Once An Angel

::You Could Kill Me::

    {°Half Edited°} 

               ::Davina's POV::

    I sit on the grass talking to my parents grave stones. I like to believe they can hear me rant about things. My dad would always sit and listen to me talk about the stupidest stuff, nodding even if he didn't know what I was talking about. My mom, she was the one to always have serious conversations with.
    I get up after leaving the flowers and start towards the gate. I stop in my tracks and look around, deciding to stay and walk around a bit. It's foggy and grey out, making it a beautiful day. I've never been one to love the sunshine or blue skies.
    "You don't seem like the type of girl to just roam around cemeteries," a deep voice says. I spin around on my heel and see the gut from church. I still haven't caught his name.
    "I was visiting some family," I say. I would have just said I came to see my parents, but that always leads into pitty and uncomfortable conversation.  "Davina right?" He asks, offering his hand. My voice gets caught in my throat, making me only able to nod. "Who were you visiting?" Why are you so nosy?
    "Family," I mumble, not wanting to get into the whole discussion. He's dressed more casual than yesterday, in a sweatshirt, backetball shirts, and a hat. The tattoos on his neck make it look like he's wearing a turtle neck.
    "Is the weather always like this here?" He asks. I shrug, crossing my arms over my chest. I wish I hadn't cause his eyes move to my breasts. "Have you ever been to Mountain View?" He asks.
    "No," I say, rocking back and forth of my heels. "I've only heard about it." For as long as I've lived here (my whole life), I've never been out of it. I remember once going to an amusement park out of town when I was eight, but that's all and I hardly remember it.
    "Let's go," he says walking pass me. I stay in place, not sure of what to do. He turns back to me when he notices I'm not following. "You coming?"
    "I have to be getting home. My brother will get worried," I tell him. He grins, his grey eyes matching the color of the sky. They're so beautiful.
    "Thank you," he says cockily. He's probably constantly getting compliments like that from women and men. I hate that o ften speak out loud when I would love to keep my thoughts to myself. "I will bring you home. I kind of need someone to show me around town anyways. I haven't been here in years."
    I look around and reach around to my back pocket to make sure I have my peperspray and pocket knife. Yes, I carry around a pocket knife; my brother makes me. Of course, I've never had to use it (we have the lowest crime rate in the world), I keep it in hand just in case.
    "Sure," I force out. He gives me a bright smile as I start towards him. I notice at his sides, he clenches his fists over and over again. It's incredibly stupid of me to go with a complete stranger that is older than me, but to be honest I was afraid to say no. He doesn't look like the type of man to take no for an answer.
    He stops at a very expensive looking car, unlocking it and opening the passenger door for me. I look at him shyly as I get in. It even smells expensive. He gets in and starts the car. My knees shake as I look out the window, watching the tall pine trees pass us by as we make our way further into town.
    "So, you live with your brother? Is that who you were with at the church?" He asks. I clear my throat, trying to find my throat.
    "Yeah, him and his girlfriend," I tell him. He nods, staring out the car with furrowed brows. He looks mean. He probably is.
    "What about your parents?" He asks. Here we go.
    "They died," I say. His lips part on shock, tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel.
    "I'm sorry," he says. "I shouldn't of asked-"
   "It's fine, it was a while back and we hot closure. I mean, sure it still hurts because of the way my mom died and all then my dad dying so soon after, but it's perfectly fine," I rant. His eyes widen as he quickly glamces over at me. My cheeks grow hot from embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ramble."
    He chuckles, smirking. "It's okay. It's cute."
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      "Don't open the door," he says as he gets out of the car. For a second, my heart rate picks up. Why can't I get out of the car? He's going to kill me. I'm dead. I will never get to graduate. Or get married. Or have kids. Or even grow old. He runs around the car and open the door for me. "Just trying to be a gentlemen."
    I force a smile and look around. You can't look too far out  into the distance due to the fog, but the view is somehow still beautiful. "Thank you for pointing everything out to me on the way here. It was very helpful."
    I can tell by the sound of his voice he's cautious of me, although I don't know why. "Why'd you come back?" I find myself asking.
    "What do you mean?"
    "You were talking about how thing have changed since you lived here. Why'd you come back? Forgive me if I'm wrong, but you and your father don't seem to be close. And most people want to get out of here and not look back," I explain. His jaw clenches.
    "I wasn't planning on ever coming back. But I have some business to do here that pretty important and is taking longer than expected to process." I nod, looking at the small town. You can see everything from here.
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                   Sin's POV::

    I didn't want to leave that moutain. I remember my mother and I going there late at night to escape my father and his abuse. We would always have long talks about nothing just to distract each other from the real problem. But I knew I had to return to reality.
   That girl, Davina, is really something. She seems so plain and boring, but something in me tells me that's not the case. I can tell she's the type of girl to want the whole genuine relationship thing, so I didn't even try....and because I remembered her age.
     The sound of my heavy footsteps echo throughout the wearhouse as I make my way to the back. It's completely expty how I expected it to be, but it shouldn't. My men stop in their tracks once they see me approaching, glancing at one another nervously. This is the last time I let the new recutes come out.
    "Another shipment ruined," I say, clapping my hands together once. "Who was the one handling the money?" I ask. They all look each other again, not wanting to rat each other out. "If you don't say, things will be a lot worse then if you do."
    "I was, sir," a boy with dirty blonde hair says. I nod, tucking my hands in my pockets. "Mr.Corelle said you were to make the trade before they gave us they gave us the drugs." I shake my head.
   "Come here," I say. Marcus and Lamar move out of the way for hik to walk up. He shifts back and forth in front of me. "You're not gonna do that again."
   "Of course not," he says, his voice shaking. I teach into my back pocket and take out my gun and point it at him. The sound of it going off eachos loudly through the building. His body falls at my feet, blood pouring from the center of his head.
   "Don't mess up again unless he will be you," I tell them. "Most of you have families, I don't show mercy just because you have a wife and kids at home. There is no room for mistakes in this business."

AN: This chapter is extremely shitty, and I apologise for that. I wanted to just get an update in. Please comment and vote! Believe in yourself -Vaeh