FINALLY! Y'all think,

Well, so do I. This was certainly a LONG week. But my tests went well, so I'm free to make you all happy peppy with a chappy wappy!

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Never mind (:

I think you're dieing by now to find out what happens …

So I won't bore you with my stupid babbling

Enjoy…

Angel PoV

After all those years, I would've never thought I would feel this way again.

Safe, hopeful and all of it done by this wonderful family, who secured my, adopted me and loved me. Especially one of them.

Nick, I don't know what it was, but he found the little spark and blew it back to a soft flame. No, not a fire. Absolutely not, but he helped. He gave me his trust and his love. They all did.

Although I certainly didn't deserve it. I wasn't selfless like they said I was. I was selfish, for staying quiet in a singer's family.

Still, here I was. Sitting on the couch, watching a television programme. Something I'd almost never did back in the house or in the orphanage for that matter.

I knew I shouldn't, happiness would only fire back on me. It would get me, suck me back and punish me for being happy.
Like this morning, everything just went red and black in front of my eyes. My whole body was limp, painful and sore. Every scar seemed to be torn open again, as were the never healed wounds inside my chest.

So I had tried to release some of the pain inside. Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much then.

So I made new cuts next to the old ones. It hurt, yes, of course it did, but nothing could compare to the shadows still lurking around. Gripping every chance, every thought and hurt me with it.

I had put my hands over my ears, trying to block them out, smearing the crimson blood on my face too.

I didn't know when Nick, sweet Nick came. He just was there.

I cried, not because of the cuts. I had hurt him, made him angry. I was such a horrible person. Still, he told me he only was hurt because I was hurt.

He still loved me. Love, not like, or not feel sorry for. Love.

It held me, like he held me. Like a warm blanket and the delicious choco milkshake Kevin had made.

That one little simple word, it made all the shadows go away. It blocked the pain, at least for a while.

Kevin and Joe had helped him, they were so nice, so sweet and I couldn't even thank them. I couldn't repeat the simple words.

I was happy when Joe had announced he was going. Not because I didn't wanted him around, far from that.

It was because I knew where he was going, when even his brothers didn't. I had seen him buy the tickets 2 days before. I was happy because I had seen the way Joe looked at Macy. The way she cot even more clumsier then she already was around him.

Hopefully she wouldn't get clumsy during the game.

Kevin left too, saying he was going shopping and maybe going to a movie with a girl…

I was happy, because he was happy.

Eventually Nick was the only one keeping me company, but I didn't need much else.
His brothers, their parents. They helped keeping the shadows away, keeping the pain at a distance, but Nick. He was a shield, with him. I couldn't see the shadows, even though they were there. With him. The pain seemed to dull, till almost nothing.

He was like Shephen had been, even though he said I was the Angel. He was, he was like my personal angel.

I didn't mind watching the pop-idols thing. He liked it, so I enjoyed it too. In fact, every time one of their songs passed by, I felt proud. Proud that I knew him. Helped him with his songs.

I loved doing that. I had always enjoyed writing. The feeling of creating things out of nothing. Making them real, beautiful. Like he did with music.

I should've known, I should've seen it.

When Nick went down to fetch us (himself) some things to eat (I still didn't eat much. My appetite disappeared when I though of Stephen, how much he would've enjoyed this) I heard a weird noise. Sending a chill down my spine and making me tense up completely.

I should've known, I should've seen.

I heard the floor crack and I was about to run downstairs, to Nick's safe arms when a pair of fingers sneaked around my throat. Fingers I knew very well.

'Where are you going sweetheart?' the voice of my father asked. 'I'm not done with you yet.' And the hands tightened around my throat. I thought about how much I would disappoint my new family. I thought about Stephen, who gave his life for mine. How that sacrifice was now wasted.

I heard a crash, a gasp. 'Let go of her this instant!' Nick's beautiful singing voice now screamed. Terror in his voice. Did he really love me that much? Going against my father?

I felt the same terror, maybe worse when Nick lunged himself at my father. Trying to get him to release me.

'You're the little whore's new screw huh?' my father's voice sneered. Tears burned in my eyes. I wished Nick shouldn't have to see this, shouldn't have to hear what my father would say.

'She's not worth it.' He spat and I knew it was completely true. He was going to finish what he started. Finish me off like he wanted before Stephen sacrificed himself.

'Yes! Yes she is! You're so blind, so damn fucking stupid that you don't see that! She is worth it! She's worth so much more!' Nick's voice screamed.

I opened my eyes in confusion, black spots blurring my vision.

