Okay, here we go with chapter two

Story of an angel

Nick PoV

I stepped out of the car, stretching my muscles from the long ride home.

Behind me, someone, I think it was Joe, helped Angel get out of the car.

I turned around, wondering how she would react on our big fire house.

She looked up at it. Eyes full of curiosity, this obviously didn't remember her of her past.

I chuckled and turned around, but Kevin beat me to the trunk of the car. He already had Angel's suitcase in his hand.

'come on sweetie, we'll show you around the house.' My mother told her sweetly.

The girl, Angel, looked at her and nodded.

When we were all inside we gave Angel a tour around the house. She took everything up in her, as if trying to remember it for later. I didn't know why, but it made me feel good. It meant she was planning on staying with us. Witch meant she thought we were pretty nice.

Or at least not as bad as she previously had lived through.

When we were in the kitchen, about to show her where her room would be, the door suddenly got thrown open.

Angel crouched and backed away from the sound. Eyes wide open.

'Shh!' we all hissed at the newcomer.

It was Stella, our fashion designer and good friend of the family since Joe spilled his drink on his shirt in kindergarten and Stella was the only one nice enough to help him.

'where is she, is she here yet, I want to meet her. What's she like!' Stella squealed, not paying attention to our hisses. Angel almost fell back until her back hit the wall. Stiff as a statue. Like someone was going to attack her.

'Stella!' 'SHHH!' 'you're scaring her!' Me, Joe and Kevin exclaimed.

Stella noticed Angel, standing against the wall. My father trying to calm her.

'it's okay, Stella is a friend, nobody is going to hurt you.' He assured her, holding his hands palm side up. Showing her he wasn't going to do anything.

She didn't relax, but looked at Stella suspiciously. Stella herself wore a really worried and guilty expression on her face. 'I'm sorry!' she whispered. 'I didn't wanted to scare you, I'm Stella.'

Angel relaxed, now sure that Stella wasn't her father or anyone who had did to her whatever happened to her.

Angel shot an apologetic look at Stella, softly nodding her head and waving.

Stella waved back, a huge relieved smile on her face. After that she faced us.

'talk, now?' she half ordered half asked.

Joe started to explain. ' she's our new sister, Angel.'

Stella, being Stella, exclaimed: 'really, she is?! She's so cute, and pretty! What happened to her, is she damaged. Poor thing! Why didn't she answer me? She isn't deaf is she!?' She kept on rattling until Joe grabbed her by her shoulders and said: ' STELLA! Calm down please, or you won't get any answers.'

'oops.' Stella pretended to zip her mouth and threw the key away.

'you see, we don't really know what happened to her…'

'what?'

'stella!'

'oh, sorry, continue…'

'we don't really, we only know she was found covered in blood, cuts and bruises. Probably abused by someone, her father most likely and beaten half to death. She's silent because, well, she won't talk. She just doesn't.' I finished the explanation, since Joe had put his hands over Stella's mouth.

'Jo, num calet no noh!' she mumbled. 'what?' He asked and released her.

'I said: Joe, you can let go now!' she told him. She turned to us. 'Poor girl.' She said. 'Poor little thing, she looks so vunerable and she's so small! How could somebody do that to her!'

'that's why she's with us now Stells.' I said. 'Just be careful around her. She's not used to us and very scared.'

'promise!' Stella crossed her fingers.

We all walked back to the kitchen where mom and Angel were sitting, glasses of juice in front of them. My father got a call from someone and was standing in the doorway.

'oh, there you are!' my mother said and turned to Angel. 'would you like to see your room now?' she asked.

Angel nodded, a little bit eager. Once she must have been a happy girl.

'you mind me coming?' Stella asked, biting her lip. Once again Angel moved her head, this time to shake her head no quickly.

'mind us coming?' I asked joking. She made a huffing sound, almost laughter as she shook no again.

So we walked up the stairs and another, she got a room above us, the one across Frankie's. He was at our Grandma's place right now. My parents thought that would be better, not to many people at once…

I opened the door and let her go in. It was a very pretty room. Not girly, nor was it boring. It was white with silver and some purple. A pretty large bed was standing on the left side of the room. A desk and a closet across from the door witch let the right side a bit open, only having some shelves on the wall. There were two windows, one above her desk and one left from her bed.

She looked around, curious and interested. Then she turned around, eyes wondering. Was this all hers? 'It's yours sweetie, you can do anything you want with it.'

Angel walked towards my mom and shyly touched her on her shoulder with her hand. She quickly pulled away, but it was the first touch she made since the orphanage. My mom looked flattered. 'you haven't seen the coolest thing yet!' Joe couldn't hold it in anymore and pointed to a hatch in the floor. She gazed upon him curiously.

'Is that what I think it is?' Stella asked. 'yep!' Joe smiled at her, and Kevin gave her a wink.

I walked to the hatch and pulled it open revealing the slide.

'you can slide down on this and you'll end up in our room, it's really handy.' I explained.

'If something is wrong, or you just want to get down quick this comes in real handy.' Kevin continued.

'you'll never be alone, not really, only if you want to.' Joe finished.

A tear ran over her cheek. She looked at us. Recognation, even, relief in her eyes.

She thanked us in her own way and smiled. A thankful smile. I think for a lot of things. Unspoken and probably would never be spoken.

'you've got your own small bathroom outside in the hallway is a door that leads to it. You can hang your clothes in your closet and put your stuff anywhere you want.' My mother spoke. 'we're going to let you get settled now, but we will be right downstairs if you need us.'

