Living A Miric- Hell (Angels)

chapter 8

“Crysta don't lie,” I was now leaning my forehead on my palm. He kept trying to look under my hood and into my eyes.

“No, I'm not lying. Were not broken up,” I sighed, “ we were never together,” I wasn't totally sure if we were together or not.

“Okay. Then were is George?” The faces came even closer, filled with curiosity.

“No where,” I sniffed quietly enough that only he and I heard.. Why was I getting emotional, I would never know. I fairly knew this billionaire man who looked like super model and acted a hundred times his age. The only other time I cried is when I found out I was leaving the state of Texas. I dint come out for my room for three weeks, until we moved, unless I used to bathroom or took food to my room. I came out healthy and even more underweight than I was before.

I took a deep breath, “he said he would be gone for a week.”

“How long ago was that?” He waved his hand in a failed attempt to get me to look at him.

“He left some time in the middle of last week.  I found the note then,” I smiled, briefly, then frowned. Luckily for me he didn't see my smile. I sighed when the bell rang.

Art today was a free draw based on a subject. I got the emotion group, so I picked anger.

My draft drawing was a demon morphing in between human and demon form. The human was a man with black hair. He was baring his teeth. He looked even more sinister in his demon form. In his demon form form he was crushing a pole and in his human form he held a sword with a dragon shaped hilt that glowed an ugly gray. The background was a burning palace surrounded by lava. The projects medium was made of acrylic.

When fifth hour came around, I couldn't focus. Luckily this time I didn't get called on.

When the bell rang I was the first out the door and towards my camero. When I got home, after declining Sams' twelve attempts to call me, I opened my front door. Like I just walked up and opened it.

I could have sworn I locked it this morning.

I grabbed the hiking stick I found in my moms' unwanted things stash, and listened closely for any sounds while holding it above my head. Somebody was shuffling in the kitchen. When I turned the corner, I about bashed Georges head open. Instead he grabbed the stick, twisted my arm to get it out of my hand, and set it against my kitchen counter. Luckily nobody was hurt.

“hey gorgeous,” somehow I managed to blush, mostly from almost hitting him in the face. I rubbed my arm and set my bag down on the counter. I then hugged him. After a short while I backed up, the warmth from his body disappearing from my veins.

“your back early?” I smiled, brightly, liking that idea, “ oh, and I was wondering where u live, because for being gone that long u had to have a place to live and stay. I mean u can just always hang with me a lot.”

he tensed up, quickly relaxing with a stupid grin on his face. I looked at him knowing I really don't want to hear his next words.

“okay, I'm only a few hours late, but have u read the story of r...”

“yes I did and don't tell me it applies to my life because I read it freshman year.”

“How did u know I was going to say that story, for all you knew I was going to say the story called raised by a dog or something,” he smiled.
“i don't even know that book,”

“me neither,” he smiled again,” anyway if your wondering why I cant get enough of being with you, lets just say, love works were two people love each other so much they cant get rid of one another.”

“and then they die at the end. You and I are going to die. Seriously though, where do u I've. I'm not changing my concern about you being rich but possibly homeless. Just because you want to be near me doesn't mean I'm changing my thoughts,” I could tell he didn't want to talk about it.

“hopefully we both are not dead at the end of this”

“George!”

“i live in a place you wont think of,”

“is it a house?” I guessed, trying to get him to talk.

“sort of,” he looked at my hand I had placed in his. They were extremely smooth like they never seen work. No scars, no calluses, nothing. Mine has seen a lot of damage. I have scars from sword practice, knives and the occasional fist fight I had at school once or twice, all littered my arms and hands.

What was weird on him is that if I looked at him long enough I could see a faint shiny blue glow.

He moved my chin up with his hand, “look, Crysta, its a place in a world your little mind cant handle.”

“Little?” I rose my right eyebrow,
“excuse me sir, but my mind is not little.”

he smiled as he caught a wadded up piece of paper of him I threw.

Suddenly the realization hit my slowly as he unraveled it with careful hands. The paper was one I drew of a bust portrait of him. ?Its all colored from chest up in prisma colors.

“No don't open it!” I tried my best to snatch it out of his hands he held it out of my reach and opened it all the way. When he turned to me the frown on his face almost made me cry.

