Broken -[♥]- Angel

Broken -[♥]- Angel Nov 1, 2010 23:08:39 GMT -5

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Post by Livia♥Jared on Nov 1, 2010 23:08:39 GMT -5

Angel [an'jel] n.
1. One of the celestial beings attendant upon God.
2. A kind and lovable person.
3. The love who watches over me.
4. Slang. Someone who doesn't get caught.
5. Cute little booger nose on my shoulder.
6. Wings that flutter.

Chapter 1 [♥]

Midnight rang on the clock but the young girl still had her eyes wide open. She loved to test her own strength, and not falling asleep was, as she heard, one of the toughest challenges of all. She was still very young, but she liked dangerous things already, and was ready to try anything, if only her parents would let her. At nine years old, she had tried different things that gave her mother several heart attacks, while her father, whom wasn't showing emotions very easily, would almost cry but instead punished her for a week, sometimes more. It never stopped her, though. She thought the adrenaline was worth spending a week by herself, inside.

Perhaps, this gene came from her father, who was a cop. He had so many amazing stories to tell, and since she was able to understand, she loved hearing them. She knew he hid some facts that supposedly could have scared her, but she was well aware that he was telling everything to her mother when they both thought their daughter was asleep. Often, she had crawled out of bed, sitting on the last stair, listening to her father for hours. Nothing had scared her ; it was fascinating her to the extreme.

The cars passing on her street made yellow, white and red lights shine on the walls of her bedroom. She tried to focus on those, but she felt like every part of her body was slowly falling asleep. Quickly, she slapped herself hard enough to hurt and grimaced. She had won five more minutes, that was sure.

The house was calm, way too calm, but she wasn't scared. Something about the darkness of the night comforted her. No one screaming, no one fighting... it was reassuring. It's not that her parents didn't love each other anymore, in fact, she had never seen a couple that cared about the other as much as her parents did. Most of her friends' parents would never hold hands, hug each other, or tell the three important words so truthfully that their eyes would shine... and somehow, her parents did. Unfortunately, her father's job stressed her mother to a point she couldn't understand. She kept repeating him how scared she was every time the phone rang, and that she couldn't handle life if he left.

Being a cop was, for the young girl, the perfect job. Maybe she thought that simply because she saw her father like a hero, but she couldn't think of any other job she wanted to study for. Most kids her age didn't even think they'd have to work someday, but she did, and she couldn't wait. Deep inside, she hoped she'd end up being her father's partner, but she never blatantly say it, knowing it would probably kill her mother. It was one thing to worry everyday about your husband, but also having to worry about your kid was most likely unbearable.

Sitting on her bed, the brunette stared at the shadows on the walls. Her five minutes were passed, and her eyes closed, although she was fighting hard to keep them open. Her mother said kids needed a lot of sleep, and she wanted to prove her wrong, realizing right then that it was a total failure.

Some noises came from downstairs, and curiosity took over her need to sleep. She frowned but remained motionless, more attentive to it. Once again, the sound was heard. It seemed like someone had tripped over something, downstairs. If it would have been one of her parents, she would know. Their room was right next to hers, and she had heard both of them enter it some hours ago, to go to bed. They had been laughing, probably kissing. This thought made her smile. As long as their parents were happy together, she was, too.

For the third time, she heard something. This time, it sounded like someone was whispering. She got out of her bed slowly and walked carefully until her door, opening it slightly. Shadows from bodies could be seen since her mother had left the curtains of the large window open. There was two of them, both very tall, even for a nine years old eyes. She knew she should be scared, but somehow, she wasn't, and she allowed herself to get out of the room and walk downstairs, taking the direction of the kitchen.

"He's upstairs." One of the men informed the other in a low tone.

As they walked in the stairs direction, the girl moved to get a better view. If it was not for Charlie, their cat, she would never had get caught. Unluckily, he moved towards her and brushed himself on her leg with some sort of whine, making one of the men turn around, a gun in his hands.

Everything happened very quick, and all she thought of doing was screaming. She yelled at the top of her lungs, in a strident way, for her parents to come and save her.

"Baby?"

Her mother's voice came to her ears, and the young girl stopped breathing as one of the men grabbed her from behind, making an other shout come out of her mouth before he covered it.

