Fallen for you

Part XII

I spent the past two weeks lying in bed in my house.

I know I wanted to see more of Sam and ask him so many questions, but I've been having nightmares and I just want to pretend like my life is normal for just a little bit.

Sam has been calling daily through Richard's phone to ask me if I am okay, I always said yes, but I wasn't, and I knew he felt that but wanted to give me some space.

Richard told us that me dying and praying to Sam got him to remember who he is, and that his need to protect me overpowered humanizing and ruined the process, so Sam is still partially an angel; he has his wings, and eyes, and some of his powers, but he will age like a human and eventually die, he didn't show it but I could feel that he was hurt by it, depressed, almost.

Maybe he was the one who wanted time to himself.

Richard told me that he saw him burn a tree and kill a bird simply with a snap of his fingers, probably trying to embrace whatever is left from his celestial form, and that everytime he cried it rained, every time he screamed his eyes went purple.

And still, I couldn't help but wonder- is he bad or good?

If you wonder what about Stewart and our newest friend Jennifer- I told them that I went on a camping trip with Richard and fell down, I could tell they didn't fully buy it cause their expressions when they saw my bruised face and the ugly scar that was left on my shoulder I just felt ugly, just as I did every time I looked at the black and blue bruises that were left on my stomach, face and legs, the red and purple marks around my palms from being tied up and just the overall feeling of the damsel in distress.

Yes, it has been two weeks and I still have bruises- huge ones.

Sometimes I fear that they will never disappear.

Tonight, after a long time of being indoors, Stew and Jen made me leave the house, they wouldn't tell me where we're going, but they did tell me to dress up, and I did.

I wanted to look beautiful; to feel beautiful.

And so I wore the tightest, prettiest white mini dress I could find and borrowed a pair of red bottomed black heels from Jen, I straightened my hair and wore bright, red lipstick and a little bit of eyeshadow.

I looked in the mirror and was happy with the result- I managed to conceal the purple under my right eye and some of the bruising on my arms and legs.

I looked like myself again, and that made me smile.

I heard Stew's car honking outside, took my purse and left the house.

Jen was shotgun and they both yelled and cheered at me, and so did I, I genuinely felt happy!

We drove for about thirty minutes, just laughing and singing in the car, until we pulled over by a club that seemed fancy as hell with a huge line of people waiting to go in.

When we got out of the car I could see that Jen was wearing a mini black dress with red heels and her bangs down almost covering her eyes.

"Look at us, clubbing like we're some teenagers, god, I miss having fun" Jen laughed.

"Girl, I feel you" I said rolling my eyes.

"Stew are we really gonna go in there? Look at that line we will wait here for ages!!" I told him as we made our way towards the big, shiny golden doors.

He didn't answer.

"Jeremy!" he yelled at the security guard at the top of the line.

"Stewart, my man" he replied giving him a welcoming hug.