Shattered *ON HOLD*

Dark Alleyway

Stephanie's POV

"You can't be serious." I gasped after I was able to speak again. "Angels don't exist."

He looked at me and grinned showing a row of unbelievably straight teeth. He looked so handsome lit by the moon.

"I know it's a lot to take in, but I'm completely serious." He looked straight into my eyes, it made me uncomfortable.

"Your wings were unable to grow because you didn't allow them too, someone has been controlling your angel personality."

He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I felt the place where I thought my wings should grow on my back. It felt perfectly smooth and normal, nothing unusual.

I stared at the dark ground beneath me, I was close to the point of exploding emotionally. Kyle observed my reaction.

"This is just pure shit. I don't believe a word you said, and that kiss," I said the word although it made me feel uncomfortable. "Was a mistake. I wasted my time meeting you in the library. Leave me alone I don't need you to tell me all this shit. You're a bunch of psychiatric patients." I said it so quickly I had spit on my chin. I was broken. Didn't know what to do. It seemed like I was locked in a cage and couldn't get out. I walked down the stairs and walked away towards the empty street. The loud pounding sound of the music made me annoyed and angry. I felt lost and fearful and unknown forest was all around me. Then someone touched my shoulder keeping me from going any further. I turned around. It was my brother Martin.

"You freaked me out Martin, I need to go home. Don't ask." I said.

"Are you okay? You look...strange and your pupils are very thin." He said. "You didn't take any drugs did you?"

"No, of course not!" I answered quickly. Although I thought about the cup that Kyle offered me.

"I just need to go home. Don't worry. I'm fine just tired."

I walked a few yards into the empty street. My footsteps echoed on the gravel. I felt a shiver go up my spine, a cold unpleasant shiver. I wrapped my jean coat around me more, not to get warm to create the illusion off being safe. I thought over all the things Kyle said to me. I was calm now, more like myself. I stopped walking and inhaled the cold air to stop myself from crying. Then I heard quiet footsteps behind me. I turned around, my eyes were already red from tears. I didn't care who saw me. I knew it was Kyle though. Somehow I did. I don't know how though, it felt natural.

"I told you to leave me alone."

"I know." He answered quickly.

"Well then what are you doing here?" I snapped back annoyed.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." He was playing with me.

"Try me." I showed my strength

"I don't think this is a good place for this kind of an answer plus you're not ready."

"Why not?"

"It's unsafe here, and you are emotionally weak darling. Do you know a more private place?"

"Don't call me darling." I said angrily. What the hell was he thinking?

I didn't get to answer. He dragged me by the arm and pulled close towards a dark alleyway. I felt weird and safe. Relieved.

"Do you trust me?" He asked when we were hidden behind a dirty wall.

"Do I have a choice?" I answered. It was a smart answer and it made him chuckle.