His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One (33 page)

Oh shit Dr. Hard Ass has entered. “Dad.”

“Yea I think so,” Dr. Sexy answers my mom’s question.

“Baby, I love you so much!” My father leans in and hugs me, kissing the top of my head.

Did I just wake up in the twilight zone? He barely speaks to me let alone hugs and kisses me.

“Abby, I will be back later on today to check in on you ok?”

“Yea thanks.” Dr. Sexy reaches his hand down to mine, squeezing it.

My father catches this and clears his throat.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Abby

“I think your taste in music sucks.”

“I’m offended Abigale.” My father laughs as his eyes mirror mine. “What are your plans after they take the cast off today? Are you gonna run the hell out of here?” He laughs again.

My mom and dad have been right here with me the past three months that I’ve been in this hospital. I’m so grateful to have them in my life. I don’t know what I would have done all alone.

“I’m honestly just thrilled that I get to scratch.”

“Oh TMI doll,” Amy laughs as she walks in on the conversation.

“Hey if you had a cast for months you’d be thrilled to scratch too.” I laugh.

“Alright ladies I’m off to the gym before your mother kills me,” my father announces as he stands from his chair. He gives me a kiss and hug and pushes his chair back. “Love you.”

“Love you too dad.”

His triglycerides are way off and my mom is afraid my father is going to have a heart attack so she has him on aspirin and in the gym every day. I bought him a candy bar from the vending machine on my way back from therapy this morning. I knew he would be here waiting for me like he is every day. I have never seen someone enjoy every single bite of a Snickers candy bar. It was seriously the funniest thing I’d ever seen.

“Thank God,” Amy says as she struts over taking possession of the chair my father had been in.

“What?”

“Nothing he’s just driving me crazy. He’s here all the time and I never get my BFF time.” Amy crosses her legs and tilts her head. “I haven’t been out in months and I need a fucking night away from this godforsaken dreary place.”

“Aw you don’t have to be here all the time. I know you have a life.” That makes me sad. I have caused so many people to worry. My family from across the country have even been here recently. I feel that I am causing stress for everyone. I need to get out of here just as badly as Amy does.i

“Please bitch I love you like a fat kid loves cake. I’m not leaving you here to suffer alone.” She is such a dork and I love it. “Now let’s get down to business.” She pauses.

“Business? Does this include you breaking me out of here because if it does give me two minutes and I’ll be ready?”

“No doll, it includes us talking about the sex god that is in love with you.”

Amy has filled me in on the last year of my life. I remember bits and pieces, but not the whole picture. I remember Evan and some moments that we spent together, but I’m so overwhelmed with everything that has happened that I can’t put that on anyone. He deserves better than me. I’m broken, I’m fucked up goods, and I think I liked him a lot so why would I want to put that on him? I’m not going to, it’s not fair to anyone.

“He loves you Abby and you love him.”

“I may have loved him once, but I don’t remember that Amy.”

“Ok, Evan is going to fucking kill me and when I say kill me I mean rip my fucking head off, but you have to know,” she pauses. “You were pregnant Abby and you lost the baby when that fuck wad hit you. Hmm I feel so much better getting that out.” She takes a deep breath.

I’m not sure if I hear her correctly, but I think she just said that I was pregnant and I lost my baby. Like Addie, my baby died?

“Abby, did you hear me? You and Evan were in love doll, you were going to have his child. He is totally fucked right now. I think he has actually lost his fucking mind. You refuse his visits and calls. How do you think he feels? He never left your side, he washed you, he changed your clothes, fuck he even learned how to do a fish braid on YouTube so that he could do the things for you that you couldn’t when you were first brought here. He didn’t eat and timed his fucking bathroom breaks for crying out loud. He loves you Abigale Hayes. He loves you hard and you are taking that from him by pushing him away. You’re his angel Abby you’re his everything.”

Amy goes silent as she is sobbing hard. My heart is breaking as I realize what I’ve done.

“You can’t let that go. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity Abby you may never get this again.”

“Ok,” is all I say.

“Ok? You will see him?”

