Living A Miric- Hell (Angels)

chapter 9

Authors note..

Life has been horrible I've been diagnosed with polycystic kidney disease and the pain is unbearable.

I realized I was taking from an unedited word doc so sorry if it sounded off hopefully future writing will sound better

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“Crysta are you walking home,” I turned around after starting my long journey home. The rain stopped a long time ago leaving puddles on the ground.

    George caught up to me with the fakest worried expression I ever saw, or was it real?

    “Yes, and you can’t stop me.” I turned back around, away from him, and started walking again.

    The hospital let me out early after I complained over and over. Once they saw I was fine I left. I got a ride on the public bus and came back to school to gather my missed work.

    “No you're not.”

    Out of pure hope I started to run trying to get away from him. Somehow he must've figured out how to teleport because he picked me up a few yards in even though when I looked over my shoulder he as walking.

    “I'm driving you home, you’re in no condition to walk.” He put me in his car with a pout on my face. Silence over-drowned half the ride.

    I spoke first.

    “Where do you live?” I looked over just in time to see his eyes roll to the back of his head and a sigh to move his lips.

    “Why?”

    “Because, for one, I asked nicely, two, you seem to hang out at my house, and three, every time I ask you give me a horrible answer,” I used my fingers to count my reasons.

    “You don't like my company,” he smiled.

    “That is not the point, and yes I do like your company. I don't like you shoving me in your car like I'm two.”

    He sighed again, “It’s some place you will probably never go.” Sadness took his eyes for less than a second. It was enough I noticed.

    “This again,” I murmured under my breath,

    more silence.

    “Why?' I saw with curiosity

    “Maybe when you die you'll be there.” I noticed how careful he was with his words. I looked at him with confusion written all over my body.

    “What? What?” I stared at him smile still trying to figure out why I must die to see his home place.

    “You'll see. It’s not as easy as it looks to be there.”

    “You just said I wouldn't!” my voice was slowly raising.

    “I said you may not,” inside he was probably laughing at my face.

Finally, we pulled up at my house and he turned the engine off. I just noticed how he over exaggerated the word “may.”

    We sat for what seemed like hours. While we just sat there I listened to his old classic rock music.

    I noticed he acted old but the old music is making me think he is older than he says. I listen to it occasionally, but I stick to the new generation or new rock when I can.

    The volume in my ears must've turned down and focused on my breathing and, I think, my heart. I stared at his beautiful face thinking my heart was beating fast. Hi hair waved in the wind of the ac vents. When he noticed, I was staring at him he smiled with blinding white teeth. His blue eyes seemed bluer than before.