Born an Angel

Chapter 27 - The Wrong Things For The Right Reasons (Pt. 2)

Crystalline's POV:

"So," she began, pulling out the metal chair that groaned in protest. She looked at the file in her hand. "Crystalline. Why did you break into Mrs Marmara's house?"

I didn't want to answer. I knew that if I told them, Kara would know, and burn the evidence. I looked up at her. She looked very masculine for a female, and I guess that's what intimidated me. Or maybe it was the golden police badge on her uniform.

" I don't know," I mumbled. I wasn't gonna cry. At least, I tried not to.

"Yes you do," she growled. "Everyone does something for a reason. Peer pressure? Theft? Revenge?"

That last one struck me, and I must've done something to show it because she noticed.

"Revenge, huh? What'd she do?"

I lifted my gaze to look into her eyes. She was leaning over the table, obviously curious. I felt an urge in me to tell her.

"It wasn't Mrs Marmara... it was her daughter, Kara."

~THREE HOURS EARLIER~

"Who the hell are you?!"

She had stood up, and was towering over me, even though she was a few meters away. I felt myself recoil slightly, but it was no use. She started striding towards me, and I knew it was over. I scrambled to my feet and started running.

"HEY!"

I knew she was running after me -- I could hear her footsteps -- but I also heard her speak.

"Triple zero, yes I have an intruder at my house, I need police immediately."

She stayed on the phone as I ran into the house and upstairs. I heard her behind me, but I was faster than her. I went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I was breathing heavily, sweating and covered in grass stains. I slowed my breathing, trying to stay quiet, but then I saw the window. My wings itched at my back as I searched the room for heavy or dense objects. I found a drawing of hair styling equipment, picking up the hair dryer. I slammed it against the window three times, the third causing it to smash outwards. I climbed up onto it, my wings out and ready to fly when I realized my mistake. Why didn't I just open the window?

With a sigh of annoyance, I jumped, my wings flapping and keeping me from breaking any bones. I landed swiftly, tucking them back in. But I knew I wasn't safe. I turned around to run through the house and out the front door, but I saw Miley and Jake standing in shock, in the shade.

"You have wings?!" Miley screamed.

Jake and I immediately shushed her, but it was too late.

"There! There are three of them," She cried. On her way down the stairs, we ran back to the shed. However, I heard her describing us to the police. Crap!

We stumbled inside, barricading the door behind us.

"Great! Now, we're trapped!"

I looked around, and sure enough, we were. There were no windows or other exits. Just weapons and binders.

"What even is this," Jake asked.

"It's where she keeps all her secrets," Miley answered. "She never let me inside."

Jake wandered over to the weapons, admiring them, while Miley went to the bookshelf, browsing over the binders.

I just stood there, not wanting to visit any of that again. I dialled Abby's number.

"Hi mum," she cried. It was so good to hear her voice.

"Abby, her mum is home, and she spotted us. We're trapped in the garage, and she's called the police!"