Open your Wings

Chapter 16

The treehouse of many memories: pt 2
Clayton's POV
"Sure." I replied. She opened the door, and an a ray of colors bursted from every inch of the walls and couch.
"This place is so old, I haven't been here since I was 7."
"Really?"
"Yeah, wanna go upstairs?"
"Sure, I'd love to." I said cheerfully. We climbed up the make shift stair case. Up here, was amazing. There were drawings, a bed, pictures, everything a 7 seven year old needed. I looked at her family portrait, there was Alan, Carson, her mom, and a little girl.
"Who's that?" I asked, pointing to the girl. "Is that Abby? The one were taking about a few days ago?" I questioned.
"Yeah, she was my little sis, we used to play in here a lot, until..." She paused, grabbing a tissue from her pocket. "Until, she fell down the stairs at school. A... kid tripped her, the last step, she hit the floor too hard, and she was out." I hugged her.
"Why don't we go home, this place is obviously a trigger." She wiped the forming tears from her eyes.
"No thank you, it also brings back good memory's. But after my dad left, I just felt so cold and alone. He crushed my dreams of ever being in here again, then after I saw him for the first time after he was in custody, he told me 'You're nothing but a broken angel. I guess it's true..."
"No Carson, you can't convince yourself with lies, even though you are a broken angel, you looked different in his eyes, but in mine, I think your prettier with wings." I paused to take a breath. "Hey, come here." I said, sitting on the bed. She came and sat next to me, snuggling into my warm arm, when she was freezing. "Are you c-cold?" I stuttered from shivering.
"No, oh! I'm so sorry Clayton! I didn-"
"N-no, it's fine." I said as she jumped up.
"You were just so warm I didn't notice." She said blushing.
"Is it ok if we go home?"
"Sure." She said sadly.
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Carson's POV
I went outside and walked, more like hovered off the ground. I thought about the incident in the tree house.
Why was I cold? I thought to myself. I looked at my hands, I don't feel cold, I don't even need a jacket anymore. I decided to drop down to the ground and walk since people were staring.
"Why am I like this? Why did it have to be me? Why does everything bad happen to me?" I started to break down. I feel to my knees, my head in my hands, sobbing. People started to crowd around me, then I saw the little girl.
"Why are you sad Angel?" She asked as she tilted her head. I looked up and smiled.
"Not every angel can be happy all the time." I stood up. "Hey, do you want to see something awesome?"
"Yeah!" I looked to her mother, and she nodded. I took a hold of the little girl's hand, which I learned was Kaitlyn Harris. I lead her through the woods, to my tree house. "Wow!" She waled, her mother arrived behind me, she gazed up to the top.
"Do you want to go inside?" Kaitlyn vigorously nodded. I jogged around the tree, finding the wooden ladder. Except, they were too spaced out for her. I gently hugged her from behind and flew up to the ledge.
"That was fun!" She laughed.
"So you can go inside?" Her mother finally spoke.
"Yeah, my father was Alan Baelin, The MasterMind."
"Really? Oh , honey I am so sorry for what happened t-"
"I'm fine, I'm just happy he's in jail." I opened the door to the colorful little living room inside, Kaitlyn was filled with happiness and glee. She jumped around, screaming with anticipation. "How do you like it, because you can have it if you want." She looked at me, eyes wide, jaw dropped. She ran and hugged me.
"Thank you thank you thank you!!!"
"Why are you giving this to us?"
"I am because I granted her wish, so I wanted to give her another one. I was looking for you guys for this reason."
"Well, thank you."