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Chapter Four

Cordelia

             
I have the sense that someone was watching me, and it is a creepy feeling, as if someone is in my room. Then I hear the crying of a woman coming from the corner. I reach to turn on the light. There, in the corner, balled up and sobbing, is my mother.

             
“Mom? What’s going on?” I get out of the bed and slowly walk to her. I haven’t seen my mother in days.

             
“Delia, she’s coming for you. She came in my dreams, and said she wants you back. You need to run away before she comes for you.”

             
“Who is the woman, Mother? Why does she want me?” Then my mother starts to shake, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Oh my god, what is going on?
I scream for my father. Even though I don’t want to be anywhere near him, he is the only one who may be able to help right now.

             
“What the hell do you want? It’s 4 in the damn morning!”

             
“Something’s wrong with mom. Call 911; she needs help.” He just stands there, so I run past him to the kitchen, picking up the phone and calling for an ambulance.

             
“911. What’s your emergency?”

             
“My mom is shaking and I don’t know what’s wrong with her. Help me, please.” I start to cry.

             
“What’s the address, Sweetie?” The operator asked in a soothing voice. How can she have a soothing tone during this moment of panic?

             
“8515 Sunset Court. Please hurry.”

             
“Someone is on the way. Please stay calm.”

I h
ang up the phone and go to sit on the porch.

             
It is about 5 minutes before the ambulance shows up. I decide to stay outside; I don’t want to see my mother like that. I wonder if that woman from my dreams is the same one that came to Mother. Why is my life so out of control? I think the Gods and the universe hate me, just like everyone else. I never had any friends and I always keep to myself. Hell, I don’t even know who Justin Bieber is. The girls at school talk about him, and supposedly he’s famous, but I just think he has a weird name; it sounds like beaver.

             
“Miss, I have some questions for you.”

             
I looked up at the sound of a male voice to see a police officer standing over me. “Yes sir. I can answer anything.”

             
“Did your mother say anything to you before she started to have her episode?”

             
I decided to lie, even though I would probably go to hell for lying to a cop. “No sir; I woke up, and she was crying and then she started to shake. I’m so scared. What’s wrong with her?”

             
“They have no clue; they are taking her to the hospital. They will inform you as soon as they run some tests.”

             
“Thank you, Officer.”

Just then, the medics were rolling my mother out and putting her in the ambulance. I watched as every one left my house.

              “Cordelia Rose, get your ass in this house,” my father bellows.

             
“Yes sir,” I say as I stand up to walk in and receive my punishment, even though I don’t deserve one. “Is Mom going to be okay?” He grabs my arm and shoves me against the wall. I whimper when my body makes contact.

             
“This is your fault, because you have to be so damn special. You have driven your mother insane. I wish I never took you in.”

             
What is he even talking about? Took me in? If I’m so special, why does he hit me? “What do you mean?” He doesn’t answer, but slaps me across my face and walks away.

After he s
lams his door, I stand there sobbing. I run to my room and shut my door. I sit down on the floor where my mother had just laid and cry. I just want to run away from here. I hate my life. Whatever happened to my mother was not my fault. I know that, but my father’s slap brought doubts to my mind. I tell myself to stop thinking like that and start to drift asleep.

 

             
Beep Beep Beep.
I wake with a start. I must have falling asleep on the ground. I get up to shut off my alarm and then head to my closet to dress.
What should I wear today?
I think as I rummage through my small supply of clothes. I grab a long sleeve black shirt and a knee length skirt. I run to the bathroom and get dressed quickly. After I have brushed my long, black hair, brushed my teeth, and even put on some of my mother’s makeup, I head back into my room to grab my bag. I have no idea why I put on Mother’s makeup. I’ve never worn makeup in my life. I decided to curl my hair also. I look at myself one final time in the mirror over my dresser and sigh. Why do I bother? It doesn’t matter how I look; no one would give me the time of day, even if I was a beauty queen.

             
I run out of the house. I don’t want to see my father today. I hate him so much. A part of me wishes it was he who became ill, not my mother. Actually, I wish for worse, but I’d never voice that opinion out loud.

I decide to take my time walking to school. Today I fe
el different; I have butterflies in my belly. What was that all about? I arrive at school and sigh. I hope I can make it to my classes today. I start for the door and hear a couple of girls talking as I pass by them.

             
“OMG, Darcy, did you see the new boy? I so want to kiss him all over.”

             
“You know who will have their claws on him? Kelsey. She always gets the hotties.” They laugh and walk away.

Yes!
I think. Maybe her and her goonies will leave me alone today, because they have someone new to pick at.

