Haunted by an Angel

Chapter Two

The day passes uneventful, as always.  I invited my best friend Hannah over after school to keep me company for a while.  It was a mystery how we even became friends.  We were complete opposites in just about every way.

"You're such a NERD!" Exclaimes Hannah as we sit in my room.  "You invite me over, and all you do is read that stupid book!"

"Oh, shut up. I just wanted to finish this chapter." I laugh as I sit the book down.  I had been reading it off and on all day after each test. I was just getting to a really good part too. It is about a girl that gets kidnapped and held hostage in her ex-boyfriend's basement.  She just stabbed him with a screwdriver and was now trying to escape.

"All you ever do is read."

"And all you ever do is chase boys."

"They're not boys, they're men." She stated typing away on her phone.  That being her normal nowadays. "You know all those so called boys our age are just that... Boys!  I want a man who knows how to treat a woman. How to make her feel good. Not some little boy that doesn't even know to please himself."

"Hannah, you're 17."  I reply blankly.

"And? Just because I may not be technically legal doesn't mean I don't know what I want. And, what I want is a nice chocolate man to give me anything and everything I want."

This is what I meant when I said "complete opposites".  I am 5'9, with light brown long hair and green eyes. Hannah is 5'4 with dark black short hair, and brown eyes. My hobbies are reading and writing, while hers are guys.  College guys to be exact, and as such, she was also in with the college croud.  I, on the other hand, preferred just staying away from people in general.  All except Hannah that is.

"You're so high matanance Hannah."

"Oh, I know. How else do you think a girl is gonna make it in this world?" She asked.

"By, oh I don't know, getting an education and taking care of herself?" I'm not a Feminist, I just believe that anyone, no matter their race, creed, nationality, or sex, should have a proper education and be given the opportunity to make something of themselves.

"Yeah, whatever. You've been saying that for years now. But, what I'm really hearing is 'Hannah I need laid!'" She exclaimed going into a giggle fit.

"Oh my god Hannah! You're so nasty!" I laughed with her.

The rest of the evening was spent like that.  Just talking and making fun of each other. It was late before Hannah decided to head home.  She had told me that her Mom still held her to a curfew and she had to go before she flipped her very real wig.

It wasn't until about a half an hour later, while waiting on my dinner to finish cooking that I heard the doorbell ring.

Rushing over and thinking that Hannah had forgotten something, I jerked the door open without even looking.

"What did you forget this... time?" I finished finally taking a look at the men standing on my front step.

"Miss Sydney Masterson?" The tallest one asked.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

"My name is Detective David Pearson, and this is my partner, Detective Bryan Augustine.  Ma'am I'm afraid we have some bad news."