Voice of an Angel Cannot Be Broken

Chapter 2 - The Heart belongs at Home

Chapter 2 - The Heart belongs at Home

Music of Inspiration: Evanescence - Missing

I hadn't noticed that two different men had arrived and were watching the scene before them with blank faces; watching my reactions, which there were none of. They looked young, around 18 years old, both very muscalur but not overally and both about 6'1". The one on the right had dark brown spikey hair with really orange eyes. Hm, weird eyes, I though absently. The other on the left had blonde hair with dark chocolate brown eyes. Both were extremely handsome. If I wasn't trying to bottle my intense anger for the man groping me right now I probly would have blushed. But I've learnt that showing emotion only gets you hurt more.

"You're visitors are here I think." I said in a flat tone to Bruce who had worked his hand below the band of my school skirt and was about to get into my knickers. He suddenly turned taking his hands away from me, laughing slightly, but kept the sickening lustful smirk on his face, which was slightly flushed. As I looked at the two men again I noticed something that I hadn't before, they had an intricate designs tattooed on their faces in black ink, decorating the skin from the space between their eyebrows tracing right round above the eyebrows and eyes and ending just under the eyes.

"Good evening gentlemen. Sorry about that, the taste of her skin is enough to drive any creature crazy!" Bruce said laughing in a twisted way. My skirt was dishevelled and hiked up too high for comfort, my school shirt was ripped and buttons were popped to reveal my bra, I could feel blood oozing down my neck in a slow trickle from where he bit me and the bruises already forming on my waist and breast.

At this point all my emotion were clearly visible in my eyes, I could feel it. It was a weird thing that I knew too well. Any dark negative emotion that I felt, when they are reflected in my eyes, I could feel a burning sensation pulsing through my eye balls. My eyes would then begin to darken to a black. But that was the only tell-tale sign of any emotion on my whole being. If you were as idiotic as the 3 men that 'took care of us' at the orphanage, you wouldn't have noticed it. But something about these told me these two boys did.

"This is not what I expected at all... Why hide your emotion Evangeline? Why hide them...?" It was the one with blonde hair that had spoken, whilst looking me over; taking in my torn clothes, biten neck, raven black hair and finally my blank face with my burning hard eyes. His voice as light and musical as the wind caressing the tree on a hot summer's day but with an underlying edge that told you he was not to be messed with.

I was still confused over the fact that Bruce had used the word 'creature' instead of 'man', so when the boy infront of me had pin-point pointed my only defense measures, I felt weak and was about to let it all out, when I saw a flash of something in my mind, it was short blast one an image, but it was enough. It was my parents standing together smiling loving at me. When that picture came into my mind, I found a new strength that was greater than anything I had felt over the past years of abuse. That strength was received from love. Pure love. Not love for myself, but love from my parents.

With that new found strength I stood up straighter and looked Blondie in the eye without flinching when they hardend at the intensity of my gaze proving that even though I show no emotion, there is plenty of emotion there and at a great amount.

I could see he was taken aback at the intensity of my look and nodded slightly. "Lucian," he said to the dark haird boy beside him. At once the dark haired boy, Lucian, came around and placed his hand on my shoulder touching bare skin where Bruce had ripped my shirt. As his skin made contact with mine, I felt a shock and slow burning, not a painful one, but a pleasant one... His grip tightened slightly as he breathed in at my neck. Ok, that was kinda weird, I thought.