The Angel Within

Chapter 6

Chapter 6.

As I wake up on a couch, black leather, very uncomfortable. You ever wake up on a couch and your skin is pretty much sticking to it? That's what it felt like. This place looks so familiar, and that's when it hits me, I'm in my fathers old cabin in the woods, I try to get up but then everything that happened to me came flashing back in an instant, Gabby, the Jocks, the fight, the fall, the catch! What, I mean, who, saved me from dying! I try to get up again, but the pain just scorches through my body, as I look down I see the bandage that covers my torso and my right are. It hurts like hell.

"How long have I been asleep?" I ask myself, unsure of the answer.

"Gabby, how I miss her so much. I can't seem to get her out of my head." I sadly say.

I saw lightning from the corner of my eye and then thunder came next, the exact thunder and lightning from last time, but why is it happening again? I get up, ignoring the pain as best as I can, struggle to get outside... But when I get there, I can't believe what I'm looking at, it's my father, but, he has wings. Long and black, starting from is back rising just a little above his head, then falling, inches from the ground. I'm amazed, speechless...

"Don't look so surprised, pretty soon you'll have your own pair." Kenny, my dad, says with such a strict voice.

Rage fills my body. "After four years! That's all you have to say to me! I want to know everything."

"I wish I could say, but I can't."

"I've already seen you, the real you, you might as well tell me!"

"I'll explain everything during your training, now put this on." My dad demands as he throws a vest at me.

I look at him as if he's crazy.

"What's that look for, It's so demons can't find you, now put it on!"

"Maybe if you weren't such a jerk I might actually listen."

"This isn't a game, if you value your life and wish to stay alive then put the damn thing on, along with some cloths!"

I noticed I was still in my black boxer briefs, so I go to the closet in my room. Wow.. Father sure knows what cloths I like. Before I put anything on, I notice the pain that once filled my body is gone, but how? I take the bandages off, scares, clearly visible, makes me wonder how long I've been out. I grab a pair of dark black skinnies, a white V-neck undershirt, black socks, plain black high-top convers shoes, I put the under shirt on first, a nice plain white button down shirt, and too it all off with the vest. Kind of classy if you ask me, the best looks like a tuxedo vest. But I don't button it, can't be too classy. I then look in the mirror. Long black hair, super thin, straight. Smooth cut jaw line, no facial hair. Tan skin, smooth, no tattoos. Not yet anyways. I like it. Anyways, I look damn good! I'm not exactly buff, but I'm toned. Skinny, but toned. I then walk out side, I notice my dad isn't wearing a vest.

"Why don't you have to wear one, and how long has it been since the day I was pushed off the cliff?" I ask curiously.

"It's only been a week, and when you're as strong as I am, most demons won't even bother coming near you, but when a low class angel like yourself first becomes an angel, demons won't hesitate to try and get their hands on you." My father explains in a hesitant voice, as if he actually cares. What he said actually scared me a little, so I button the vest, just so it doesn't call off.

"Only a week?" I think I myself.

"How are my wounds healed already?"

"Your an angel, body damage doesn't take long to heal, your wounds heal one hundred times faster than any other human."