Feather of an Angel: Chapter 2.3

School was surprisingly eventless. There was no awkward encounter with Christian. No terrifying confrontation. There was nothing even remotely close to what she thought would have happened.

Christian kept his distance and the day ended with Angelica feeling somewhat empty. Like that feeling you get when you were expecting some type of situation to happen and then realize at the end of the day that it wasn’t happening. She felt a little disappointed. Maybe secretly, she kind of wanted something to happen, some human interaction with a reason that wouldn’t make her feel terribly guilty.

But it wasn’t going to happen and that was the end of that.

The last bell rang once again, and Angelica began packing up. She noticed Christian cleaning the board again and frowned. She was tempted to comment again, but held herself back. Enough was enough. If he wanted to do that, it was his choice.

She packed up and stopped by the library where she dropped off some books before heading home. What a simple day. By the bench outside of school, she set down her backpack to take out her book she got yesterday. The one on angels.

Angelica believed in angels. It was a long story, and to explain it would take tedious amounts of time, but in the end, Angelica thought that angels were real.

And she hated them with a deep passion.

Now that was just as long of a story to explain, so we’ll avoid that as well. Her passion for angels was only fueled off of her hate towards them, the pain they caused her and everything there after. It was their fault that her mother threw her out. It was their fault that she couldn’t have friends in school. It was their fault that she was suddenly considered a monster by everyone she once knew.

They ruined her life and she wanted it back.

She traced the angel on the cover of the book with her finger, drawing out those graceful wings. Such horrid graceful wings. There was a little mark on the cover from when she dropped yesterday. She felt bad since the book was brand new, but maybe the librarians might cut ehr some slack. It was an accident. It happened very very rarely.

Sighing, she slung her bag over her shoulder and began walking back home with the book opened up to the page she left off on last night. Reading while walking and not running into anyone was a skill that Angelica had long mastered.

But as she walked, she felt an unsettled feeling in her gut. Something wasn’t quite right. It just seemed too quiet for some reason. There was nothing different, but something, just something was telling her that something wasn’t quite right. And then she turned around to a tall man in black hold a huge bag, getting ready to throw it over her.

She screamed, slamming her book shut and ran, but there was another man in front of her and she was surrounded already. They were going to kidnap her and the first thing that flashed into Angelica’s mind was not getting to safety but,

What are they going to do with me?

She didn’t have any relatives, no one knew who she was except for the school librarians. Who would want to kidnap her and why?

She tried struggling when they pinned her down getting ready to tie her up, but it was not use. How was her, a sickly thin 12 year old going to be a match for 5 grown men?


Just as Angelica was about to close her eyes and give up, that voice appeared again and her heart lurched. What the heck? The men ignore the voice until one of them fell on the ground with a thump, completely unconscious. There was that awkward moment when the reality just struck them that a small 13 maybe 14 year old boy just took down a grown man.

“Stay out of this kid.” One of the men growled, pushing him back slightly, but he held his ground, his eyes dark with fury.

“It’s not everyday that 5 grown men decided to kidnap a helpless girl.” He mocked. The man motioned for the other to continue while he stepped out of the circle. He rolled up his sleeves with a sneer of his face.

“Think you’re good kid?” He cracked his knuckles. “Maybe it’s time to teach you a lesson.”

“Sure.” There was a smile on the face. “It’s been a long time.”

Next thing the man saw was the sky spinning around him as he laid on the ground, his head hurting like hell. He didn’t even see the kid move. He belted in anger as he crawled up and ran towards him.

The boy sidestepped and tripped him before running towards Angelica.

The other three men charged towards him with shouts, but not long later, the man in the middle was thrown backwards and the boy ran over and pulled Angelica up.

“Are you alright?” He asked, those green eyes expressing only concern. Angelica nodded. “Good, let’s go.”

He grabbed her wrist and ran. This time, Angelica didn’t protest and she ran with him all the way back to her little storage room home where they both ran in and slammed the door, locking it behind them.

He guided her around the place and set her down on her bed.

“I’ll get you some water.” He said, but Angelica grabbed his arm and shook her head. She was shaking and she still didn’t want him to leave yet. What if they broke in? What if they found out where she lived? Yes, she lived in social isolation, but this was different. She needed the support.

“Don’t go.” She finally rasped. He stared at her for a while before he sat down next to her.

“Ok, ok, I won’t go.”

“Thank you.” She whispered as she leaned her head against his shoulder like she once did with her mother and an old and what she thought was long lost feeling welled up inside her. One of safety. It felt good to be cared for.

After a long silence, Angelica, surprisingly was the first to break it.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Christian just seemed like such a… nice kid. It never came to her that he was some karate master or something.

“Do what?”

Angelica blushed slightly. It had been so long since she had any type of conversation.

“The fighting thing. I didn’t know you could fight.”

He shrugged.

“I never thought I would have to tell anyone.”

“You just… you just don’t seem like someone who would fight.” Angelica stuttered a little, surprised at her sudden outburst and the fact that she was actually holding a conversation with someone for the first time in years.

Christian chuckled.

“No. That’s what they all said.”

“Who’s they?”

There was a pause as Christian tried to think of a proper response.

“Would you like to hear a story?”


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