Wow! I can't believe the number of reviews and follows I got just for the first chapter! Thank you all so much! So the last chapter we saw Sam reveal to Quinn that he is her angel, we'll pick up from there. Hope you all like it!
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"You're my what?" Quinn sputtered, the forkful of scrambled eggs halfway to her mouth.
The Angel simply chuckled, "I'm your angel, Quinn. No jokes, no kiddings… is that how they say it down here? No kiddings?"
Quinn was speechless. She fully expected herself to wake up to another day of self-pity and loathing, then an uncontrolled consumption of alcohol together with relentless chain smoking. But today, she'd had a total stranger appear out of nowhere, cook her breakfast, and tell her that he's her Angel.
Dropping the fork and raising a hand to her temple, Quinn sighed, "Shit I knew I drank way too much last night…" Looking up to see Sam gazing at her with a bemused expression, she sighed yet again, "Look dude, I've no idea who you are and who you think you are. But you probably escaped from some asylum, and I'm probably way too hungover to think things right. So why don't you just see yourself out. Thanks for not doing anything to me, and for breakfast."
Sam didn't react. He knew what kind of reception to expect before he came down to Earth. Quinn had lost her way and strayed off the path, she had lost her faith in anything and everything a long time ago. Sam knew that she had to learn how to trust and how to love again. So for now, he opted for the safe route: attempt to convince her without scaring her.
"Listen, I mean it when I say that-"
"I don't really care. As far as I know, you're just some lunatic or crackhead who found his way into my house and decided to pull your shit here." She dropped the fork and shoved the plate of food away from her, "I'm gonna go get changed, and when I come back down, I expect to see your weird ass gone."
If Sam had taken offense, he didn't show it. So Quinn simply got up and strutted toward the staircase. Sam briefly allowed himself to appreciate the swaying of her hips before mentally chastising himself. Pull yourself together; you're supposed to help her not lust over her! And she's a human too, so get your mind outta the gutter. Mental Sam sounded really similar to Saint Martin, the angel trainer.
Sam simply watched her walk away, before simply walking out the front door.
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Quinn swears she's had at least two full bottles of whiskey already, but she's not shitfaced yet. Huh, as if my day wasn't weird as hell already.
In addition to that, Quinn didn't feel the usual smokiness and shortness of breath despite the fact that she'd already burned through three packs in the matter of two hours. Staring at a fourth pack in her hand, Quinn mentally cursed it for not doing what it should have done.
"So Q, how's stuff goin' on at yer end?" Quinn glanced over at G, whose real name was Gloria. The heavyset black girl, together with the rest of the Skanks, were staring at her. Usually Quinn was too drunk or smoked out to even mumble a reply, but now she was sober and fully lucid.
Quinn crossed her legs on the couch, "Well this morning some guy I don't recall seeing in my life made me breakfast, then told me he was my angel. So yeah, my day's been weird."
She sat there tapping her knee and looking at the unopened pack of cigarettes. The Skanks just stared at her, wondering if she was high or something.
"Okay… ya sure ya weren't just drunk off ya pink ass? Maybe ya brough' him home last night and he banged ya brains out!" The rest of the Skanks burst into laughter at G's comment.
Quinn faux-smiled, then made to get up and leave, "Well G, at least I'm able to bring a guy home and have him pleasure me without scaring him off to Antarctica or eating him." With a sweet smile, Quinn left.
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Walking along the streets of Lima at 8pm was not how Quinn pictured her evening to be. She was usually passed out on the couch under the bleachers or chain-smoking till her lungs neared the point of collapse. But tonight, she found herself wandering the roads, looking for something to pass the time. She didn't want to return home now, because her mother was still awake and would certainly attempt to make her dinner or do something "motherly" to try and bring back her daughter.
It was exactly these kinds of thoughts that Quinn despised having and so resorted to alcohol and cigarettes to forget. She wanted to completely erase her past and not think about the future, she just wanted to smoke and drink and forget. Because remembering her past is hard and painful, and thinking for the future is presumptuous and taxing. So why bother to think about both.
Too distracted with her inner monologue, Quinn didn't see someone running up to her.
"Hey!" She stopped to find a man standing in front of her. He wore a bandana, faded jeans, and a leather jacket with nothing underneath. His face was greasy and he was missing a tooth. He smelled as if he was just dipped in a vat of animal fat and elephant shit mixed together, then tossed into another vat of alcohol.
"Move." Quinn deadpanned, and then attempted to sidestep him and be on her way. But he stepped into her path, blocking her.
"Woah there, what's the rush, pinkie? I've seen you around, and damn you're hot." He flashed his missing-a-tooth grin, displaying yellow and even some black teeth.
"I'm not in the mood for this. Get out of my way." Another sidestep attempt, another block.
"Who said anything about you being in the mood?" He traced the back of his forefinger down Quinn's cheek, "I'm in the mood for a little fun." His grin was even more pronounced now.
"Well go find a hole to stick it in then. Get the fuck out of my way. Now." Quinn did her best glare straight into the creep's eyes, only to find him smile even more devilish-ly at her.
"I don't think so." He grabbed Quinn's hand and dragged her to a nearby alley. Despite Quinn's attempts to break free, he was too strong.
