Once An Angel

::Making My Knees Weak::

     {°Edited°}    
              ::Davina's POV::

     I stand close behind my brother and sister in the very back of the line to shake Pastor Allen's hand. He's always been more than a pastor to my family, especially after my parents passed away. He would always come by and make sure we were doing fine, invite us over to dinner, talk to us in a more friendly manner than he is now.
    I shake his hand and give him a sweet smile. "You look more and more like your mom every time I see you," he says. The mention of my mom makes me feel a little sick, but also makes me happy at the memory of her. Maybe if she had died in a better way (not that there's a 'good' way to die), I wouldn't feel sick every time someone mentions her.
     "Thank you, Sir," I say politely. I move away a little, sitting down at the pew, as my brother starts a conversation with him, holding onto Lively's hand. I wrap my arms around myself, shivering. The sound of footsteps approaching catches my attention.
    The man from the back pew makes his way closer to us. The way he looks demands attention and respect. He definitely doesn't look like someone you would expect to find in a church; I know not to judge a book by its cover, but with the tattoos and nose piercings, who could blame me. Beautiful tattoos snake up his neck and hands; I'm left wondering if those are the only ones he has.
    "Hello father," he says, his voice deep. It sends a shiver down my spine. Pastor Allen tenses, looking at the man in front of him that's apparently his son. I never knew he had son, let alone children in general; and if I had, I wouldn't of expected him to look like this.
    "What are you doing here?" He asks, his jaw clenching. The tension in here just grew by millions, that even if there was any to begin with. The handsome man smiles, flashing a view of his perfect teeth. How can his teeth be so perfect!?
    "Its nice to see you too," he says sarcastically. Something about his tone and Pastor Allen's expression makes me feel they aren't the closest. My brother clears his throat.
    "We'll be going now," he says. "Thank you for the lovely service. Davina," he says, offering his hand to me. I take it to help me up from the pew. The feeling of eyes burning into me (obviously not literally) makes me look at the man one last time. My green eyes lock with his grey ones, making me take in a sharp breath. He smirks, looking me up and down. Not sure if it's because we're in a church, or because he's the first guy to ever look at me this way, but it makes me feel uncomfortable. Like I'm a piece of meat.  
    "Have a nice day," I tell Pastor Allen before following my brother and Lively out.
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                  ::Sin's POV::

       "It truly was a beautiful service. A lot nicer than what I remember from when I was a child," I say, sitting down and crossing my leg over the other as I look up at my father. I haven't seen him in almost two years and he doesn't seem to have aged a day.
    "Why are you here?" He asks. I bite the inside of my cheek, picking up one of the bibles and flipping the pages. I'm surprised this thing isn't burning in my hands. "You aren't welcome."
    "I thought anyone was welcome in a church," I say, my eyes scanning over the page. "They make the pages so thin. So thin they could easily rip." He snatches it from my hands with a groan. "Now that wasn't very christian like."
    "I'm still waiting for an answer," he says through clenched teeth. I stand up, fixing my shirt.
    "I just had some business here in town and thought I'd stop by to see my old man. Is that so bad?" I ask. He scuffs, shaking his head.
    "Business," he says with disgust. "You can come talk to me when your out of that business." I chuckle, scratching the back of my neck. "I don't understand how you can even come here and speak to me."
    I shrug. "Is it too much to just want to see my dad?"
    "You haven't wanted to see me in years, why is now any different? I'm not dying, you seem to be perfectly fine as well. There's no reason for us to see each other. I don't care if its a sin to disown my son, but I don't want you around me."
    "You don't have to worry about that. I don't want to be around the man that abused me either," I say. His fists clench. "Did that open an old wound?"
    "That's in the past." I roll my eyes, walking to the door.
   "Have a nice day, father. See you around."
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               ::Davina's POV::

     I set the manuscript on Mr.Hugh's desk, trying not to interrupt him too much from his work. "Stay back for a second," he says. I sit down in the seat in front of his desk, fidgeting with the end of my shirt. "What are your plans after graduation?" He asks.
    "Um, I plan on going to college," I tell him. He nods, tapping his fingers on the desk.
    "What are you majoring in?"
    "Creative writing and publishing." He nods, grinning.
    "Well, after a year of you working here I'm ready to offer you a better job here," he says. My eyes light up. "That is if you want it, of course. You have a great eye for the stories you make me look at and you are great at catching the mistakes. We don't have many editors here, and I think you would do perfect for that job."
    I smile at him, excited and happy. "Thank you so much. When do you want me to start?"
     "A week after your graduation, then once you start college, we can fix up your hours."
    "Thank you."
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  "That's great," Princess says, fixing her hair in her phones camera. She's the type of girl that has to make sure she looks good at all times while out in public. Anyone who just walks pass her would think she's a literally princess, but that's because they haven't seen her in sweat pants, a overly messy bun, and eating a whole box of pizza by herself.
    I honestly can't remember how we met because we were so young. I think it's because we both hated the same kid, Johnny Maxville, but I think that was in the first grade. Her and I are what you would call unlikely friends. She has been on more dates than I can count, I haven't even had a boyfriend. She has slept with countless guys (her Friday night ritual), while I haven't even had my first kiss. She makes sure she's always presentable; I don't care. She's confident, I'm shy. But somehow it works; I keep her grounded and she makes go out of my comfort zone. "Whoa," she says.
    "What?" She grabs my shoulders and points to the man I see yesterday at church.
    "Now that...that my friend, is what I call a man," she says, biting her lip. She pulls me inside the coffee shop.
    "We already got coffee," I say, stating the obvious. She glares at me to shut up. As he walks pass she turns so they bump into each other, her drink the center so it skills over her shirt. This girl I swear. She fake gasps, looking down at now see through white shirt. I just stand by and observe.
    "I'm sorry about that," he says. She looks up at him, batting her lashes.
    "Its fine," she says. He glances over at me, grinning. I look away, my cheeks heating up. He looks down at the table beside him and grabs a few napkins. He hands the to her to clean the coffee from her chest.
   "You are?" He asks. It takes me a minute to realize he's talking to me.
   "Davina," I force out, my voice shy. He gives me a warm smile, making me go weak in the knees. I've seen plenty of handsome men in this town, but none of them like him.
    "That's a beautiful name," he says.
   "I was hoping you would be the one to clean that cup," Princess says, throwing the napkins away. He chuckles uncomfortably.
   "How old are you?"
   "Nineteen," she says, the same take I say our actual age. She glares at me again.
   "Well, as beautiful as you might be, I'm not trying to go to prison for touching a minor." He brushes pass her and stops next to the door. "Davina," he says, getting my attention, "I'll see you around."

   AN: A longer chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed seeing Sin's POV. Please comment and vote! Believe in yourself -Vaeh