             
I walk in the school, and it seems like the whole scene freezes. I see him, with his midnight hair, blue eyes, and luscious, kissable lips. I must be dreaming, because I swear he just smiled at me. That’s not possible. As I continue to look into his startling eyes, I gasp as a realization comes to me. He is the same guy I drew in my sketch pad. But, how is that possible? My heart starts to race. I have to walk right past him to get to my locker, and my heart races even faster. It feels like my heart is speeding around a race track, fighting for attention from the crowd; the crowd being the new boy in this case. I wish I could skip my locker and run to my first class, but I can’t, so I continue walking toward the metal contraption and open it. I grab my books without looking behind me, as much as I want to, and then hightail it to English. I am glad that no one else has arrived in class yet, because I want a moment of privacy. I take out my sketchpad, flipping it open to the angel I drew only yesterday.

             
“No, it can’t be. I’ve never seen this guy before in my life,” I whisper in astonishment as the other students trickle into the room. The first bell rings and I put away my pad.

             
“So Kelsey, are you taking Mr. New Guy to homecoming?” Macy asks the witch.

             
“Of course I am! Why do you ask such stupid questions? Sometimes I wonder why we hang out; you act so dumb.”

             
I see the sadness appear in Macy’s eyes as I watch their exchange. “Stop looking at us, Skank. We were not talking to you, were we?” The whole class laughs.

             
“Simmer down class,” the teacher began as he walked up to the board. “Okay, today we are pairing up and reading Romeo and Juliet. Then, I want you all to write a summary by the end of the month. Yes, that means you might have to meet after school and work on it,” Mr. Dawson explains.

             
The class starts to pair up, and of course, no one wants to work with me. Good thing it is an odd number of people in the class. Or it is, until he walks in.

             
“Sorry I’m late; the office said this class was available. Hello Mr. Dawson; I’m Cameron Douglas.” The men shook hands.

             
“Cameron, we are starting Romeo and Juliet. You will partner with Cordelia, and after you both read it you will need to write a summary.”

             
“WHAT!!!!!? Mr. Dawson, let Macy work with her. I want to work with Cameron.” Kelsey is throwing a fit and I can’t stop the laugh that quietly escapes my lips.

             
“Miss. Stewart, calm down or I will ask you to leave. He is working with Cordelia and that’s my final decision.”

She start
s to mumble under her breath, and I can’t help the feeling of victory that passes through me.
Take that, witch.

             
“Hi, I’m Cameron,” the new guy says as he walks over to me. “You must be Cordelia.”

             
“Hi Cameron. I’m sorry you have to work with me. I know you would probably like to work with someone else.”

             
“Don’t be silly. So Romeo and Juliet, tragic love story. Good thing I’ve already read it. We can just get to know each other better.”

I look at him with a surprised look.
The look on his face seems sincere enough, but it’s still hard to believe that someone wants to get to know me. I smile, excitement zinging through my veins.  

             
“Excuse me class; I need to run to the office.”

As soon as
Mr. Dawson leaves the class, Cameron open his mouth to say something else, Kelsey starts running her mouth again.

             
“Aww look everyone, Cameron feels bad for the loser and is trying to make her feel better.” Everyone laughs… Everyone except Cameron, which is curious.

             
“Kelsey, you come off as being a bitch. I know you think you’re coming off cool, but you’re really not. So, why don’t you shut up and do your work for once and stop
trying
to be a bully.” Did he just say that to her? I look at him with my mouth open. No one has ever stuck up for me. He turns back to me and smiles. “Like I was saying, Cordelia, before I was
rudely
interrupted, how is your day going?”

             

              I have no idea what to say to him. I still can’t believe he is talking to me, let alone being actually interested in me and my day. God, he is so perfect. I know a lot of girls say that about almost every boy out there, but for him it was true. It’s like he was chiseled from stone or something, because it doesn’t seem like a single feature of his is out of place or crooked. His smile could make you melt if you stared at it long enough. He has the whitest teeth; they were like a beacon to heaven, yet his smile held a sort of rebellion in it. The picture I drew of him didn’t do him any justice.

Cameron
lets out a little laugh. “Cordelia, are you just going to stare at me until the bell rings?”

             
“Oh, I am very sorry; I’m having an off day. Do you like it here so far?”

             
He sits back in the chair. “Yeah, it’s okay. People here can be a little rude, though. I’m not for the bullies. They rather piss me off. And,” he leans toward my ear, “Kelsey seems like the biggest one here.” He gives me goose bumps. Something in me wants to kiss him right here in front of everyone.

             
Then the bell rings. I’m so disappointed. I want to keep talking to him forever, but I know that if I don’t move on to my next class I will get in trouble and my father will be called, and that’s the last thing I want. I stand up and grab my bag, starting for the door.

             
“Hey Cordelia! We need to get together for the assignment. Would you like to meet up after school?

             
I already know that’s not possible. “Um, I need to ask my father first.”

             
“Okay, let me know.” He winks and then he starts down the hallway. I can’t believe he actually talked to me. I head out of the class to get to my next one, all the while being glared at my Kelsey and her minions.