I nod.

“Oh thank God Abby because I honestly don’t know how much longer we can keep him from self-destruction at this point. I don’t know what he is up to, but I do know it isn’t good. Will you see him today?”

“Sure.” I’m not sure what to say really. I feel bad for pushing him away. “I’m not making any promises though.” I need to talk to him about our baby, but I feel like there is something else something that…I don’t know what it is.

I haven’t even had time to process the fact that I lost a baby, my baby let alone future plans.

When I look to Amy she has her phone in her hand. “Done, he will be here soon.”

“Why are you so worried about Evan?”

Her face falls to her hands and I see that I’m so lucky to have such an amazing friend.

She lifts her head. “Abby, you deserve everything. You have been through so much in the few years that you have been here on earth and Evan is that for you. You may not see that now, but you did once and you will again.” Amy rises from her chair and sits on the bed next to me. She doesn’t say another word as she holds my hand and we sit in silence.

Evan

The concrete is a cold reminder of my life right now. Abby is in the hospital trying to heal and I’m here trying to kill Marco so that he can’t have her. Selfish? Maybe, but he doesn’t want to give her a life, he wants to take her life away. I don’t know that he wants to physically hurt her, but does it matter if it’s physical or mental? Yea, it doesn’t, it’s all bad.

Michael and Natalia are with me. They have my back and while I would like to go on a fucking rampage and kill everyone, I know I can’t do that. If there is any hope of having a real life with Abby in the future I have to keep my head on straight now.

“You good?” Natalia asks.

“Fuck yea,” I groan.

“I’ll call it as soon as you’re clear,” I announce.

“If he makes me then I’ll handle it,” Natalia hisses, but we are a team and we will all handle this shit.

“No! He probably has his own guns in the sky.”

“Yea well if the bitches can catch me then they can have me.” She laughs.

“Smart ass.” This girl is going to get herself killed. Serious death wish.

“I was thinking smart sexy ass,” Michael chimes in.

“Yea you would say that.” Natalia says

Michael has a serious hard on for Natalia that shit is so obvious.

“I’m fine I got this.”
I need this.

“I see him Nat he’s sixty…fifty…forty… Fuck!” One of Marco’s hired men is closing in on her.

“I’m made, I’m fucking made,” Natalia whispers into her mic. “I’ll lead him away,” she hisses.

“I’ve got this.” I’m going to shoot every one of the fuckers. Marco is coming for Abby with fury and all I see is fire.

“Evan if you start shooting now, we’re all dead.” Natalia disagrees with the original plan.
They all die.

I can feel the heat of what is yet to come.

“Sexy I’ve got your six. Clear.” Michael approaches, flanking Natalia on her right.

“Nine o’clock…forty…thirty…”

Just as the two approach Marco’s man, Michael and Natalia duck against the exterior wall of the shopping center at the thirty count. I put one in his forehead. Seamless.

I reload the X9 and gauge the impact on the ground. The passerby’s are now running as the scene is chaotic. Michael and Natalia get into the Yukon set up for a quick getaway and take off.

“See ya on the flip side bro,” Michael yells into the mic. I don’t know why he refuses to understand I’m not deaf. Fucker.

“Copy.”

I see Marco’s men hovering around him. His black Mercedes pulls up on the sidewalk and he jumps in. Damn it I can’t get a clear shot.

My phone buzzes in my pocket.

When Marco’s car drives off I secure my weapon and check it.

Amy:
She’s ready Evan get your ass over here.

Evan:
On my way be there in forty-five.

Amy:
K

This right fucking here, is the only reason I’m still sane. Knowing that one day Abby would agree to see me. Abby says that she doesn’t remember me, but I think she remembers something. I have seen the way that I affect her.

Her hands shake, I think I can even see the vein in her neck increase in rhythm, and her breath becomes hitched. She remembers something. My fear is that she remembers the wrong things.

I wanted to tell her the truth the day Marco was in her room, but I couldn’t. Abby told me to get out when she remembered why she ran from me in the first place and then became unconscious shortly after. I think the doctors called it ICP or something like that. She stayed like that for days.

