I looked in the fridge for something descent to eat.

I saw some pepperoni pizza wrapped in plastic wrap. I grabbed that and opened it up. I opened the cupboard and pulled out a plate. Throwing the pizza on the plate, I put it in the microwave. Punching in the numbers 45.

The micro wave beeped. I pulled out my plate and headed up stairs. Grabbed a water bottle for both Delilah and I.

I reached my bedroom and walked in. I shook Delilah, waking her up. "Hungry?" She nodded