Chapter four :wiggles eyebrows:

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Story of an angel

Joe PoV

Pick up all your tears
Throw em in your backseat
Leave without a second glance
Somehow I'm to blame
For this never-ending racetrack you call life

Turn right
Into my arms
Turn right
You won't be alone
You might
Fall off this track sometimes
Hope to see you on the finish line

Driving all your friends
At a speed they cannot follow
Soon you will be on your own
Somehow I'm to blame
For this never-ending racetrack you call life

Turn right (turn right)
Into my arms
Turn right (turn right)
You won't be alone
You might (you might)
Fall off this track sometimes
Hope to see you at the finish line

I did all I could
And I gave
Everything
But you had to go your way
And that road was not for me

Turn right
Into my arms
Turn right
You won't be alone
You might (you might)
Fall off this track sometimes
Hope to see you at the finish line

I sang the last words into the microphone as Kevin let the last chords on his guitar fade away. The song had gone perfectly.

'Yeah!' Nick exclaimed. We had been on the same line the entire time.

'Wow, that was awesome, guys, we are good!' Kevin replied enthusiastically.

It was true, we sang, not a note out of line. Absolutely perfect. Like we weren't only saying lyrics and strumming some notes on instruments.

We had been singing, to something, as if we wanted to say a very important thing to a very important… I don't know. I just was very happy; I didn't think we had to do this song again. It wasn't going to get any better then this.

We were recording songs in a sound studio somewhere in LA. We had almost finished all of the songs. We were tired, but satisfied.

I walked to the table and grabbed a bottle of water.

'Joe, you're drinking like your life depends on it.' Nick chuckled.

'Duh, I am. You need water to stay alive dumbass.' I teased back; I knew he couldn't stand it when I was playing all smartass. As I predicted, he rolled his eyes, but laughed.

Thom, the one who had been leading our recordings all day, Stella, of course, and Macie, who had been invited by Stella, came walking in.

'Wow, that last song was so good, guys. I'm impressed.' Stella said smiling.

Macie just sighed and looked at us like she saw heaven itself.

Thom chuckled. 'Yeah, you were great guys, what about we call it a day and you can spend the rest of your time as you like it.'

The three of us, me Kevin and Nick, high fived. 'oh, yeah!' I yelled. Thom grinned at us. 'Don't forget, we are continuing tomorrow, understood?'

I saluted. 'Sir, yes, sir!' everybody laughed, of course, at my joke and we said goodbye to the sound people

'So, why didn't you bring your new sister over?' Stella asked as I held open the door for her, them.

'We wanted her to have some quality time with mom, get used to the house and stuff.' Kevin froze and we all stopped to look at her.

'You've got a sister?' she shrieked wide eyes. 'Yeah, we adopted her, you should meet her. She's absolutely adorable.'

Macie started to jump up and down. All of our heads following her, so it looked like we were bouncing our heads on a beat. 'What's her name, how old is she; does she like your music?' Macie asked feverishly. I frowned at Stella, she just shrugged and laughed.

'Her name is Angela, she's about fifteen and I think she likes our music, yes, you really should meet her.'

'Oh, my, god! I have to post this on all the fan-websites!' Her hand flung to her cell phone.

'NOOOO!' We all screamed. I saw Kevin lunge at her, reaching for the phone, as everything seemed to move in slow motion.
Kevin, bumping in to Macie, trying to get the phone, knocking her over. The phone flung out of her hands and landed in the grass. Danger now gone, as it was now lying in the green, but the force of Kevin's lunge didn't fade away with that.

They both fell over, Kevin trying to grab something, Macie just staring at his face, surprised. They hit the ground, Macie on her back, Kevin partly on top of her. Hands on both sides of her head, so he wouldn't squish her.

'Macie, I'm so sorry.' He said. He looked at her, trying to see if he had hurt her.

''s okay.' She smiled sheepishly.

Kevin rolled off of her, faint blush on his cheeks.

That's when I couldn't hold it anymore, this was just too hilarious. I started laughing.

Everybody looked weird at me, before Stella and Nick started to laugh too.

Kevin and Macie quickly followed and in the matter of seconds we were all rolling on the ground, laughing.
We eventually stopped, after what seemed quite a long time.

'Macie, you can come with us to our house and meet her, as long as you don't tell anybody else. Unless we, or her, tell you otherwise, okay?' Nick said while he took her hand and pulled her up.

