Savior (Book One)

Chapter Fourty-One

The inside of the station looked the exact same from the last time I was brought here. People rushed to and fro, criminals were handcuffed to chairs and the others were sitting at their desks, talking on the phone.

However, this time, Henry sat in one of those chairs looking absolutely livid. Blood caked his nose and temple and there was a cut on the corner of his lips. His clothes were bloodied and in disarray. My eyes trailed away from him to a window, which looked into a large room. I could see Ivory in there, and my heart felt heavy when I saw the tears falling from her large eyes. I was confused when I didn’t see Jessica, and I briefly wondered where the teen was at.

I couldn’t voice my questions, though, since a petite policewoman led me into a room, the room all too familiar to me. I sat down on the stiff chair, waiting as the woman sat in front of me. For about half an hour she asked me questions, like, how many times a day Henry fed me. Or, if he beat me, or even had sex with me, which he most certainly did not. I was still as pure as the day I was created.

I was then left to sit with my thoughts in silence, my eyes darting to the two-way mirror in front of me. I looked a little better than earlier, thank goodness. My hair wasn’t hanging in oily tendrils in my face, and my skin was dirt free. Though, the cuts still remained on my face, as well as the bruise over my right eye, and my left one was still crusted shut. I honestly looked like crap, but I couldn’t exactly complain. I was out of there. I was free.

I closed my eyes and laid my head down onto the metal table, the coolness soothing to my heated skin. I was actually scared for what was to come. Were they going to send me off to another family? I was afraid that I would ruin the family that took me in.

I mean, I got Allen killed…possibly even Lucus and Katelynn as well. I took a father away from two little girls as well. So, what would happen with this new family? Part of me wanted to live on my own, even if it were in the streets. Mostly because I didn’t want to tear apart another family. I was….I was a conduit for bad luck, it seemed. I couldn’t break a family apart because of my problems.

And that’s precisely what this war was. My problem. The angel’s problem. Not the human’s problem.

I sighed and blinked back the tears in my eyes. I could never be happy, could I? Not so long as this war was going on. I would always be hunted.

I blinked and looked up when the door opened, revealing Bud with his arm in a sling. I went to stand up, but the other man held up his hand, making me take back my seat. He walked over to me and sat down across from me. There was a strange…glint in his eyes, though I couldn’t decipher it. I licked my lips and glanced down at the table. “So…ah…are you alright?” I asked, nibbling my bottom lip.

Bud smiled and shrugged, wincing when he moved his left arm. “I’ll be fine. My arm’s sprained, so the doc told me to take it easy for a couple of weeks.” He pursed his lips and sat up straighter, his facial features taking a more serious approach. “Actually, I have something that I would like to run by you.”

I blinked and nervously tucked a strand of raven hair behind my ear, my curiosity getting the best of me. I was also anxious, because I had no idea if it were good news, or bad news. Taking a deep breath, I looked back up at Bud, my blue eyes piercing into his cocoa ones. “What is it?”

Bud tilted his head, studying me for a moment before he opened his mouth and spoke. “It seems like no matter who Social Services put you with, they always end up being bad people. First Katelynn and Lucus’ disappearing with Allen dead, then Henry locking you in a basement and doing God knows what with you? I lost what little trust I had for that system. So, I’d like to propose that you live with me. That way, I know you are not coming to harm.”