Pinning her against the wall, he begin to sloppily lick and even bite at her neck. He used his hands to hold her in place at her waist. Quinn struggled and even punched and kicked, but nothing she tried could get him off her. The man continued, pressing himself close up against her, and then beginning to thrust his hips forward. Quinn was about to scream, but his hand flew up to cup her mouth.
"If you scream, I'll make this even more painful for you."
She responded by biting his hand.
Drawing his bitten hand back, he slapped Quinn across her face. Hard. "Bitch, you'll regret that." The man sneered.
He moved his hands up to Quinn's chest, palming her breasts. Quinn almost cried. "Mm, you've got a nice pair, pinkie," he licked his lips, "Let's see them bare." With that, he reached out for the button strip on her vest, wanting to rip it open.
Before he could touch it, he was flung back, as if thrown by a massive force. Quinn slumped to the ground, in tears and eyes shut. The man's back smashed against the opposite wall, then fell onto the ground facedown. Suddenly, he was picked up by someone. He came face to face with a young man who was holding him up off the ground with one hand. But this man's eyes wear not normal. They weren't there.
Quinn felt the pressure of the man lift off of her, and she cracked her eyes open to see what had happened. Through teary eyes, she managed to make out her almost-rapist being held against the wall, legs flailing about. He was being restricted by the man in her house today, Sam!
"Your sin today will not be forgiven," Sam spat to the man he held, who had pissed himself out of fear. To him, Sam appeared to be a terrifying monster people could only think about. Angels had the ability to appear in any form to humans, and to this man, Sam appeared to be fear incarnate, "You will not be granted permission to enter the gates of Heaven. Leave, and never touch her or anyone else again."
He then let go of the man, who was at this point already in tears and could barely move on his legs properly. He screamed and ran away.
Turning to Quinn, Sam rushed over and gathered her in his arms, "Let's get you home."
The next thing Quinn knew, they were in her room. Sam laid her down on the bed and then knelt beside it. "Are you okay?"
Quinn sniffed, the horror of almost being raped still fresh in her mind. She couldn't come up with a coherent sentence to say, so she shook her head violently. Sam said nothing, but he raised his hand to put it on her head. Quinn scampered away, not wanting to be touched.
"Hey it's alright, it's just me. I promise you'll be fine." His voice somehow managed to sooth here, and for some reason, she felt like she could trust him. So she let him hold his hand to the back of her head and press their foreheads together. Instantly, Quinn felt warmth spread throughout her body, and slowly but surely, the trauma of what just happened began to slip away, till it became nothing.
Sam held her hand in both of hers, "Feel better?" she nodded, "Good, I'm going to get you some water, wait right here." He raised himself up and pressed his lips to her forehead, and then he left the room.
Quinn was left to ponder what just happened. She was just about to be violated, but all of a sudden he appears out of nowhere and saves her, then brings her back here. Come to think of it, how the hell did we get back here? Just then Sam comes back in.
"Here, drink this." He hands her the mug and she drains it in one full gulp. Then she looks at Sam and he simply smiles, "Do you believe me now?"
"You're… really an angel? My angel?" Quinn quietly asks.
"I've been your angel since the day you were born, Quinn," He takes her hand in his again, "I've watched you grow up and learn new things, make new friends, fall from mistakes and get up again. I've always been there."
After a moment of silence, Quinn asks, "Then why do you suddenly only appear now? You could've appeared when I was a sophomore and saved me from getting pregnant!" Quinn snatched her hand away from Sam and glared at him, "You could have save me so much pain."
"I couldn't have even if I wanted to Quinn." Sam's expression is forlorn, "That was something that had to happen, it was something beyond my control. But now, you've fallen again, and this time you aren't getting up. I'm going to help you find your way back."
Quinn doesn't know what to say. She doesn't want to believe that this person here is really an Angel, her own Angel. But what just happened clearly refutes that. But this is totally crazy, it's simply impossible.
After a long silence, Quinn nods and in a tiny voice says, "Okay, I believe that you are my Angel."
Sam's face lights up with a smile, "Good. But in order for me to properly help you, you're going to have to do a few things for me: dye your hair back to blond, go back to your usual dressing and stop smoking or drinking."
Eyes widening in realization, Quinn exclaims, "That was you! You're the reason I didn't get drunk or smoky today!"
"That's right that was me. I did it in order to protect you. So will you do those things for me?"
By saying yes, it meant that Quinn was going to trust this person and that she would have to break out of this drunk routine and go back to normal life. A large part of her wanted to scream and shout and kick this Angel back to the clouds, but a smaller part wanted to say yes and go back to the old Quinn, to return to life before alcohol and cigarettes and pink hair with black clothes.
So she nods.
Another bright smile, "Perfect. Now, you must be exhausted. Why don't you take a nice hot shower and then get some sleep, okay?"
Nodding again, Quinn gets up to go to the bathroom. As she does, Sam cups her cheeks and kisses her forehead again before flashing her a gorgeous smile and turning around and heading toward the window. Quinn wonders if all Angels are that good looking.
Puzzled, Quinn asks, "Hey, where are you going? The door is there," she jerks her hand toward her room door.
Sam simply looks at her and suddenly, two pure white wings emerge from his back. They stretch out to fill the width of her room and look to be the length of half a car each. Quinn's mouth drops open.
"If you didn't believe me still, you do now," Sam winks, "Goodnight Quinn, sleep tight."
With that, he steps out of the window and with a great flap of his wings, Sam flies off into the moonlight.