Macie nodded, a bit embarrassed, but looking thrilled at the idea of coming to our house.
She was and stayed our biggest fan.

Nick PoV

We all drove home in the limo. We had fun, with our little group of friends. I wondered what Angel had been doing all day. I hoped she was okay.

I realised Angel was the number one thing on my mind the last couple of days. I thought about it, looking out of the window. It was getting dark. Scary dark. I wondered if Angel was afraid of the dark. Probably not. She wasn't scared; she just was in pain, pain I couldn't even imagine.
The limo stopped and we all climbed out. Macie, still thrilled she got to hang out with us, tripped and Kevin had to pull her up once again.

We walked inside and saw Angel and mom busy in the kitchen. I smiled; it looked so in place, mom and daughter making dinner together. 'Hey kiddo, hey mom' Joe said. 'What's for dinner?'

Our mom and Angel turned around. I just had to notice that Angel's eyes lit up when she saw us. She turned to us, almost as if she wanted to go and greet us. She didn't, of course. I could understand. After the physical contact she had known, I wouldn't like to be touched either.

'How 'bout you give me a kiss first and then I tell you what's for dinner?' my mom sternly, but smiling told Joe. He smiled back a similar smile. He so got his smile from mom.

He gave her a kiss on her cheek and she chuckled. 'Hi, Stella, Macie! How are you?'

'Fine, Ms Jonas. How about you?' Stella smiled.

'I'm good, so is Angel, we had a nice day today, didn't we. She has been a great help and has read all of the books you gave her Nick.' My mom went back to her dinner cooking. 'You guys staying for dinner Stella?'

'I'd love to Ms Jonas, so does Macie, doesn't she?' She gave Macie a stern look.

'Oh, yeah, of course, I'd love to.' Macie said nervous.

'Come on Mac, relax, see us as friends rather then your favourite band okay?' Kevin said.

'Oh, okay, I'll try.' I rolled my eyes at that, I really hoped so. Macie was a nice girl, when she wasn't being all fan girl like.

All of a sudden, Angel pulled my sleeve, very short and very soft. I looked at her and she pointed at some plates. 'Oh, sure, we'll make the table.' I said. Everybody looked confused, because it seemed like I was talking to nobody. I rolled my eyes. 'Angel asked.'

Everybody made an 'O' with their mouths and quickly started to help me with the table. Or actually, taking over that task, so I just stayed with Angel, while she put another few ingredients in the pasta we were eating tonight.

'You had a good day?' I asked. She nodded happily in reply. Looking at me, slightly smiling.

'Good, me to.' She made a turning movement with her hand that said: 'what did you do?'

'Well, we started with some jamming, that's making sure the instruments are making the right sound and after that we started to record some music, that was really…' I started to explain what my day had been about, absent minded, taking over the huge pan of food she was carrying. Putting it on the table.

We had a really nice evening, sitting and laughing with each other. Angel happily in it, listening to conversations and giving people moor food if they wanted.
She herself ate a whole plate; my mother praised her for that. In her files had been a note about how little she ate. Probably one of the causes why she was so skinny, I hoped she would gain some weight.

After dinner Stella and Macie said goodbye, Mace had a volleyball game tonight and Stella was going to watch. 'You really should come over more Mac. You're a good friend if you want to.' I told her.

'REALLY!?' she squealed. 'Oops, sorry, had a bit of a fan girl moment there.' Apologising quickly she followed Stella out.

We laughed and told her that was all right. We liked Macie, so we also liked the fan girl Macie.

After we said goodbye, Kevin and I decided to play our guitars, practising for tomorrow and Joe decided to watch some TV. Mom said we worked hard today so she did the dishes.
Angel was rereading one of the books I bought her.
It was like a happy little family. Even more when dad came home. Mom hugged him and he hung op his coat, after saying hi to everyone. It was so peaceful, too peaceful…

The doorbell rang; of course I was the one to get it. Maybe it were some really brave fans.

I opened the door and in front of it stood a very, official looking man in a grey suit. Black hair with too much gel and a face that looked like it smelled something gross.

This couldn't be good.

'Hello, I'm Johanoi von Daich.' He spoke to me and man; the dude had a really big problem with himself.

'Sorry von what?' I asked. Seriously, who was called that?

'Johanoi von Daich. I'm looking for your adopted sister. Angela, or so?' He said, very bored and annoying looking.

This couldn't be good. This was really, really bad.

