Okay here's chapter three!
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It has a short Angel PoV piece!!

Story of an angel

Angel PoV.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, watching in confusion at the silverish with purple print sealing.

That wasn't the white-grey rubbish from the orphanage…

Slowly I started to recall the previous day. A family had come to adopt me. I was brought to this big house and could sleep in this beautiful room. Got the most delicious food ever served and could sleep in this comfortable bed.

Witch had something in it…

I quickly looked to my side, almost crawling away to the farthest end of the bed, like I used to do. Luckily I could control myself and I just stared at what I saw.

A boy, one of my new 'brothers' was half sitting half lying next to my bed.

It was the curly haired one, the first I had seen when they walked in to my room. The one I saw playing his guitar yesterday.

He was holding my hand loosely. Fast asleep with his head on my blanket.

I couldn't help but smile, being surprised with myself. That smile had been buried a long time a go. Never to be dug up again, but since yesterday it was here again. Playing on my lips. As if implying that I could heal from the scar inside.

I always thought, no, I KNEW that that wasn't going to happen, but since yesterday…

They had walked in to my room with Ms McGinger.
The curly haired, friendly looking and probably the youngest first. Followed by who was his older brother, more flat haired, with a nice shaped face.

After that came an older couple, not that old, just from my perspective. They had been the parents. The door was closed by the oldest son, also curly haired and very good looking, like all of them had been.

They looked so friendly and happy. How could they be so generous to take someone as damaged as me? I didn't speak, nor did I laugh before that day and I thought they wouldn't take me because of that.
I also thought I wouldn't want to go living with them, but it turned out I was wrong. About a lot of things.
Like the thing, called a smile, that I had thought to never see again, until they had gotten me relaxed and feeling welcome. The middle brother, Joe? He had pulled a prank on the stupid clerk Diana. Someone I did not like very much.

She had made fun of me, knowing I wouldn't get back on her. Trying to fit in by pushing me out. I had laughed with the warm welcoming glow from the family wrapped around me.

It had quickly vanished in the car, when I thought about the last time I had felt so safe and warm. I rather felt cold, then feel that pain, but it was there. Restless, always ready to jump on me. Always ready to tear open the wounds.

There I was, silent and damaged. So friendly adopted by this family.

I started to feel hope, but quickly buried it. Knowing about the pain it would give.

Burying it even deeper when I scared their friend. By backing away, when she only reached her hand, but I had seen such a raised hand more then enough times in my life, the hands that had hurt me, the hands that had... I couldn't even think about it.

I was feeling guilty, I was sure they wouldn't like me anymore, but she had apologised to ME and everybody still acted caring and interested in me.

I was feeling uncomfortable by the attention, but it also felt… good, in a way
they had shown me this room. Where I had tired all up, because of the effort they had made.

The glide to make me feel less alone, had me knowing they would be within reach.

The comfy bed, it felt like their warm welcome. I had no idea how to thank them.
So I didn't. I couldn't. They were strangers, weren't they? I tried to touch the mother. She seemed to like it and I was amazed by how warm she felt.

I had observed them, at doing what they normally did. I watched the mother doing the laundry. Remembering how my mother always used to do that, so I quickly left.

I spotted the older brother polishing his pretty looking guitar. I wanted to go and look as he did, until he started to drink from a bottle. Only a coke filled one, but I couldn't look at it.

I watched the father make some phone calls. Looking at him pacing around until I had heard the music. It had sounded from up the stairs. A beautiful song, played on a guitar.

I had walked up the stairs and saw the youngest Jonas sitting on a sofa, looking really concentrated. His name was Nick, I remembered that.

I sat in the corner of the room, watching him.
At one point he started singing

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

I listened to the song, wondering, was this song. This wonderful song, inspired by me.

Cause it certainly fitted. Words came running in to my head as I listened to his beautiful voice. I walked to the place where he was sitting and wrote down the words in my head.

The words that fitted me, seemed to come right of my soul.

