Barely An Angel (Completed)

7~ Out On The Town

"Hey, honey, what's up?" Mom said as she emerged from the door to the basement staircase. The basement was where she spent most of her time, waiting for the last rays of the sun to dissipate each day. I noticed as she came closer to me that she held a blood bag from her stash downstairs.

I cringed when I saw it, but didn't comment on it. "I, uh, just friend troubles, I guess," I mumbled.

My mom laughed. "Well, I could tell that much by the fact that you're home on a Saturday night," she teased.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, since when do I ever go out, Mom?"

"You've got a point," she relented with a smirk as she took a sip from the blood bag, before setting it down on a nearby counter. "But no, really, sweetie, what's the matter?"

I sighed, holding my head in my hands. "A lot. Too much to explain." The reality was, I just couldn't explain exactly what had gone down yesterday without telling her about the spell that Hamiel had cast on Demeille. I trusted her, yes, but I knew that at some point she might accidentally tell someone, and that would get Hamiel in a lot of trouble.

"Well, Ramona, could you at least try?" She pushed.

"Me and Nathan got in a little fight, that's all," I told her.

Mom smirked. "Oh, is that the human boy you were telling me about the other day? Is he your boyfriend?"

"I-What? No! No, of course not, Mom! It's not like that with us, trust me," I scoffed.

She smiled knowingly. "Yeah, and that's what I told my mother about your father when I was your age," she laughed.

"Mom! Seriously, I told you-,"

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Listen, I'm gonna go out on the town tonight, so just try not to burn the house down, okay?"

Out on the town. I knew what that was code for. She wanted to go hunting. She's never admitted it outright, but I knew that even though she had a stash of blood bags in the basement, she still enjoyed the hunt. I knew she would much rather the adrenaline rush from chasing someone down than the simple, boring action of opening a freezer.

"Try not to burn the town down, Mom," I retorted with a smug smile. As much as her lifestyle choices made me cringe, I wasn't about to try and stop her. It wasn't entirely her fault that she was how she was. When her and my father were forcefully separated, after I was born, she fell into such a depression that she "went out on the town" one night and was never the same.

She gave me a smirk back as she left, closing the door behind her. And then I was alone.  But I wasnt lonely; I enjoyed my alone time. It just seemed like I always had a lot of it. I knew things would be different if my father were here. My mother would've never become a blackeye and we would most likely spend quite a lot more time together, at home. No going out on the town, causing mayhem.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. No, I do not want to think about what my mother's about to do. It would give me nightmares to think of her in such ways, especially since I knew it was true; at least half the time.

It wasn't t until then that I had remembered: a couple days ago, Nathan had given me back the sangyris seed that my father had sent me the first day of school.

"Guess I just forgot to give it back after I was done looking at it," he had laughed as he handed it back to me.

I rushed to my room upstairs to retrieve the seed from the top of my dresser, where I had left it the day I got it back. I intended to plant it then, but I guess I had just forgotten, what with all the Demeille craziness that's been encroaching upon all my thoughts.

Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to plant the seed. It wasn't long until I had it all set up in its own plant pot, sitting on my windowsill and soaking up the half-moons rays that pooled in through my window.

Sighing, I came to the conclusion that I needed to call Nathan. I hated leaving on the note that we did, and there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind telling me that I needed to make things right. He ended up giving me his number the same day he gave me the seed back, so I opened my phone, found his contact, and clicked the call button.

Come on, Nathan, pick up! There were nearly four rings before someone finally answered. But it wasn't Nathan.

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Sorry that this one is a bit shorter, but I honestly forgot to upload this chapter when I finished it haha. Please, don't forget to vote if you enjoyed this chapter, and I'll see you in the next one!

~R.J. <3