The Road So Far (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 27: A Love In A Lie

I watched the light shine through the window above me. It was about ten o'clock AM from the position of the sun. I haven't Sleep that good since the plane ride to Maine.

       I touched the sheets beside me, Genevieve wasn't there. "Gen" I yelled as I jumped up and grabbed my boxers. "Gen" I yelled again as I ran down the stairs. As I hit the bottom step, I Could see the door to the kitchen was ripped open. "Gen".

      I Could hear someone in the front room. "Gen" I said as I seen her sitting in the recliner listening to music on her phone. She had her headphones in.

         I took a deep breath, walking over to Genevieve I picked her feet up, laying them on my lap as I sat down. She smiled down at me, taking her headphones out. "What's wrong" she asked. I leaned my head back against the recliner, "Why's the door opened".  Genevieve sat up, "It's hot in here... And I fixed something for you" Gen said as she point to the garaga. "Did you fix the bike" I asked. Genevieve nodded, "My dad was a grease monkey... I know a few things" Gen said. She giggled, "Want to re- live last night".

        I nodded, knowing when I thrusted into her last night, I popped her hip. I Could only take the pain from human's, but besides that, I Couldn't fix it. "I made homemade cinnamon rolls, and fresh Orange Juice" Gen said. I pulled her onto my lap, strattling her legs over mine.

     "You know... I remember you telling me you love me" Gen teased as she ran and jumped onto the counter. I smirked, knowing I did say those words. "Yeah... I love you Genevieve Hazel Valentine". I Could see her blush, "And I love you too" Gen said as she kissed me.

Genevieve (Morning, very same day)

"Does he know" Saraqael asked. I sat in the garaga pull and pushing parts into Zander's bike. Fixing the problem. "No, I don't think he does" I repiled. I walked over to the front room, playing with the door to the kitchen, pulling it one way to the other. "You better not screw this up for us... It's going so smooth" Saraqael reasoned.

     I sat the phone down on the coffee stand. "It's nice to be human around him... He actually listens" I said as I skipped over the sofa and my feet hit the floor. "You know why you're here... The Angels do not give second chances, we'll take you're powers and kill you" Saraqael threatened. "If I can't love him, then why am I here" I asked. Saraqael moved around in his chair, "Classified Information". I closed the phone. I do not understand why I was sent into the island, I lied about what I told Zander. I did what I was told.

       Six years ago, I sold my soul to what I though was a demon. He promised me that my Mother would be okay, she wouldn't be sick anymore just like I wanted. But in payment for her life, I had to work ten years of my life for him. I thought that was a piss poor plan, but I agreed at the time. I got cool powers that allowed me to Elevate air and objects. I Could flash myself from place to place anything you could possibly think of.

         My mission was to get enough 'dirt' on Zander and report back to AR (Angel Records), but I couldn't. I feel in love with him. I couldn't explain how together we felt. I couldn't fake a love like the one I had with Zander. I didnt ask questions on why or what for I was watching Zander, and why I was digging 'Dirt' on him in the first place. I didn't care, I was here for myself now. I was leaving the Angels.

  My Mother died two years ago over natural causes, and my dad was sick as we spoke. I grabbed Zander's phone from the bar, plugging a pair of headphones inside an danced around until I met the recliner.