Wings

Chapter 4

Chapter 4-Chocolate chip cookies and a sleepover?

So have you ever been sitting there doing the most mundane thing thinking about life. I have, while standing in the kitchen, scooping dough onto a pan listening to Daniel rave about the great jazz music my dad was playing.

When the cookies were finally done and fresh out of the oven Daniel sat in the kitchen chair sighing. He looked to my parents and then me. " I wish I didn't have to go." He said. I glared at him, I could face Simone alone I thought eyeing the kitchen knives on the counter.
My all to kind mother rushed forward. "Oh honey its summer, go ahead and stay on the couch if you really want too."

Daniel looked at my parents gratefully with his stunning eyes and dazzling smile. "Thank you, I would have had quite a ride ahead of me had it not been for your hospitality."

My mom smiled grabbing milk from the fridge and pouring into a couple glasses. " Well, I think I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for bed."

My mom looked at me questionably. " Honey, oh why? What about the cookies?" She asked. I  headed up the stairs calling back to her.

"I'll have some after my shower, mom."

After a warm shower I stood in between my bathroom and room running a brush through my hair. " You look nice." I turned to see Daniel standing with his arms crossed leaning against the doorframe. " So, I was thinking that I would sleep in here tonight." I looked at Daniel like he was mad. "Uh, my parents would murder the both of us. "It's cool I already told them."

I rolled my eyes irritated not understanding whatever charmful spell he was casting upon my parents.

" Hope." I turned to Daniel. " What?" I asked.

" You look dashing." I rolled my eyes  again at him. " Haha very funny." He came closer to me wrapping his hands around my waist and nuzzling into my neck. " You really do. He whispered.

I pulled away from and slipping past him I padded down the stairs. I made my way to the kitchen snatching a cookie whenever I turned to see Daniel at the bottom of the stairs. I took a bite from the cookie focusing on its great taste when there was a sound on the front porch. I stiffened and Daniel did too. I slowly set the cookie down on the plate where it had been moments ago and swallowed. With lighting speed Daniel was by me hands wrapped around my waist. He shoved me to the ground as the glass to the kitchen window shattered and I clamped my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming as I followed Daniel as he drug me by the wrist back up the stairs.
He pushed me into my room and turned to me. " Go out the window." He instructed as I stood there in fear frozen. " Simon." I squeaked and Daniel turned behind him finding him standing there tall and dominant. I bit my lip nerveously as my heart began to race and I scrambled out my window. A roar of thunder sounded close to the house and I stumbled on the roof.
I fell forward as Daniel was sent out the window plummenting from the second story. I gasped horrified.
Daniel stood from where he was on the ground and Samuel peered out the window before jumping down in front of Daniel. Simones body was covered in gashes but Daniel held more. His face was a mask of determimation before he drove his fist into Simones face. Simone stumbled back, a fierce growl ripping through him. "I will get her, she who is destined to you. I will kill her slowly." I sucked in a breath as my food slipped, the rain pounded on the house half drowning my cry as I slid off the house. I clamped my eyes shut and waited as another roar of thunder came to plummet to my death. But I didn't, strong arms wrapped around me and steadied me on thr ground placing me behind them. "Run to the car." Daniel said his voice gruff. I was still watching as Simones eyes roamed over me and he smirked wickedly. "Go." Daniel hissed and I tore myself from his comforting grasp and sped through the back yard to his Jeep. I pulled the door open watching and waiting anxiously before the car door was whipped open and Daniel shoved the key in the igniton. He put the car in reverse and with the tires screeching and blowing mud from behind us, we sped down the road. The image of an injured Simone burned in my brain. Arm twisted, cuts, gashes and brusies scattered across his angry expression before he collapsed to the ground.