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Ch. 3 I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!

-My Chemical Romance, I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

What the hell was that supposed to mean? What answers could I possibly have? Who was this he guy? What was he the key to? Ugh, this was starting to make my head hurt. All of this in general was starting to become a big riddle inside of my head. One that I didn't like nor was I understanding too well. I flipped to the next page where there was a letter. The first entry, I should say. It was dated back to when my mother was taken. Did he know all of this from her kidnapping? Was that supposed to be some sort of sign? I shook out of my thoughts to read the letter that was printed in my dad's neat handwriting.

Dear Angel,

If you are reading this then I guess they have come for me. I know you are wondering who they are and why they took your mother and I away from you. I wish I could explain thoroughly what is going on but I can't. You'll find out soon enough. Please, don't be too upset with me. I've tried very hard to keep you of their sight but if I am gone then there is no doubt that they are out for you now. Don't be afraid of that fact though. The time and place of their arrival is not certain just yet but trust me you will know when they are near and know that they are always watching. I hope that what you read in this journal enlightens you a bit but please keep an open mind about all of this. What you're going to experience and read is not one of the normal life. I will tell you all that I can but just don't get too frightened. I love you so much so please do me the favor and fight as hard as you can – something your mother and I weren't strong enough to do.

Love,

Daddy

There were tear stains dotted in the letter, letting me know that it must have been hard for him to write this letter. I think I remember when he wrote it. I was so young but I do remember seeing him writing something with tears streaming down his face. I remember asking him why he was crying. He had picked me up and told me that he loved me. Sure the question wasn't answered but he made sure to get his message across.

I wondered why he couldn't explain thoroughly what was going on but I guess it was beyond his comprehension. These creatures with wings surely weren't of our nature so it would be quite hard to understand one. That night, I went to bed thinking of the blank winged people. I thought about their purpose and their significance to my family. Why exactly were they after us?

I shot up in my bed when I saw a flash of black wings outside my bedroom window. My heart raced a million times a second as I stared at my window in astonishment. Not being one of the dumbasses who go see what the thing was, I stayed in bed, grabbing my bat. The flash didn't come back so I figured that it was my imagination. At least I hoped it was. I lay down in my bed, letting my eyes flutter close as yet another flash of black went before my window.

The next morning, I was a bit shaken up. Something was not only outside my window but inside my room as well. I'd woken up in the middle of the night to see a dark figure standing above me, its glowing red eyes staring down at me, wings spread from its back. I'd never screamed so hard in my entire life. I tried to take a whack at it with my baseball bat but it back handed me before flying out my window. My aunt had heard my scream and rushed into my room with her gun but the creature was gone already. I wanted to tell her that it was one of the black winged creatures but at the same time, I wasn't one to run away. If they wanted a fight then they got one. After I saw it though, I couldn't go back to sleep. I kept thinking that it was going to come back even after I locked both my windows and taped them together. All safety I thought I had was gone. Hell, I was so scared that I even thought about calling Scourge. I still had a bad feeling about the fact that I drew him before I even met him but that doesn't mean that I don't feel safe around him. Sounds crazy since I only knew him for a day but for some reason, I feel as if I'd met him before.

I walked into the kitchen to see an unlikely sight. Scourge was sitting at the kitchen table with my aunt, talking. At the moment, she was laughing at something he said. I'd admit that Scourge did look cute when he was smiling since both his dimples came out but I still think he's a pain in the ass. How did he get in here anyway? Why did my aunt let him in? He probably compelled her or something. I bet he was just trying to suck up to her so that he can come over more often. Sure, I just met him but he'd made it clear that he liked me. There's not a doubt in my head that he's going to keep that crush going for as long as he can.

"Good morning, sweetie," my aunt said as I walked over to her side. I forced a smile at her.

"Morning Auntie," I said, giving her a soft hug.

"You didn't tell us our new neighbor was so sweet and went to your school."

"Neighbor," I asked, raising my voice a bit. No, no, no! I could barely take him at school and it was only one day. I don't think I could deal with him while I'm at home too.

"Yes. Him and his guardian moved into the suite next door. Pretty cool isn't it," she asked, a sparkle in her eye. Guessing she had a thing for his guardian or something. Whatever floats her boat.

"I guess," I said with a shrug before turning my gaze to Scourge who was watching me with a small frown on his face. It turned up when he noticed me looking at him though. "Good morning," I told him politely.

"Morning beautiful," he said, his Hispanic accent flowing just as smoothly with his deep voice than usual. I tried not to blush at that but I couldn't help but to let my cheeks turn a bit red.

"Shut up," I said, taking a couple pieces of toast. I grabbed my book bag and the collar of Scourge's jacket before running out the apartment. I wanted him away from my aunt and I didn't want to be late for school. That would not end well.

"Someone didn't sleep well last night," Scourge muttered, yanking his collar out my hand. I punched his arm.

"Shut up. I actually didn't get a lot of sleep last night."

"Why," he asked, his eyes filling with concern. I watched them carefully, looking for a flash of something. It was small, the flash of knowledge, but it was there. I bet it felt good for him to backhand me. Douchebag.

"I don't know. I just couldn't." He shrugged, looking away. "What were you doing in my house?"

"Apartment," he corrected, making me whack at his arm again. "But I wanted your aunt to meet me. I'm sure she wouldn't like some random guy hanging around her niece all the time. Especially if we're going to be alone."