That night, after sitting with my new brothers I couldn't hold it anymore. I went to bed, escorted by Joe, the middle boy. The one with the smile almost plastered on his face.

He was really nice to me, showing me around and giving me everything I would need at night. He didn't know I never slept well, ever. After he went downstairs I curled up in the unfamiliar bed. Remembering, hearing his voice. My whole body aching, pain came in waves while my body was trembling until I fell asleep. Dreaming about his voice, his eyes, everything that had happened. I dreamed suffering and pain.

It was different from other nights, usually I woke up. Straight in bed, sweating all over my body, about to scream. Never actually doing that.

This time, the dream covered in shadows, staring eyes and a constant frightening feeling. It changed into something less painful, memory like, bright smiles and happy memories I had forgotten until then. It hurt reliving them, but I was grateful for having them. They made me remember it hadn't always been bad; it hadn't always been hell on earth.
I had been in heaven, with my own angel.

Stephen.

Nick PoV

When I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar place. My head resting on something soft, while my knees and legs were kneeling down on a hard underground.

My hand was resting, holding, something very soft, but cold.

I opened my eyes and realised I was in Angel's room. I was holding her hand, her skin soft, her eyes open.

I stared at her, wondering how she would react. She seemed okay with our touch.

Her eyes found mine and she softly squished my hand and after that slid out of the covers.

She was wearing an old baby blue long sleeved t shirt and white long sweats. She walked out quickly, bare footed. I smiled; she really wasn't used to this.

I walked to her closet and grabbed a pair of fuzzy slippers. I decided to bring them to her; I didn't want her to get sick because of the cold. Outside I saw Kevin and Joe, probably looking for me. 'Hey man, where have you been?' Kevin asked, eyebrows rising.

'I stayed with Angel last night, she had nightmares and I fell asleep next to her bed.'

Joe smiled. 'Good thinking bro.' he praised me and then pointed to the slippers. 'Those aren't yours are they?' I laughed 'no, they're Angel's actually. Did you notice she's very cold?'

'Oh, good and no I didn't noticed. We should bring them to her; we would be really bad brothers if we would let her get sick.' Kevin grabbed the slippers from my hands and grinned.

I rolled my eyes and walked to the door. I opened it and peeked around the corner.

My eyes widened and I gasped, releasing the door that flung open.

She stood there, with her bare back facing us.

She was incredibly thin and small as I noticed before, but standing there, she looked even thinner, but that wasn't why I gasped.

It was because of the wounds…

On her lower back, ribs and neck were all kinds of scars, badly healed cuts and bruises, even things that looked like stabbing wounds covering the pale silk like skin.

I heard Kevin and Joe inhale too. Looking at her obviously hurt skin. Joe even had steady himself, grabbing the door.

She looked, so hurt! So vulnerable and I cringed at the idea of what must have happened to her. Rage pounded through me. What kind of monster would do such a thing!

Kevin shoved the slippers in Joe's hands and slowly approached her. 'Angel, what happened to you?'

She turned around, eyes wide in shock, her shin long sleeved T-shirt covering her chest.

I understood why she was wearing long sleeves now. To hide the scars, now also clearly visible on her arms, no doubt they were on her legs too.

She just stood there, looking at us. Eyes blank, no emotion showing.

Like she wasn't there.

I grabbed the bathrobe hanging behind the door and walked towards Kevin, Joe moving with me. Without speaking he kneeled to the ground softly putting the slippers on her feet while I draped the bathrobe over her shoulders. She just looked at the ground, eyes still blank.

'I'm gonna get mom.' Kevin said before turning around and hurrying downstairs.
Joe got up and slowly touched Angel on her shoulders. 'Angel, come back to us, we won't hurt you. We couldn't, we will never!' he whispered.
No reaction, nothing at all. 'Angel… Angel?' I said, louder then Joe, but still whispering. 'Angel… trust me, trust us. We love you!'

She looked up, locked eyes with Joe, almost to ask if what I said was true. He nodded.

'Come.' He said softly and she let him guide her out of the bathroom towards the stairs.