Chapter Five

Cameron

              I can’t believe how beautiful she is. She smelled like peaches as I leaned across her desk and spoke to her. I wanted to run my hands through her long black hair and kiss her small, delicate lips. She is more beautiful than anything I have ever seen. I swear I saw her lips curl up into a smile. I want to make her smile every day for the rest of our lives. I don’t understand why no one can she her beauty. She has the fairest skin, like a new angel glistening in the rays of the sunshine.

             
“Earth to the new guy,” I hear someone say beside me. “What has you all in a daze? I know it’s not that bitch Kelsey.” I look up at a guy that was in English—I can’t for the life of me think of his name—and is also in this class with me; Botany. I have no idea why I have to take this class; it’s very pointless.

             
“Hey, sorry; I’m just tired. So, what are we supposed to be doing?”

             
“Studying the plant life,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “Dude, this class blows.” He extends his hand and I slip mine into it for a quick handshake. “I’m Paul. Cameron, right”?

             
“Yep,” I confirmed. “Hey, can I trust you, Man?”

             
“Of course, what’s up?” He asked.

             
“What’s the deal with Cordelia? She seems so shy. Why does everyone hate that poor girl?”

             
“Well, she is really weird. She stays to herself and she always wears black. I mean, what is she; a devil worshipper? I swear she is like a witch or something. Wait… Cameron, do you like her?”

             
“No, Man. I was curious. The people at this school are mean to her. Have you ever tried talking to this girl? Maybe she is a nice person.”

             
“If I was to talk to freak-girl, do you know how many people would make fun of me? Yeah, I’m on the football team and my girlfriend is Macy. Yeah, Man, not going there. Macy would have my balls.” I really want to punch this douche bag in the face. The bell rings and I’ve never been more glad to hear that sound. I don’t want to get in a fight on my first day, but if I talk to this idiot any longer I won’t be in control of my actions.

             
“Well, see you tomorrow, Paul.” I pick up my stuff and walk out of the class. That’s when I see her making a quick exit. I want to talk to her more, so I decide to follow her.
Yeah
, I think,
Kaleigh is right; I’m stalking her.

             
I start to run to keep up with her. “Cordelia, wait up!”

             
“Yes, can I help you?” Once again, I can’t help but think she looks like a beautiful angel. I really want to take her far far away from here, and be with her and make her happier than she’s ever been in this life.

             
“Can I walk you home?” The look on her face tells me she is shocked.

             
“Umm, I don’t think that’s a great idea. My father doesn’t like when I have people over. He’s really shy.”

             
I sighed. I know she’s lying to me, and I hate that, because I wish she didn’t have to feel afraid of the man that was masquerading as her father. “Well, can we go to the park and chat for a bit? I really want to get to know you better and…”

             
She cut me off. “Listen Cameron, if that’s your name, I don’t think that’s a great idea. I am to go straight home. My family needs me. Really, do you want to be the next target at school? People hate me here; I’m just a freak to them all. You are new. You shouldn’t ruin your reputation by trying to talk to me. You will regret it.”

She look
s so sad; I wish could just engulf her in my arms and sooth her until all of her pain and worry disappeared.

             
“There you are, Cameron. Did you get lost walking home?”

             
“No, Kaleigh,” I told my eavesdropping sister, “I didn’t. I was just talking to Cordelia. We have the same English class together.”

             
“Hello Cordelia,” she says with a cheery smile as she introduces herself to Delia. “I’m Kaleigh, Cam’s sister. I love your name by the way; it’s so pretty.”              They shook hands. “Hello. I’m sorry to both of you, but I really need to get home now.” Cordelia turns and starts to run.

             
“Cam, you need to stop or people will get hurt. I love you, Brother, and I can’t and won’t lose you. She will learn her identity on her own. Her birthday is arriving and the truth will come to. Now, please don’t become friends with her.”              We start to walk home, and then I look at my sister and confess something that I know she won’t like. “I’m planning on asking her to prom, Kaleigh.”

             
She stops dead in her tracks, and I wince. I knew she wouldn’t like it. “Cam, The Old Ones know everything. This will turn out bad. Stop acting like the hero and act like a fallen angel. You are to watch out for the charge, not date them. They will rip out your wings and leave you to die. I don’t think I could live through that.” Tears spill from her eyes and my heart wants to split in half. I hurt her before with Anna; I can’t do that again.

             
“I promise, I will step back from her. I will even be mean to her, if that’s what you want. It’s you and me, Sis. I love you, and I know what happened to our parents destroyed you.” I pull her into a bear hug.

             
“Don’t be mean to her, Cam; just don’t invest all your time trying to impress her. Remember, once she is 18 we are done with her. No matter if she finds out or not, we are here to watch her, and
only
watch her. I know you want to save her, but sometimes people don’t want to be saved.”

             
“I know. I just feel something for her and I can’t explain it. I will ignore the feelings in order to protect us. Now, let’s go home…Well, the cabin.”

We both start to laugh, and head to the little cabin in the woods. I love it there
. It’s so peaceful. I wish I could bring Cordelia here. I inwardly sigh. I really need to stop thinking about her.

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