The Angel Within

Chapter 14.

Chapter 14.

My name is Cass, as you all know. I know it's off, that in a moment like this, I would be telling you more about my life. Lately it's probably all been confusing, so I'm going to sum it all up for you.

My mom, and my father were never married, and I didn't even know about him for maybe the first eight years of my life, not that I can remember anyways. The first memory I have of him, was him holding me in his arms. Mom an him were arguing rather or not he was aloud to see me, but of course he wasn't, because he too was an alcoholic. Not your typically abusive, disrespectful, piece of crap alcoholic. He was more of the, I don't give a rats crap about my kids because I'm an alcoholic and I don't want to get a job or take care of you or your brother, kind of alcoholic. Yup, that was him. Then through the years when mom was single, he would come over, and visit, but he would often leave and be gone for a long time because of his "job." Yup, the job that no one knew about until I almost died falling off that cliff, the day I found out that my fathers job was protecting people, killing demons. He was an angel after all.

Anyways, as I was saying. After that night, the horrible night that I think about a lot? Yeah that one. I don't remember much after that. Me and Grandma talked about it before. She came and got Zack and I, and took us in to live with her, then Daniel and Walton went to Colorado to live with their biological father. He's a major jerk from what I hear. And Bradley, my younger brother who was about four years old, went to Idaho to live with his biological father.

Ever since that night, Zack and I are the only ones who came back to live with mom, and the other brothers still live with their fathers.

They've tried to come back, but shortly after the insident, society has marked her as crazy and unfit to have kids, yet they allow Zack and I to come back? Mom swears up and down demons are out to get her, and that angels exist, maybe that would explain the sudden appearance of my father every once in a great while, who would all of a sudden, show up, stay with us for a few weeks, then leave. I know now, that mom wasn't crazy, and that Dad may have only come around to protect us for the evil that was lurking around, hidden as just regular people. Who would have ever though that such evil beings, could fit in, and have the same appearance as humans.

Anyways, Michael got arrested that night, I think. Mom leaves him, we all leave mom until she is stable. Which I know now that she is stable and that everything she said all these years was the truth, but society is a "I only believe what I see" kind of society. And very, rarely, if not ever, do people see what we have seen.

I mean come on, I keep to myself, and if I know Angels and Demons exist, then how do we know that the government doesn't know that as well, and they are just trying to preserve peace on society. What's left of it anyways.

Michael, I've never seen him again since that night, I only know that he hasn't changed one bit.

Mom, she's never been the same since, lives everyday with the memories we had, and maybe even the guilt of having put her kids what she went through.

Daniel, and Walton? I get a call from them every now and again, but we don't talk about it, we talk about the present, and never do we talk about the last.

Bradley? I call him all the time, well, not this past year anyways, not with everything that's happened.

My father, Kenny? He shows up at random occasions. Ever since that night, he's come over at least once every three to four months. But before I found out all this stuff, he has not come to see us in maybe three to four years.

You want to know about me? Well here's the truth. I've thought of hurting people, lots of people, I've been bullied, thrown around, beaten, humiliated, torn to pieces, laughed at, and stomped on. All my life, I've dreamed of having, certain abilities, such as strength, speed, powers, and most importantly, I've always wanted to fly.

I've always though it would be so cool and awesome!

Anyways, I've always wanted to beat up every single person I fought or that gave me a dirty look. I would visualize all kinds of scenes in my head, fighting, killing. But the truth is, before I had all of this, before I was what I am now, before high school, I just wanted to die. I had nothing to live for, nothing to fight for, nothing to breath for. I felt useless, as if I was just a waste of space, just a person who was using up other peoples precious oxygen. In the past, I had often even though of just killing myself. Ending it all because I wouldn't have to deal with the pain or suffering anymore. Now, I have things to fight for. Gabby and Mom, the will to become stronger than my Father, and to seek vengeance upon all of his enemies. To become stronger than any angel, or demon. To become strong for my family, to become strong for Gabby. I must protect them because I don't want to lose them. I've lost too many people in my life, I can't take losing another one.

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