She watched as her mother's face twisted in fear. She had seen her scared often, but this was beyond anything she had imagined, and guilt invaded her whole body. She should have stayed upstairs. She should have alerted her parents before anything. Her mother ran to her, but she stopped immediately when the man put a gun over her daughter's head. She could feel the cold metal against her head, and if it was possible, her heartbeats accelerated even more. This was normally the kind of adrenaline she was searching for, except this time, it didn't do her any good. For the first time in her life, she was very afraid.

"Please, let my baby down. Let her go." Her mother cried, her voice shaking and her hands in front of her, begging to get a hold of her kid.

"Where is he?" the man demanded rudely.

Tears fell from her mother's eyes, and the young girl realized she was crying, too. This was the time. It was the moment her father should come and save them. She looked around herself, but couldn't see him. She didn't want to be desperate. She believed in her father more than in anyone else in this world. He was going to save them.

"I just want my baby!"

With one quick movement, her mother reached for her hand, as she extended her arms. She felt the coldness of her mother's fingers against her own skin, but she realized it was the worse move she could have done. The sound was like a firework, if it would have been sparkling right next to her face. She saw her mother fall down on the floor, and it hit her. She had been shot. And worse, she was not moving, like life had been taken out of her body in a moment that lasted only half a second. She stared at her, her eyes wide open. Even if no one would have been holding her, she couldn't have moved, speechless of what she was the witness of.

The man let go of her, and she had no idea why, but she finally came back to her senses and ran to her mother, shaking her roughly as tears fell from her eyes, blurring her vision. On the corner of her eyes, she saw her father was pulling a fight with both men. She was not sure if he was winning, or losing, but she suddenly realized, although she didn't want to believe it, that he was the only parent she had left. He was the only person who loved her, now.

She ran upstairs, and opened the wardrobe where her mother put all the towels, and quickly pulled them on the floor. Her parents were not aware, but she knew her father was hiding a gun in there, in case of emergency. It was safe to say it would be useful at this exact moment. She pulled on the box with all her strenght. She had touched it a lot of times, and she knew how heavy it was. She was not even sure she'd be able to hold it, but she had to try. She had to do it for her mother's memory, and for her father's life.

She walked as fast as the massive object let her, rushing downstairs and almost tripping on her own feet. She contained the tears that wanted to invade her cheeks and stood there as both men were hitting her father with all their strength. She had no idea how she'd be able to hold the weapon higher, or if she could aim at all. None of them had noticed her though, probably thinking she'd do like any kid and go hide, and that was a good point for her. She scanned the room quickly and ran to the kitchen, bringing back a chair with her on which she had carefully put the gun.

She knelt down behind the chair and took the gun in her hands, its weight mostly held by the solid piece of wood. The only thing she thought about, was to not think at all. Quickly, she charged the gun the way she had seen her father do so often. The sound hinted to the others she was there, and she only had time to take a big breath before she used two fingers to press the trigger, making the firework explode once again.

The bullet went directly into the man's chest, and the sound of his skull hitting the hard floor brought a sensation she wasn't used to, inside of her. Her ears hurt because of the sound and she grimaced, but she knew that had helped her father as she saw him get up quickly and hit the other man hard behind the head. He too, fell on the floor and her father ran to her as quick as he could, taking the gun out of her hands and surrounding her petite frame with his strong arms. The only thing she could think about was her mother, and she turned around to take a look at her.

Her eyes were closed, perhaps, she had closed them right before to be hit, and under her body laid a pool a blood. A shiver of hatred ran up her spine for the men now both laying in her living room, screaming for revenge.

Her father quickly took her head closer, burring it into his shirt.

"You need to be strong for some more minutes, my angel." he sweetly stated. "Run up to the phone and call 911."

The young girl bitted her bottom lip and nodded slowly as she did what she was asked to. When she hung up, she looked at her father from the kitchen, laying close to her mother's body. For the very first time, she saw him freely bawling, grabbing his wife's body up the ground and hugging her close like she was still alive, like her soul was still stuck to her body. At this exact moment, she hoped she could have taken her mother's place. Watching her father so desperate was more than her young heart seemed to be able to handle.

She knew everything had changed in a matter of minutes. Her whole life was going to be completely different from now on. And somehow, she was also aware that she was not her father's angel anymore.
She was a broken angel.

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+thanks Julie, Jess & Jessie for replying

+if it isnt good, plz tell me? id highly appreciate your honest opinion.
+Livia
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