Fallen Angels

Chapter Six

Sins destroy the heart the same way poison destroys the body.

The drive to Shauna's Ice Cream Shop was as silent as a winter morning. I constantly checked my phone for any calls or texts from my mom declaring that she knew I had snuck out, but my phone was free from any disturbances.
     Although, if my mom had found out I'd snuck out, she'd probably track my phone rather than call since I wasn't the type of girl to sneak out in the middle of the night, especially with a big. She would probably think I was kidnapped rather than think I'd snuck out willingly.
     "Will you relax?!" Dante suddenly said, breaking my train of thought. "I promise she won't find out you snuck out."
     "That's reassuring," I murmured sarcastically. "I feel a lot better now." I felt uneasy being alone in the car with him. Being in my room with him was different from this because my mom was in the house and I had so many hidden objects that I could use against him. If he tried some funky business here, I was completely vulnerable.
     "If you, want I can take you back," he offered after finally noticing how perturbed I was.
     "I want you to take me back." I was eager to get back home and flop down in bed to pretend this night had never happened. Sure we got close, but that didn't stop the strange feeling I got in the pit of my stomach.
     "Very well," said Dante, glancing in my direction. "Do you not trust me?" He then added, as if an afterthought.
     "Eyes on the road!" I panicked trying to avoid the question at all cost.
     If the answer wasn't obvious, no, I didn't trust him. Not even close. He might've opened up to me, and I to him, and he even might've saved me from Seth, but there was still something about him that twisted every bone in my body.
     Call me a bitch but Dante didn't seem like the type of guy to do something for others unless he benefited from it. Or maybe he just wanted a friend—yeah, right! The guy's got a handsome blond as his friend, I doubted he needed someone like me to be at his side.
     "Come on," he chuckled at my expression and reached over to ruffle my hair, surprising me at the small gesture of affection. "Lighten up, I swear I'm a safe driver."
     "If you were a safe driver then you'd put your eyes back on the road and both hands on the steering wheel."
     He smirked and glanced at the road for what must've been a second then turned it back over towards me. "There, I put my eyes back on the road like you wanted."
     B-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-P
     The sound of a car horn made Dante's attention snap back towards the road, but even so, it was far too late for him to react.
     He jerked the wheel to the side, making the car swivel to the side so that the car collided on my side. The impact made the car flip over and over until we hung down from our seats.
     At this point my vision had become hazy and I'd felt blood trickling down my head. The adrenaline pulsing through me was what kept me from feeling anything.
     I reached to unbuckle the seatbelt but it wouldn't budge. Glass lied everywhere and my whole body felt numb. My whole world was spinning making it diffiicult to see anything clearly.
     I looked over at Dante, my neck aching at the movement. Blood was dripping onto the hood of the car from the side of his head, and at that moment I could still hear our arguement before we'd left my house earlier.
     "We're not going anywhere untill you put your seatbelt on!" Dante had declared furiously, but I wasn't in the mood, and putting a seatbelt on would have only made me feel more claustrophobic.
     "It's not cool wearing seatbelts." I had claimed stubbornly. "No one wears them anymore."
     "Oh yeah? Well you're gonna be looking real cool when you're flying out that window if we crash."
     In the end, he'd won the argument, and now I was thankful that he'd made me buckle up, otherwise I probably would have flown out the window.
     "Dante?" I croaked out, reaching out to feel his pulse. I didn't know where his pulse was, but from watching movies I had a pretty good idea. I put two fingers to the side of his neck feeling for the beat of his heart, but I didn't feel anything but the warmth of his skin.
     In this moment, the smell of gas made my eyes widen. "Dante, you need to get out!" I begun to panic, attempting to unbuckle my seatbelt.
     My thoughts roamed off to Mom as my body fought my brain to let go, and sure enough, sleep slowly took over my body, and my thoughts faded to black.