“Why did you wad this up?” George straitened it on the counter till it magically had no wrinkles and looked like a brand new crisp clean paper. He looked in my kitchen drawers for a magnet. When he found one he stuck it on the fridge.

“i don't know,” I finally managed to say. My eyes looked at the floor. One of his hands cupped my chin and lifted it till I was looking in his eyes. He kissed my forehead and hugged me.

“Don't feel ashamed, I'm not mad.”

I nodded.

“By the way,” his voice was smooth, calming, yet full of alert, “am I your boyfriend?”

“What!” now I was more aware of things, because that was seriously out of the blue.

“Am I your boyfriend?” he asked a little louder.

“You were watching me?” That was another shock.

He nodded, “like I said before, watching you twenty four – seven.” his smile grew.

“why didn't you help me?” I was now confused, angry, or both. I couldn't tell which.

“You weren't in any immediate danger. I had no point to help with depressed feelings, plus I was busy.” he spoke very slow.

I nodded, since it was true I was only depressed a little. If I was hurt or dyeing he would find a way to help. George lifted my chin and kissed me.

Electric pulses surged through my veins.

It made me angry but at the same time it was funny that he had to bend over to kiss me. I wasn't angry for long since the kiss was brief, causing all my sudden feelings to stop and leave me in a daze. I shook my head, turned around, and headed for the shower. When I was at the closet in my room, I heard his beautiful voice that opened up a spark.

“Then I guess were together,” when I looked in the kitchen he was gone.
The shower helped a lot. I made a mental list about his sudden disappearing, his mysterious blue shine, and a few other things.

I woke up the next morning expecting a good day, which it clearly was not. The rain pounding against my roof proved it was a bad day at the very start. When I walked outside, I realized my drivers front side tire was slashed and totally flat. When I realized I also had no spare, I grabbed my back pack and walked inside. I walked through my garage filled with boxes looking for a skateboard. Instead I found a pair of old roller blades. I walked outside and slipped them on, not caring that they were a bit tight. The sidewalk was slippery, but I still managed to make it to school on time. I made it to the font door, about to take my roller blades off when somebody came out the door. He hit my in the side with his body. I desperately tried to regain my balance as my roller blades went back and forth beneath me. The guy grabbed my shoulder to keep himself from falling over, causing me to fall with him. I fell a lot faster and harder as my roller blades slipped from beneath me.

CRACK!

If I didn't have my skates on like I did, I probably wouldn't be seeing the red liquid  flowing from the side of my head and down the door handle I hit. I stared at my backpack on the wall, hoping that nothing serious happened.

I should've worn a helmet, I thought, as blood puddles quickly. I must've hit that door handle and ground hard.

Everything went in slow motion, teenagers came running towards me speaking words I couldn't decider. My skin was super pale and my pain started to numb away. Blood finally hit my back pack. I think I hit something more than concrete and a door handle but I couldn't see.

“Oh my god, Crysta!” George, Sam and Darrel all ran towards me. The guy that tripped over me lifted my head and winced. He puled away with blood on his hands, Saying something to my brothers till they left. My mom showed up behind George. She must've drove the boys here.

“Let me go,” I felt like I wanted to puke. My body was weak and I was extremely confused, a feeling I hate. Something was terribly wrong.

The nurse came over, lifted my head and quickly lowered it without hurting me to much. She yelled at the students, with help from my mom, to go to class. Not very long after the yelling, the crowd slowly got smaller.

“Stay still, Crysta,” George pushed me back down. While mom and the nurse were yelling, George put his hand to the back of my head. It glew blue then he took his hand away. No blood coated it,

The glow must have only been see by me and George since the nurse turned and showed no sign that she saw it.
George smiled when he saw my confused expression. I never seen people glow like that. Even just his small aura confused me. If I didn't know better I would believe I was physic. The only problem with that theory is when I saw someone glow it was only on boys or men who were taller than normal and extremely cute and muscular. Just like George. I also saw blue green and while auras in my childhood. That is why I was extremely confused.

Sirens broke me out of my trance taking me back to the present. I was loaded into the Back of an ambulance, not without complaining, and taken to the hospital.

I couldn't tell what George did, but I could tell I wasn't bleeding as much and my head stopped throbbing. This all made me ad to my list of mysterious George acts. It feels like hes a puzzle never meant to be put together.