I felt my father fall back, releasing me. I thankfully inhaled needed oxygen. I hadn't realised he was choking me. I fell down, my knees unable to support me. Dejavu…

I turned around and saw Nick struggling with my father. 'She took care of you! She helped you! She never gave you in!' He screamed in his face.

'Stupid! Damn! Idiot! Of! An! Unworthy! Can't even call yourself a father!' He would pay for this, I knew that and I was right.

My father hit him straight in the jaw, in his stomach and once again on the side of his head.
Nick fell back, against the couch. I crawled to the side of the bank instinctively. I took the phone standing there, pushed speed dial and crossed my fingers.

I heard a crack and quickly turned around. My father had broken a leg of one of the chairs. He was walking towards Nick.

'I'll finish her later; the little bitch isn't worth living.' He said. 'I'll make sure you'll be somewhat alive so you can enjoy the show.'

I dropped the phone and I think I went paler then I already was. He was going to hurt Nick, like he had hurt Stephen.

He was going to kill him too. He was going to take what I loved again.

Loved?

Yes, I loved Nick. Sweet, beautiful voiced Nick. I could talk to him and feel safe with him. My father would not hurt him. Would not scar and scare the face I knew so well.
Like he hurt and scared Stephen! My father wasn't going to take that away, not again!

I was selfless now, I can admit that. I couldn't live with the idea of having another dear person hurt because of me.

So I forced myself to stand up and to run to my father. Walking straight into his ice cold, stone like chest. I let my fists come down on it. Hoping it would help, hoping it would give Nick enough time to get away.

He didn't. 'Angel!' he just half screamed, half moaned because of the hits against his jaw. I kept struggling with my father, releasing all the pain I had on him. Every shout, every time he had scared Stephen. Every hit, every kick, every cut and every insult, I let it come out. Tears streaming down my face, struggling and forcing him to go back. Away from Nick.

Away from the new found and only hope I had left. It would crush his brothers, his parents, his friends; it would crush me if he'd get hurt.

Would they be crushed if I got hurt too? I wondered. Did they really care so much as they told me they did?

My head was getting clearer with every time I hit him and forced him to back away. Surprised and not used to me resisting him.

He wasn't surprised very long and hit me with the piece of chair, full force on the side of my head, in my face and in my side.
'No Angel!' Nick cried and I felt him by my side, supporting me and forcing me behind his taller body. 'Try that again!' he threatened.

Obviously my father would and I saw the piece of metal hit his shoulder, I felt him wince in pain he was not used to.

'Little bitch!' my father spat at me. 'Resisting me! How dare you!' he spoke with a slight double tongue. He was tipsy, if not drunk.

I felt sad; he never stopped drinking after mom's death. I felt sorry for him. I really did, but there was no reason to take it out on Stephen. Maybe not even on me.

'I will kill you, I will, slowly and painfully. I will send you to that brat of a brother down to hell!' He screamed and tried to get to me, but Nick stepped in between him and me. 'Never!' he calmly said. Angry my father punched Nick again with the metal and again and again. Forcing him to back away.

'Get out of my way! I will send you after her. Loving my daughter, the unworthy little… just like her mother.' He yelled

'For your information, she's more lovable then you are. Filthy child abuser!' Nick spat, hands around his stomach where he just got hit.

He made my father only angrier. He pulled something out of his pocket. Something very familiar. Something shiny, strong and silver coloured.

The knife…

He swung it back, but it never reached the goal it was meant for, it never reached nick's chest.

It reached mine…

''—''—''—''—''—''—''

Mhhhmm, her lips were so soft, they tasted like chocolate, delicious chocolate.

I didn't know how we got at this point. My lips against hers, but I loved it. Her hands around my neck, in my now very messy hair. My hands around her waist.

Eventually she broke away, still hugging me. 'You know this is like a dream come true for a huge Jobro fan girl like me?' She said.

I chuckled. 'Yeah, you know this is a dream come true for me? Joe from school instead of Joe of Jonas?' I asked and made her laugh too.

Damn, I loved her laugh. It made her eyes shine and it made her downright adorable.

I was about to continue kissing Macy when my phone started ringing…

Seriously, after a whole night of peace they called now? I sighed annoyed, but she just laughed and got the phone out of my jacket.

'Hi, this is Joe's phone, he's a bit busy right now so he has to call you ba…' she said, smiling at first, but that smile quickly vanished. In stead came horror as she quickly handed it to me. I pressed it against my ear. This couldn't be good.