When she did wake up she didn’t remember that she had remembered. I know this is some confusing shit! Try living in my world. Anyway she still didn’t want me around though. She wasn’t mean about it and I truthfully understand her reasons. She’s confused and doesn’t remember the things about our relationship that I do. But, I will not be with her until she knows the truth about her sister’s death.

The accident that killed Addyson also killed a part of Abby that night, she’s never been whole. She beats herself up and I think she is regretful that Addyson died and she lived. Abby hasn’t come right out and said this, but it’s pretty obvious that she feels she deserves a sad and lonely life.

The thing about Abby that she doesn’t know I know, is she likes to keep everything inside. She doesn’t want to be fussed over and she damn well never shares the horrifying memories or nightmares of the accident. I have heard her scream Addyson’s name in her sleep. I had been helpless in those moments. I want to kill my father for putting her through this.

While I don’t share much about myself with Abby there has never been anything I’d rather do. I want to share my thoughts with her. I want to tell her the crazy shit that goes through my head when the emotion abandons me.

I thought she would be oblivious to the words that never came out, but it’s just the opposite. She knows that there’s a story to tell and she wants to hear it. I will end the relationship that Abby and I have today.

I will begin a new relationship with the truth. No more lies,
ever
. She will either have me or she won’t, but she deserves everything and what I want is irrelevant. I’m going to tell her every fucking thing. The whole ugly truth.

The truth is uglier than I want to admit even to myself. If there were a truth in anything it would be that I don’t deserve Abby, but I have to have her every day in every aspect of my life. I’m a humble man, I don’t need much to sustain my life. When it comes to Abigale Hayes I do not intend to take some and leave a little. I intend to consume and cover her with love every second, minute, and hour of every day.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Abby

I’ve never been so excited to have a metal tool coming at my arm before. My cast is finally off and my arm looks so funny. It’s so small compared to the other.

The therapy I have had to undergo these last three months has been grueling, but worth it. My body has healed nicely, so the therapist says. My head is healing physically, but will never be healed emotionally, no one can fix that.

I have heard a million times how lucky I am to be alive. From what the doctors have told me I died several times. I didn’t know that I had died, but that would explain the dream I had of Addyson.

“You have to fight Abby you can’t give up,”
she whispered.
“They love you, don’t let them miss you like they miss me.”
Was it real? I can’t answer that question. I’m too scared to mention this little detail to anyone
. “They won’t miss me, I’m irrelevant, they will be ok without me,”
I said to her.

I wanted to willingly slip into the light to free myself from the complete and utter darkness that had been hovering over me for so long. The darkness consumes me, it has always taken over. I don’t think anyone will actually believe that Addie was there with me.

Addie wore a white dress and her features looked the exact same as I remember. She would have been a brilliant doctor. I’m not doing anything special with my life and it’s just wrong.

I have only been alone in my room for a few minutes before there is a knock on my door. I know who it is.

“Come in.” Here we go.

The door slowly opens revealing a tall man with muscular perfection peeking from his black t-shirt and jeans.
Evan.

“Hi.” My mouth is dry and filled with cotton. My heart is pounding in my chest. My body feels like it’s going to start convulsing any minute at just the sight of him.

He doesn’t speak, but he does walk in my direction from the door. His eyes are glaring, pinning me, drawing my soul in through the pupils.
Damn!

He reaches me and kneels at my feet in front of the chair I’m sitting in. Taking my legs that are curled up underneath me, pulling them to the floor finding a home for his massive body in between them.

I think for a second that I should be pissed that he has just walked in here and taken what he wants, but I’m convinced he hasn’t taken anything yet.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“For?”

“For, agreeing to see me,” he says, grateful.

I remember little things here and there about Evan. Like his blue eyes or his warm hands, but I don’t remember
who
he is.

“Well Amy was very convincing.” I want to ask him how much he paid her to convince me, but I won’t.

A soft smile breaks on his intense, full, pink lips. I’m feeling things I never remember feeling.
Ever!