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I never imagined years ago, I would know the exact moment that I was about to die. But the part that scared me the most was waiting to die. I knew it was coming, it was just a matter of time. I was only twenty two, I was much too young to die. I knew I wasn't ready, not yet.

Here I was, in my parent's Villa in Las Vegas, bleeding to death. I knew deep down that it was a mistake to let him in. You'd think that after so many failed relationships that I would know better. Oh hell, you would think that I would at least be able to differ a Mr. Wrong from a Mr. Right right? You would think that maybe, after all this time, maybe, just maybe, I would finally learn from my mistakes and change paths. Of course, that was asking too much from me.

I guess I deserve what's coming for all the shit I did. I've put my father through hell and back. Shopping trips, getaways, homes, cars, you name it, I got it. I didn't have to work, why should I when daddy promised he would take care of me. Daddy spoiled me rotten, not only because he loved me but because I was his only child. Sometimes I think he loved me more than my own mother.

But who could blame him?

And my mom, she couldn't give a shit about me even if I was her last hope. I don't want to sound like a whining little rich girl but its true. The reason why I'm an only child was because her looks and body were more important to her than family. She blamed me for her bigger hips, her bleach blond hair, and well, just about everything that went wrong in her life.

I guess I really do ruin everything. I'm truly the walking plague.

Then there's my two best friends in the whole wide world. Isabelle and Amethyst. For all the years that I've known them, they were always true friends. They were always there for me through the good times and the bad. And when I say bad, I'm actually referring to when my mom went through her temper tantrums with me.

Man I hate those days.

But sadly, I can't say the same about me. I've never been there for them when they needed me the most. Oh hell, if it didn't benefit me, I ditched. I even stole their boyfriends to top it off. But Amy doesn't know that part, I managed to keep that part out when I confessed to her about her 'so called ex' Jimmy.

I was always such a bitch. Probably always will be. I am my mother's daughter after all.

"Lily…" I heard a male call out to me, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Am I dead yet?" I asked, terrified.

I knew I was on the brink of death but dying scared me more than anything. I never seen myself growing old, maybe I get that from my mom, but I believed in my heart that I was going to die young. I got it in my head when I was about fourteen, I insisted that I was going to die young. I just knew it.

But never have I imagined dying like this, alone.

"I can help you." he said.

"Are you an angel?" I asked slowly.

It hurt too much to talk.

His laughter grazed the halls, "Yes…"

I shook my head in disbelief.

He couldn't possibly be an angel. I thought to myself as I tried my best to focus on where the male voice was coming from.

It was hard to make out the figure standing at the door. The guy managed to break every lamp in my home. Why? I don't know. Maybe he did it in the hopes that it wouldn't attract any attention but I guess he was wrong because here I was with the presence of a stranger.

I tried to move but found out I couldn't. I don't think I could even move my legs. I thought about it and came to the conclusion that I couldn't feel my legs period.

I'm fucked.

"Well you're too damn late." I told him as I turned my head.

Although it was dark, I could see from where I laid that I was in a puddle of, I'm guessing, is my blood.

"Is that what you think?" he asked, holding open the front door. "You think that I was suppose to save you from that man?"

I shrugged. Some angel you are. "No." I guess I didn't deserve that much.

"I cannot enter unless you invite me in." he smiled. "By the looks of things, a few minutes ago, you were in no position to let me into your home even if you actually wanted to. I could've helped you."

Although my torso ached with pain, my head throbbed, I managed to shed a tear or two. I thought about how I could've avoided all of this if I knew he was there.

Everything was so fresh in my mind, all I wanted to do was cry. I wanted to ball out and scream until I cried myself to sleep. But I knew crying wouldn't solve a thing. It would just leave me weakened.

Its too late for regrets. What's done is done.

I didn't really see the point in being polite but maybe if I was nicer to this guy, maybe he could help me. Call an ambulance or something. Anything. But then again, by the time help arrived, I would already be dead. Of course, that's if he doesn't finish the job.

What more harm could he do that the other guy didn't already do?

"Well, would you please come in?" I offered.

The moment I spoke those words, I felt a cool breeze next to me. "I can save you. And when I do, I can help you seek revenge on the man who did this to you."

I wanted to laugh so badly. But I knew that if it hurt to cry, then it would hurt even more to laugh.

"What kind of angel are you? Why would you do that for me?"

"Because you remind me of someone that I couldn't save. She didn't have a chance unlike you." he growled, "She wasn't a fighter."

"Oh and I am?" I asked him slowly.

I didn't feel much like a fighter. I didn't even feel like a survivor. More like a soon to be corpse.

The moment he wrapped his hands around my throat was the moment I knew things had just taken a turn for the worse. I felt as if my lungs were going to explode. Before I knew it, he tossed me onto the sofa as if I was nothing more than a rag doll. With little oxygen to my brain, I was barely functioning, I couldn't think straight or absorb what was about to happen.

"You toy with men, you stupid rich girl. I will show you what happens when you fuck with me!" he yelled as he held my mother's fertility statue, which then collided with my head.

"Yes, and with my lessons, you will be much stronger and much faster than any man." he told me with a grin. "You'll be able to move swiftly enough without him even noticing." he paused, kneeling to my side. "And no longer will you be at the mercy of any man." he frowned. "I can change all this."

"Can you turn back the hands of time as well? Can you take all this away?" I asked, tears filling my eyes.

"No, but I can stop the pain. I can give you life."

Life? I thought to myself. Well, its not like I have many options left. I'm practically dead. If I'm not dead, then I'm most definitely dying.

And the moment I nodded was the moment I would start my new life.

Within his mouth, he took my life and from his mouth, he gave me a new one. Everything flashed before my eyes, my father, friends, and…my son.