I heard nothing at first, but some muffled noises and some irritated groans before I heard what was obviously Nick's voice, but far away and sounding hurt. 'Angel!' he yelled. I heard more sounds and lowered the phone with a scared look at Macy.

'That was…' I began. 'Nick with…' she continued. 'Angel and…' I said. 'This can't be good.' She finished.

'Damn!' I moaned, I should've never left!

The person I left for took my hand and told me to stay calm and call Kevin. So I did, screamed at him that he had to get to the house immediately because something was really wrong.

After that she dragged me in the direction of my car, as soon as I understood I started running. Macy half beside, half behind me.

I jumped over the front of the car and I had it started in record time.

None of us said anything as I raced home. Hoping to get caught by police. You'll obviously understand why.

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Nick PoV

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The knife getting pulled out of a pocket, after witch it got send my way.

Angel, little and right now very weak catching it. For me.

The knife sticking out of her torso. Her falling down as her father laughed at her sight and my face.

Me catching her. Laying her down on the ground. Checking to see if I could help her.

A kick against my ribs, a sharp jolt of pain and a voice that said: 'Let her die, she's better of dead.'

A slam against the speakers chin. The sound of the metal, me picking it up and letting it make contact with the face once again.

The thumb of the now unconscious body, falling on the floor.

It all went in slow motion.

I looked at the man lying across our floor, before I dropped the metal and turned around back to Angel.

Blood, the same crimson I saw this morning, dripping from the wound and drenching her shirt.

Her skin paler then I had ever seen it. The little flame I had seen was now completely gone.

I froze, she couldn't go! I started moving when I realised she might.

I ran over to her and took her in my arms, letting the knife stick inside her chest, knowing I would only damage her more by removing it.

I thought it were her tears that wetted her face, but I found out it were mine. As soon as I realised I tried to hold them in, but failed.

'Angel, come on, stay with me Angel.' Would it be possible that the girl I closed in my heart? The girl I could talk to, really talk to. The girl that made me smile more then I ever did.

'No, Angel. You can't leave. Come on lil' sis!' I practically begged her.

The door slammed open. 'Nick?!' Joe heavily breathed. 'Angel!' Kevin yelled.

I heard two female gasps and two male groans as Kevin, Stella, Macy and Joe saw me sitting there with Angel.

Stella's hand flung towards her phone and I could hear the three beeps. I saw Joe run towards the bathroom, probably getting first aid as Macy and Kevin approached me.

'What happened?' Kevin whispered, kneeling in front of me. Mace sitting next to him, eyes worried.

'Her father.' I tried to speak, but my throat seemed closed. So I nodded towards the body of James Stevens.

I heard Kevin scream to Stella to call the police to, but I was to busy chanting. 'Live Angel, don't leave, don't you dare. Live Angel, don't leave…'

Once again I felt like being in her diary, as the cops came and the paramedics forced Angel out of my hands.

''—''—''—''—''—''

I sat in the waiting room, my head bowed. Hoping, begging. That she would be okay.

The others were here too. Just like mom and dad. They had been there too when I told the police about what happened. It was hard, but not as hard as waiting.

Joe and Macie were sitting together. Staring at each other, or just at the wall. Arms around each other and I wished I could put my arms around Angel. Comforting her like I did after the nightmares.

Stella was sitting next to me. She was holding my jacket, talking to mom and trying to soothe us all at the same time.

Kevin watched the clock tick slowly.

We waited.
The others switched partners sometimes. Kevin comforting his best girl friend Macie, as did best friends Joe and Stella.

I just sat and wished my best friend was here. When it was her we were waiting for. Mom and Dad kept asking doctors if they knew something.

None of them did, although they promised to take a look. Not one came back.

After what seemed like hours the doors finally opened and a doctor called the Jonas family.

'Hello, I'm Doctor Johnson. We have been treating your daughter Angel, correct?' She asked. Dad nodded.

'Well, I have both good and bad news.' He said as we all looked up.

I could live with anything as long as she was going to be okay. 'Good news first.' Mom said.

'She's stable now. We'll have to watch her for some time, but we hope she will be fine.' She doctor said.

No one dared to ask, except Joe of course. 'What's…' he gulped. 'The bad news?'

'Well, you won't like to hear this.' She sighed as we all tensed up.

'But we think she might turn out to be pretty hurt after this, her mental health might be really damaged.' She said.

We all looked at her…

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I really want some reviews, it will absolutely make me write so much faster (and better, for that matter)

This was SUCH A SAD SHAPTER T.T

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