When we came down, we almost hit a very worried dad, closely followed by mom. 'What happened?' he demanded. 'Nothing happened.' I assured him. 'We found her, we saw her and she saw us seeing her.'

Dad looked at me confused. I sighed. This wasn't my secret to tell.

'Angel?' I asked looking at her. 'Angel, please, trust us. They love you too, already. Show them, please?'

I asked her, not demanded. She had the choice. She looked at me, slowly nodding and turning around, letting the bathrobe slip off her shoulders. It fell in a circle down her feet.
The three of us looked away. I didn't need to see their reactions, they would be shocked, I knew that, but I was still anxious.

I heard my father moan while my mother let out an 'oh!' I looked up, saw tears run over my moms cheeks. My father trying really hard to hold them back. 'What? How? Who!' he muttered.

'We don't know dad. Only she does. We found her like this.'

'Poor dear!' my mother sobbed. Funny that she was crying, I figured Angel should be crying, she was the one getting hurt in a sick, life threatening way.

She was here, the blankness had vanished, but her emotions seemed locked away very, very deep.

After that we tried to help her as much as possible. We took her to the doctor, who told us she was hurt but her body would heal completely, except for the scars. She would hold them the rest of her life.
We tried to make her feel better, so we decided to take her shopping.

We ended up in a small mall, we figured Angel wouldn't like the crowd, but she didn't mind. Probably because the only place she had been safe in her previous life was in a crowd, too many witnesses to do anything. My mom dragged us to various clothing stores. Where she got her long sleeved t-shirts, better pyjamas, jeans, shoes and much more. She seemed happy with the clothes, treating them really carefully.

We took her with us to the music shop, where she looked around in awe, because it hade even more musical instruments then we had. She even tried to pick up an electrical guitar, but got quickly put it down when it made a loud sound. She hadn't noticed it was plugged in.

After that we went sneaker shopping. Dad bought her 4 pairs; witch was very smart of him, because mom bought her quite a few high heeled shoes. I think I even saw a box reading Stiletto's. I just laughed at it.

Yes, she was shy, but I didn't think she would wear something she didn't want to wear.
In the mall we also met Stella and Macie. Macie trying to hide quickly when she saw us, but was being held securely by Stella's trained hands. We talked a bit and Angel looked comfortable around Stella, Macie too. I think she found Macie funny. We said goodbye and went to an electronics shop, while Stella and Macie were going to the bookstore on the other side. Of course after Macie got brave and snapped a picture of us.
I saw Angel looking after them, to the bookstore. Scanning it, but looking away, almost regretful.

So I pulled Kevin's sleeve and whispered: 'Kev! Can you fetch me some money, I need to do something.'

He looked at me strange, but gave me the money. He knew I would give it back to him. I approached Angel straight. Knowing she wouldn't like me sneaking up on her. I asked her to go with me.

She looked confused, but trusted me. Her eyes widened when she realised where we were.

She looked at the books, one by one. Eager, even more then last night at dinner. Grabbing books, reading the summaries and after that grabbing another.
Sometimes she would hold a book a bit longer, sigh and then put it back. She wasn't even asking if she could have one. I secretly grabbed three books she looked at even longer then the rest and paid for them.
She walked up at me, eyes shining, like when she had been looking at me this morning. I wondered, was I just as good as books, or were the books just as good as me? I smiled and showed her the bag; she held her breath, eyes widened. The made a quick movement, almost like she wanted to hug me.

'They're yours.' I said to her and gave her the bag. She didn't let go of it the whole time.

We went back to our family; mom had bought her a cell phone. Now put securely away in her pocket after mom had explained how it worked. All of our numbers and emergency things already on it.

Everybody, especially Angel was getting really tired. So we decided to go home, but we didn't put one step out of the mall, when we were surrounded by screaming fans, flashing lights and people everywhere. I instinctively looked at Angel, making sure she was all right. I noticed everybody had done the same. I mean, you couldn't let anything happen to her, it wasn't an option. She was okay, but really scared by the crowd, but then again, who wouldn't be? It was really weird, the past two days it seemed just like we weren't the world famous Jonas Brothers, but now people were screaming at us: 'Nick! You're so HOT!' 'MARRY ME KEVIN!' 'JOE, WE LOVE YOU!'

