Those With Wings

I Came Back

Luanna's POV

It had been two weeks before Alex arived. It was the full day in the small townhouse. Zero's father had found a job, that had him move to California. We now were in Indianna.
We were packing the moveing truck, except for the belongings that we most needed. None of them containing or being anything sharp (aka knifes...)
The car was being sold, because Zero's father's job company was high-paying, and said that he would have to get a new car, anyway.
We kept what we needed, because we were takeing an 'airplane'. I had no clue what this was, but Zero showed me pics.
All's I got of it was you were trapped with others for about 6ish hours in a tight cramped space. And you couldn't feel the wind in your face, or anything.
When Alex showed up, he apoligized, for being mean. He wanted to know where I was headed. I told him California, but not much more than that, because I didn't know much. I only knew that, and It was a house that was along the coast, and had a wonderful view of the ocean, along with a small portion of a beach, and a in-ground pool.
Alex told me that he was deeply sorry, and he wanted to make it up to me some how. I wanted to say something, I just let the scilence hang there.
I saw Alex had the knife. He knew the only way he could make up for what he had done to me, was for me to kill him, but I wasn't a blood-thirsty killer. So I told him that killing didn't get me anywhere, but jail. I then motioned for him to come close, and I hugged him. I told him I was sorry, but I couldn't deal with it anymore.
He told me he had sweet-talked a girl like Evangeline into giving him answers, then almost killed her. I immeatly pushed him back. Because I didn't want to be known as the sister of a murderer.
I took the knife swiftly out of his hand, and I gave it to Zero, who looked shocked. The knife always made it's way back to me. I couldn't do anything.
It was my past that always would haunt me. That's what it reminded me of.
I told Alex that he had only one chance to be with us. That if he blew it, he was gone, faster then he could flap his wings.
Weather I would let him live or not was another story.
Zero's little sister was happy that he was back~Minivera, i think it was, Zero, Alex and I called her Minie, and she really adored Alex, because he of all of us apperantly was the least scarriest, and friendly-est, (heh, rethinking that now...)

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We now were pretty much all packed up, we would be leaving tomorrow morning. It was almost minnight, and Zero and I were sitting on the roof, which we had climbed up to. There was a small, early summer nightime breeze, with a clear sky beneath a full moon.
We had been sitting for nearly an hour, and Zero had his arm around me. Neither of us spoke of the event that had happened two weeks ago. We just kept silent, so Alex wouldn't go on a rampage. I was beguinning to think he was harding up like a rock.
I hadn't said anything to Zero, because I was quite likeing what he was doing. Sometimes I felt he was going into this all alittle to fast, sometimes alittle to slow, I always made remarks when, I guess as I reflect back on it all now. Maybe I was alittle to hard on the poor kid. I didn't know. I had never been in anything like this.
We sat here now, and it has been ages in scilence. Probably only half an hour, but it felt like ages now.
I just was happy that everything was working out. And that was enough to make me happy for now.