We made our way to the Farmhouse. After Patch's bike had been destroyed after his feather was burnt while riding it, he bought another Harley, shiny, black and classy. The engine roared down the highway. Patch wore a faded grey Guns n' Roses t-shirt and black jeans with leather steel toecap work boots. Presentable yet casual. He always knew how to look respectable in every situation. After Devilcraft was expelled from our world my mothers empathetic thoughts towards Hank Millar depleted. She remembered who he really was, who my father was, who Patch was,who I was. All I knew was that she knew about our secret world but not what she thought about it. The engine cut off. We were on the driveway?! I had been so caught up over what Mum would say I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. 'Ready?' Patch's voice was level. How was he so calm? My heart was beating fast and he knew it. 'Come on you.' He said playfully, lacing his fingers through mine comfortably. Patch and I walked up the driveway ,together. He took a deep breath and and knocked out a playful tune on the door. Mum opened the door, her expression didn't look impressed. With his free hand patch took off his baseball cap, shoved it in his back pocket and looked at me. 'Hi Mum,' I said in a flat tone, 'can we chat?' She gestured for us to come in. It was weird being invited into your own house.
Patch leaned against the kitchen counter, I sat on the worktop next to him while Mum stood with her arms folded studying our laced fingers. 'So,' she said with a strong voice, 'where have you been I've been worried sick. Marcie is missing, no one has seen her. The cops have been knocking on the doors and the last I heard from Scott's Mother you were working in some lowlife bar.' After her rant had come to an end Patch stepped into the conversation. I've got this Angel. 'Mrs Gray, Nora has been staying at my place with Vee,' her face darted towards his direction, 'and as you probably know Marcie was a Nephil, she tried to kill Nora when she burnt all the Fallen Angel feathers which resulted in me being sent to hell,no one has seen her for weeks.' he said it! I'd never heard the words Nephil or Fallen Angel in her presence before. Did she really have to know all this? I suppose theres no point hiding it from her anymore. Her face filled with rage but she composed herself. Her face mellowed and she relaxed her lips. Mum's eyes began tear up. 'I just want to know, are Nora and Vee safe with you?' My Mum's voice cracked as faint tears started to build in the corner of her eyes. Patch pursed his lips for a second and his eyes met mine. I could answer this for myself but somehow I thought it would meant more coming from Patch. 'Mrs Gray your daughter is the most important person in the world to me. I would never put her in harms way. I love Nora with all my heart and she loves me the same.' Mum broke down, she began to walk towards the both of us slowly. 'Thank you for taking care of my girl all those months ago. She wouldn't of survived the last few days of the war without you, I know that for sure.' She flung her arms around him and smiled. Patch became statue like, waiting for her to let go probably. As she was closer to the both of us she further studied our entwined hands. 'Is that an engagement ring?'.
After a long conversation Mum began to understand that Patch gave me the ring after the battle that ended the war. We explained that we had both taken a blood oath to one another that bound our relationship and gave Patch the ability to feel again. I started to think that Mum was enjoying his company.