His Guardian Demon

Chapter Two

Landing roughly on the hot sands of home, I shakily stood up and began to make my way to the housing chambers. My back was still burning, but it was more like a small fire in my bones rather than TNT being placed inside me and lit.

Chest heaving, I pushed open the door and came face-to-face with Domi, my best friend.

"Asher!! What happened?" Domi asked as he draped my arm across his shoulders and helped me walk inside.

"I don't know," I answered. "Some guy just walked up to me and he was asking if I was okay and then he touched me and–"

"Wait, wait, wait," Domi said as he held up a hand. "this guy could see you? And not only see you, but touch you?"

"Yeah, it was weird. I've never heard of a person like that." I said as I whipped my shirt off, grinding my teeth as my back screamed in protest. I laid down on my stomach, not daring to try and sleep on my back.

Domi frowned, seemingly deep in thought. "Okay, well, have a terrible sleep, Ash."

"You too, Domi."

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on anything other than the throbbing in my back.

***

"Oh my God, Winnie! What happened to you?" I cringed as I heard my mother's voice fill my ears. I was hoping to sneak off into my room unnoticed. Unfortunately, my mother saw the various cuts on my face that came about when I flew into the road because of the explosion.

The explosion.

What was that about? All I did was try to help someone. Did he set off a bomb or something? No, he couldn't have. He didn't move his hands to push any buttons. Besides, that wouldn't explain the light. 

I let my mom drag me to the bathroom and sit me down on the toilet lid. I watched her frantic movements as she searched for something to clean my still-bleeding cuts with. She pushed a loose strand of long blonde hair behind her ear.

"Sammy, where's the peroxide?" She called to my dad.

"Should be in the back of the cabinet, Sammy," my dad called back.

My mother looked where my father instructed and pulled out not only the peroxide, but seven cotton balls, a cloth, some Neosporin, and a few bandages.

Dabbing peroxide on one of the balls, my mom gingerly began to clean the cut above my left eye.

"What happened, Winnie?"

"I fell down."

My mom looked at me and raised both her eyebrows. "You don't get this cut up from falling," she said as she discarded the cotton ball and grabbed a new one.

"You do if you face-plant."

My father, who had brought me an ice pack to put on my bruising cheek, laughed when he heard me. "Winston, my boy, you never run out of counter-arguments, do you?"

I smiled and shook my head.

"Winnie, stop moving. Sammy, stop making him move," my mother commanded. My dad laughed and left to go finish cooking dinner.

"Winnie, what really happened? Was it those two boys from school again?"

"Mom, I told you what happened. I fell down on the sidewalk," I said, voice slightly muffled by the cloth being pressed against my lip. "Nothing else happened."

Mom pursed her lips, but let the subject drop for now. Standing up, I gave her a hug before heading to my room.

My room was across the hall from the study. Photos of sunsets from various rooftops littered my pale blue walls. My bed was pushed into the corner of the room. Under my window was my desk, barren except for my laptop, my camera, and the odd pencil or two. Across the room was my bookshelf. It was where I kept all of my notebooks, photo albums, and movies (in addition to actual books). Across from my desk and next to my closet was my dresser.

I sat down at my desk and thought about everything that had happened that day. First, there was the encounter with Marcus Donner. Luckily his friend, Tyler Elms, wasn't there today.

Second, there was my visit to Daisy. I smiled as I thought of that sweet little old lady. It's a shame none of her children came to see her in the hospital.

And the grand finale that was my day, the mysterious boy on the bridge. Who was he? I had never seen him before. He looked to be about my age, maybe he's a transfer student? I wished I had gotten a better look at his face.

Yeah, he's just new. I'll have to look for him when I get back to school.

Just then, there was a knock at my door. "Winston, dinner's ready."

"Okay, Dad," I replied, getting up and shutting my door behind me. I didn't think about that boy for the rest of the night.

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Chapter two complete! Thoughts? Questions? Well, questions that I can answer and not have it ruin the plot?

Bye Bye, everybody! Goodbye!