My ears started to peep. My eyes focused on a tall figure making his way through the crowd. It was big Rob.

'Thank god, Rob, you're a saviour!' my mother sighed. We all relaxed when Rob came. Except for Angel of course, but she didn't know big Rob.

He quickly got us to the crowd, nobody hurt of course. He got through the screaming fans as if it were nothing. Me, Kevin and Joe just waved and smiled. We loved our fans, really, but they were really intense sometimes.

Angel looked at big Rob amazed. She was impressed. I laughed at her expression. 'Thanks Rob.' We all told him when he guided us to the limo waiting. Big Rob smiled and told us he had expected as much.

He was the best bodyguard ever.

So we all got home safely, but exhausted. Me and Kevin brought the shopping bags to our rooms, because Joe had asked Angel to come with him.

I had an Idea where he was going to take her, and I thought it was a really good idea.

Joe PoV

I saw Nick smile at me, he already knew where I was going, we understood each other so well!
But hey, that's what brothers are for, aren't they? Just as big brothers are there to help their little sister feel good. I lead her up the stairs and walked to the window. She shot me a look that said: 'you're crazy.' And I just smiled at her. I stepped out of the window, on to the metal stairs, coming with the firehouse.

She followed me. Looking around. We walked al the way up. To the roof.
The Brothers place. Me and my brothers loved that place. You could just lie down and look at the stars; it was really quiet and quite comfortable too.

She looked around and up to the skies. 'Pretty isn't it?' I smiled at her and she nodded eagerly.

She started to examine the roof. Once again remembering it. I let her be and sank down on one of the blanket's we put up there. After a while she came sitting next to me.

I think she tried to tell me something. She was pointing at her mouth and throat. I eventually understood she meant singing. 'You want me to sing?' She nodded, waiting. I think she wanted to know if I could sing just as well as Nick. So I started to sing softly.

Young hearts
I believe that we are not far
From becoming who we truly are
Love is on its way

Dreamers
You see everything in colour
While the world is getting darker
Love is on its way

So hold on another day
'Cause love is on its way
You'll find it's gonna be okay
'Cause love is on its way

It's alright you'll find a brighter day
'Cause love is on its way

Leaders
Show us how to love each other
It could help us to recover
Love is on its way

Lonely
I believe that you will find me
And together we will truly see
Love is on its way, yeah

So hold on another day
'Cause love is on its way
You'll find it's gonna be okay
'Cause love is on its way

It's alright you'll find a brighter day
'Cause love is on its way

Yeah!
Yeah!

Hold on another day
'Cause love is on its way
You'll find it's gonna be okay
'Cause love is on its way

It's alright you'll find a brighter day
'Cause love is on its way
'Cause love is on its way
'Cause love is on its way

When I stopped singing I saw Angel had fallen asleep next to me. So I picked my little sister up in my arms and brought her down. I saw Kevin, my father and my mother smiling at me, while Nick gave me the thumbs up.

I brought her upstairs and laid her down in bed after I put her shoes next to it. I smiled. She looked okay right now, I thought as I walked to the door. I hoped she would be okay tomorrow, because she would be all alone with mom. The Jonas Brothers had to record a new song.

I closed the door softly behind me.

I got followed by blank eyes, blank eyes full of anger. Screams, not even coming from me echoing all around me. I tried to run away, or get to someone. I knew I wouldn't be fast enough. I knew I wouldn't make it.

Pain in my ribs from running, pain in my back. A knife sticking out of it. Tears ran over my cheeks.

Until the pain suddenly stopped and a pair of hands reached for me. Were they trustable, or would they pull me in to more pain?

I grabbed the hands, familiar, warm hands.

It was okay, everything was going to be fine. The hands wouldn't let me go

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