Bobby looked over his shoulder. When he saw no one behind him, he stopped and put his hands on his knees. His breaths were heavy and his skin running with sweat. How long had he been running? He didn't know and guessed he would never find out.
The morning would soon be coming, drowning the night out in light. He wished the night would never leave. If it were light out, he could be seen easily. For a moment, his thoughts went back to his friends who were now caught and most likely thrown into Juvenile. And Sydney, she had told him to run. How could she have been so willing to give up her freedom for his? Well, that didn't matter right now. What mattered is that he didn't get caught.
His ears were starting to fill with the dimmed sirens in the background. They were far away. He sat down in the leaves and leaned his back against a tree trunk. He had to rest for a few moments at the least. Now his mind was on his mom and dad. He still didn't want to accept the fact that he had killed his own mother. What would his father say when he found out? What was his father doing?
"Oh, God, I know you probably aren't listening to me, but if by chance you are, keep my dad safe. He's all I got now." Bobby looked down at the ground, half-blushing to himself. He never prayed anymore, so why now? "Oh, yea, and Mom, if you can at all hear me, 'cause I know you believed in all that religious stuff, I'm sorry…I'm so sorry," he choked. Just then, the sirens blared not too far away and instinctively, Bobby jumped up and started running again. He thought it better to get out of there while he could. In just moments, this forest would swarming with cops and Child services.
Tess sank down in her revolving chair. She didn't move an inch. Her brown eyes were held steadily on the door that Ryan had just moments ago exited. Had it just been her mind playing tricks on her or had she really seen what she thought she did. Well, it would explain him trying to convince Jim to carry on with the "plan" the other day. Tess shook her head and stood up, reality finally hitting her.
"No," she murmured. "Not possible." But as she thought, a small voice inside of her kept telling her that it was. The more she tried to push it out of her head, the stronger it got. Was this her assignment, winning over a demon? But no, Ryan wasn't a demon, he was the devil himself.
Tess swung her purse over her shoulder and walked out of the building, half-expecting to find someone waiting for her. But there wasn't anyone around. Only the regular pedestrians. Then she remembered the announcement on the radio. How could the Father of let this happen to her two angel babies? What was this world coming to? And now, Andrew and Monica were humans. That meant they could…Tess decided not to think about it. And that day, she kept all of her secret emotions to herself.
"Okay, Andrew, you're free-for the moment," Officer McKellen announced to the angel of death. He released Andrew from the tight handcuffs and gave him a starting nudge into the hospital room. Andrew rubbed his wrists and peered at the mark where the cuffs had been. Then he looked up and saw the figure lying on the bed, hooked up to IV's and oxygen tanks. He regretted this very much, but he knew that after two weeks, it was time to see his friend-his wife.
She was so still, and so quite. He remembered the time when he had had Leukemia. She probably had felt the same way he did, entering the room and seeing the person you love and care for in pain and suffering. But even though he had been in such terrible condition at the time, she tended to him all the time and hardly ever left his bedside. Now he had to do the same for her.
"Monica?" he whispered, though he knew she wouldn't answer. The doctors had told him that even when someone is unconscious, the soul can hear. Andrew glanced back at the officer who stood right outside the glass window. There was definitely no way of escape, he thought as he noticed the rifle that the cop held. "Monica, honey?" he asked again, sitting at her side. There was no response. "I'm here if you need me, for I know you probably do. I'm so sorry that all of this had to happen." Andrew looked down at his orange jumpsuit. "Me being in jail and you being here," he added.
He studied her face. It was all scarred and scratched up. Her eyes were puffed up five times the size that they usually were. She was frowning, her lips seeming to want to open and speak. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her scarred forehead, his lips quivering as he did so.
"Oh, honey," he cried and buried his head in her hair. "I love you so much. I should've told you that before…and now…now it's too late. Well, if you really can hear me, I just want you to know that I truly do. Please try to hold on…please, Monica," he wept. His tears lighted up on her face. For a moment, Andrew couldn't tell if they were his tears or hers. "I wish I could tell you more, but I have to go soon-judges orders. The jury voted to see if I could come and see you, and reluctantly they voted yes. I was really relieved, baby girl. I really miss you and the kids. I didn't think being a father would be so hard, honestly I didn't." There was a soft but loud bang on the window and Andrew shifted around to see Officer McKellen pointing at his wristwatch. "Bye, Angel Girl. And no matter what happens, remember that you'll always be my Angel Girl." He planted one last kiss on her nose and cheek, then embraced her as tight as he possibly could, for she would be in pain if she woke up. Actually, Andrew had been hoping for her to awaken while he had been there, but she showed no sign of life whatsoever.
"Coming, Son?" the officer asked, opening the door a crack. "Remember, you can visit her twice a week. That's all," he said calmly. He didn't seem to care that Andrew was in tears. He just hit him on the back to get him moving.
"So when can I see her next?" Andrew asked sadly. "I need to see her…I need to."
"Well, let's see. Today is Monday, so how 'bout you visit every Mondays and Fridays." McKellen shrugged.
"Fine," Andrew mumbled despite the fact that he was carrying that kind of tone with an authority.
Just then, a sweet but anxious voice ran through Andrew's ears. He turned to see a nurse with hazel hair and gray eyes standing in the hallway. Her face was full of excitement. She motioned backwards to Andrew and the officer.
"Hurry, Andrew, and Officer McKellen," she exclaimed. "Monica is waking up!" Andrew felt his jaw drop and a lump of happiness flow into his stomach. But nervousness assisted it. What would she act like? What would her first reaction be?