'Mom!' I called. 'You might want to come here.' I heard stumbling and my mother appeared next to me.

'What's going on honey?' she asked, looking suspiciously at the man in the door. My brothers also appeared next to me too. Kevin putting his hand on my shoulder protectively.

'I'm looking for your adopted child. Angela?' he said once again. Even more irritated now.

'Angel?' Joe said, expressing what we all felt. If he even dared to hurt Angel…

'Come in.' my mother said.

He walked past us, giving us a disgusted look. I really disliked him, even though I met him 20 seconds ago.

Come on, he wasn't much older then Kevin and he acted like he was so much more then us.

He confidentially walked in to the living room and just spoke to Angel sitting there.

'Angel?' She nodded. 'I would like to have a word with you.'

He turned to us. 'Is there a more private room available?' He asked.

We all looked at him. 'Sure, the kitchen is...' my mother started.

'Good, come girl.' He urged her.

Angel looked at us scared, before following him shyly and slower then he liked.

He raised his hand and moved it quickly around. Almost like he was going to drag her if she didn't move quickly.

She crouched away from him. Eyes closed, body tense, she expected hurt coming her way.

That did it. 'Hey!' I told him. 'Stop doing that, you're scaring her!' Joe walked towards the guy and pointed at his chest.

'You're talking to my lil' sis here man. If you say anything off...' He threatened.

The man just looked at Joe and walked over to the kitchen. 'I need to speak to her alone.' He said once again, arrogantly.

What we said had only made things worse.
We watched Angel walking after him. Kevin held Joe by his arms, he looked ready to kill.

I shared that feeling.

We waited, anxiously.

Finally, after almost half an hour, Johanwhatever stepped out of the kitchen.

'She's still in there, did you notice she's very quiet. I would honestly consider if she is worth adopting.'
Kevin had to stop both me and Joe now. I wanted to lunge at the guy.

'Good afternoon.' With that he led himself out.

Joe shook Kevin off and lunged for the kitchen door. Pulling it open, but didn't go in.

I almost ran after him to the door, scared to death at what I saw.

She was there, Angel, but not the angel who we quietly closed in our hearts the last couple of days.

There was nothing in there. She was blank, completely gone numb. Crawled away in the corner of the room. Moving back and forth. Not blinking, not one single sign of recognition.

Kevin slowly neared her. 'Angel, Angel honey? Are you okay?' She looked up at him, eyes not focussing.
Kevin kneeled and put his arms around her, carrying her. She was pressed against his chest, looking even smaller then she usually did. Still crawled in to a ball. Leaning as far away from Kevin as she could.

'I'm going to kill that man; I'm going to kill that man. Damn.' Joe whispered. He walked back in to the living room, heading for the door.

'Joe, don't.' My father said, trying to stop him. 'Joe!'

I didn't hear the rest, as I followed Kevin upstairs. Leaving my almost crying mother behind.

Kevin put little Angel in her bed. Tucked her in. 'God, she looks bad. She was doing so well, she looked, well not good, bit she was okay and now we're worse off then when we started.' He muttered. I just numbly sat down next to her bed. I couldn't think. Didn't register what Kevin was saying. I only saw Angel's face. Blank, nothing on it.

'Stay with her Nick. I'm going downstairs. Mom looked terrible and I think dad could use some help. Stay with her.' Kevin said and left the room.

I kept staring at her beautiful little face. Did I say beautiful?

I didn't care at the moment, nothing was more important then Angel.

'Angel, Angel. Come back. Please, let me help you! You can trust me, please Angel.' I muttered, without getting a response.

I didn't notice I started singing until I heard myself.

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

Her head moved, looking at me, recognising me. Her eyes changed, not in a good way.

The blankness faded away, being replaced by pain. Pain in the most purest form.

Hurt, quilt, pain.

I acted on pure instinct as I crawled on the bed, my hands finding their way to her. Scooping her up.
I hugged her. Trying to hold her together. I put all my fear and most of all, my new found love for her in that hug.

I hugged her, afraid to let her go, she would fall apart, she would leave.

She broke…

She trembled, tears running down her cheeks. Hands clinging on my shirt. Her head in the crook of my neck.

She cried; she finally let the pain out. She sobbed and cried in to my chest.

And I just held her. I would hold her forever if that were needed. She had to know she wasn't alone anymore.

She didn't need to face the pain alone. She could be safe.

So she cried and cried and I held her close.

She wasn't alone.

She got me.