Fallen

Chapter 3- Rewritten

Sang's P.O.V.

         I get out of the car, hoping that I can actually make it inside of the house this time. All I want to do is eat and sleep. Everything is calm and serene, but I can't help but feel on edge. Probably because it's been a long day. Just as I'm about to climb up the steps, the front door swings open and my best friend steps onto the porch, looking relieved to see me.

    "You certainly took your time," Taylor grins. "Henry has been ranting for the last hour."

       "Yeah, I ran into a few complications, but I'm fine."

      Taylor hasn't lived here as long as I have, but her arrival was like a breath of fresh air. Between my memory loss and the distance Henry has always kept from me, I wasn't off to a good start, socially speaking.

       Taylor did both of us some good. She's the most well-balanced out of the three of us.

        I was the one to bring her here after she was attacked. It's a chapter of her life she wants to forget, but nothing could have created a closer bond between us than that night.

       She lost everything, the amputation of her left leg is a constant reminder. Her strength is inspiring and has gotten me through so much the last few months.

She scans me up and down. "Judging by your injuries, I'd say you fought two demons today. Am I right?"

"Just the one today," I tell her. "But I'll fill you and Henry in at the same time. I don't feel like telling the same story twice."

         "Alright," she says. "Fair warning, he made his meatloaf again."

       "Oh," I say as we walk into the house. "Yay. Can't wait."

She heads upstairs to grab Henry from his room, while I sprawl out in one of the armchairs. Henry's style is pretty rustic, and I enjoy spending time here alone to think.

My favorite place though, is Henry's cabin that he has by the lake. When things become too much, I make the thirty minute drive up there.

I hear Henry's heavy footsteps come down the stairs. I can hear him reach the bottom of the steps and then he grunts, "Finally."

      "What's up? Am I late for dinner or something?," I ask.

       "That has nothing to do with it. Could you not have called me on your way back? I had no idea if you were alright or not."

       He may be a hard-ass, but he does care about the both of us.

       "Sorry, I took so long," I say. "There was a couple of complications. Didn't know you were so concerned about me."

       "I wasn't. I was concerned about Mary," he says gruffly.

I can't hide the small smile that comes across my face. "Alright, whatever you say."

       "How'd it go?," he asks.

         "Alright," I tell him. "Although I wasn't the first one there."

        Henry raises an eyebrow as Taylor steps into the room with her laptop in hand. She takes the armchair next to me. "Don't tell me you guys starts the gossip session without me."

      "Of course not," I tell her.

        "Great, then let's get started," she grins. "I'll take notes."

       Henry takes a seat on the couch and then I explain everything that happened from the demon on the side of the road to the mysterious doctor.