She nodded, thankful for the time to let not only her stuff but also her new experiences settle down. Kevin got her her suitcase and we all went downstairs.

'that went pretty well didn't it.' My mother spoke happy. 'it sure did, she's very nice.' I smiled. 'yeah, she is isn't she?' Stella grabbed Joe at his wrist. 'Now, come with me, I've got some clothes for you to try on and I need you to tell me everything that happened!'

Nobody was surprised by this, Stella and Joe were the best of friends.

Mom went downstairs to and Kevin left me to go and polish his new guitar.

So I just settled with my guitar on the couch. Writing, It calmed me down and music just seemed needed right now.

I started playing and within moments I forgot about my surroundings.

Don't speak, to me

Don't speak, to me

There's a lot that you don't notice

When you read between the lines

The future's out of focus

When you're blinded by the lights

There I got stuck with the lyrics, and just played the song that had been in my head, I don't know since when, it just was there.

While I was playing, I noticed Angel coming down the stairs. She looked around curious, as if to see where the sound came from.

When she spotted me, she stood still for a while.

Slowly coming closer, she finally sat on the ground a meter or two away from me.

I continued playing, she seemed to like it, as she closed her eyes and rested her head on her arms, hugging her knees.

I softly started to sing the lyrics I just wrote, wondering what she would think about them.

She watched me with big green eyes, just listening. When I stopped she slowly approached me. stretched her arm and stopped just before the notebook lying in front of me.

She looked at me, asking for permission to take it. I smiled at her and she grabbed the notebook and the pencil and started to write something down. It took a while and after that she laid it back. Front side down and smiled at me before she left to go upstairs once again.

I flipped the textbook and looked at what she had written.

I thought I was cool
But I just looked a fool for so long,
Now you're gone, now you're gone,

Don't speak to me,

don't speak to me

I recall all the fights
Most of all, all the times where you would lie in my arms
Now you're gone, you're gone
Don't speak to me, don't be lying

There's a lot you don't notice
when you read between the lines
The future's out of focus,
when you're blinded by the light.
It's a hope for all the hopeless
In the worst of trying times
I resort to being speechless
Cause our love won't survive
Our love won't survive

Don't speak a word
Don't speak to me,

don't speak to me

There's a lot you don't notice
when you read between the lines
The future's out of focus,
when you're blinded by the light.
It's a hope for all the hopeless
In the worst of trying times
I resort to being speechless
Cause our love won't survive

I was stunned, the lyrics were beautiful. Seemed to come straight from the heart.
Could it be, was this something from her heart?

I stared at the words: 'I resort to being speechless.'

Had she chosen not to speak? Was she one of the 'hopeless'?

I looked at the lyrics over and over again.

Wondering, what could've happened to her.

'Guys, dinner!' my mother called.

'Coming!' I yelled back. I put the notebook and my guitar down and slided down my pole.

Angel was already sitting on the kitchen table. Kevin and mom on either of her sides. I sat down in between Kevin and Joe while dad put down the plates for dinner.

'enjoy sweetie, eat good.' My mom said to Angel.

She took a bite from the plate, and another, and another.

In no time she ate her whole plate. Eyes sparkling.

I couldn't help but laugh. So did Joe and Kevin. Even mom and dad couldn't hold back a smile.
Angel just blushed and played with her fork and spoon.

'there's more where that came from.' My mother laughed and gave her a second portion.

She ate it, but half ways she stopped. Rubbing her stomach.

She probably wasn't used to eat so much.

I reached out to grab the pan with food for the second time and accidentally dropped the lit, witch gave a loud noise.

Angel reacted immediately, stiffening as if something were about to hit her.
'I'm sorry.' I said. 'it's just a lit, it's okay.' I assured her.

Joe grabbed the lit from the ground and showed it to her.

'there's nothing to worry about.' My father said. 'you will be completely safe here.'

She relaxed, but after that refused the pudding.

That night me and Joe watched some TV while Kevin was doing an essay about his guitar, again. Dad had gone out again and mom was to her book-club, apperantly there was an emergency. We had been told to take very, very good care of Angel until she came back.

Angel herself was sitting in a comfy chair. Hugging her legs to her chest. Staring at nothing in particular. We asked her if she wanted something, but she refused.

When the movie we were watching was about half way, Angel stood up and pointed up.

We looked at her in confusion and she put her hands at the side of her head.

She was going to bed. I nodded at her and Joe decided to guide her upstairs.

After he came down and he told me he showed her her bathroom and gave her one of the new toothbrushes we continued the movie.

Joe fell asleep at about three quarters of it and the movie didn't really interested me anyways so I decided to check on my sister, it felt so good to even think that.

I walked upstairs, saying hi to Kevin who was going to bed too and eventually softly opened the door of her room.
I heard her breathe, rather quickly and heavy.

I walked in the room and tried to look through the dark. Eventually I could focus on her, moving and turning in her bed.
I walked closer, little pearls of sweat blinked on her body. Barely covered in thin pyjama's.

She huffed into her pillow and turned again. Mouth open, like she was going to scream.

She was having a nightmare.

I acted on instinct (brotherly instinct??) and grabbed her hand.

I softly held it. Whispering soft words.

Surprisingly it calmed her and I continued to sit there, holding her hand. Assuring her that everything was going to be all right.

Would it be? I thought. Would we really be able to help her?

A line from the song entered my head, now you're gone, now you're gone.

Who was gone, did she lost someone?

I slowly drifted away. Still stroking the back of her hand softly.

Whoever she lost. I was going to help her. We were going to help her.

We would..

Hell yeah, we would…

The end, dum dum dum!

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