"I'm not allowed to be alone with boys," I said, crossing my arms. He raised an eyebrow.

"We'll see about that." I looked away, not liking the dark tone his voice had taken. If he was what I thought he was then who knows what he could do whenever we're alone. "Why do you live with your aunt," he asked after a couple minutes of walking in silence. I had been munching on my toast so I didn't really comprehend he was talking to me at first.

"Um, I'm an orphan," I said, lowering my voice a little. "My parents died in a car accident." I waited for some type of blackness in his eyes since he probably knew what really happened but there was only disbelief and pity. I could tell that he did sincerely feel bad for me. I mean, not a lot of kids can take losing both their parents at a young age. Sometimes, I still can't even come to terms with calling myself an orphan although I know my parents are long gone.

"I'm sorry," he murmured as he cautiously put his arm around me. I let him pull me close against his muscular body. The static attraction that was drawing me to him started to spark even more when our bodies got crushed up against each other. What was this foreign feeling? Why did it feel so good but hurt so much? Was it a signal to get closer or a warning to run?

Scourge and I walked to school and went straight to the isolated corner in which Cody was smoking a cigarette. That's what he usually does in the morning and at lunch. It's not a regular cigarette though. He crushes up his pills and rolls them up into a joint. He's a weird ass but that it is why I love him. My best friend raised an eyebrow at Scourge and I. "Only knew each other for one day and you two are already inseparable," he said as he smirked lightly. I rolled my eyes while Scourge merely shrugged. I noticed that he wasn't easily affected by anything. Guess that's good or at I least I wanna think that's good.

Before I could try to start of conversation, Brittany Taylor walked up to Scourge and dragged him away. She was caressing his skin and chest as she did so, her red frosted lips cooing seductive words. I wanted to laugh so hard and it seems that Cody did too. We were watching as the little slut kept trying to throw herself at school but his expression remained bored and uninterested. I still wondered why he was so into me when he could have any one of these whores. The thought of him being one of the black winged people flew through my mind. Of course that's why he wasn't going for one of them. He had another job to do.

"Wanna crash a party tonight," Scourge asked when he returned. "Brittany's having some type of gathering and wants me to go but I think you two would love to crash a popular party." Cody shrugged.

"That would be quite nice." I grimaced a bit. I hated parties and so did Cody. But then again, we were planning on crashing it so that means pranks all night long. That could be pretty fun I guess. "Of course we'll go." I looked over at Cody with an eyebrow raised. Since when does he make decisions for the both of us? Just because I think pulling pranks on the popular kids would be funny doesn't mean that I actually want to do it. "I think the new kid should have a little taste of our hate for those meddling fuckers," Cody said, a small smirk coming upon his face. There are probably about 20 different pranks in his head already.

"Alright fine," I said lowly. I didn't really want to go but it didn't look like I was going to get a choice here.

"Thanks guys," Scourge said, glancing at Cody before letting his gaze linger on me. Damn his beautiful ice blue eyes. If they weren't so crystal-like then maybe I wouldn't mind them on me. The bell rang and we all shuffled inside. Nothing really changed during the day. Scourge was still annoying with always trying to talk me and Cody was his chilled self. But between all that, I felt as if there was a hidden reason as to why Cody actually agreed to go. Something about the way he looked at Scourge told me something was off. He watched Scourge with a bit of alertness. It was weird.

When I returned home, I asked my aunt to help get ready for the party. I know that we were only going to crash it but I had to look the part. My aunt was into all that stuff anyway. The boys were picking me up at 9 so we had tons of time for her to do as she pleased to make me look "pretty". So she put me in a black mini dress that was tight around my torso with neon pink criss cross ribbons on my sides, back and front with a slight dip in my chest to emphasize my C cupped breasts. The skirt was really puffy and stopped mid-thigh with neon pink ribbons between all the puffiness. My pink hair was styled into wild waves with a neon pink bow on my side bang and my makeup consisted of black eye shadow, light blush, and a bright pink lipstick. I was getting so decked out that my aunt even let me borrow a pair of her stilettos that had black ribbons on the heel. Guess she was taking advantage of this since I never let her dress me up. Not that I was enjoying it though.

The boys were stunned when they saw me. Both of their jaws literally fell on the floor. I didn't look I looked that good but whatever. "When did you get boobs," Cody exclaimed, causing me to glare at him. I could understand his shock though. I didn't really flaunt them around too much and this dress sure did express them. Scourge just looked me up and down with his eyebrow raised. I couldn't help but blush under his gaze.

The party was the usual: somebody's empty penthouse apartment with strobe lights and drunken teenagers everywhere. I was immediately turned off by the sight but I had to remember that we were here to crash it, not to participate in it. Scourge was able to help Cody and I set up a few of the pranks before being dragged away by a mob of girls. I could only sigh as I watched them basically molest him. "Do you like the new guy," Cody asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know," I replied simply. Honestly, I really didn't know how I felt about him. Yea, I thought he was hot and everything but I haven't known him long enough to actually gain a crush on him. There's also that feeling as if I've met him before. As if me drawing him and then meeting him the next day wasn't a coincidence. Something was going on here. I just couldn't figure out what yet.

Cody and I finished up most of the pranks throughout the hours and watched the stupid popular kids get caught up in them. I didn't see Scourge until the near the end of the party where he caught up with me. May I add that his shirt was gone and his hair was tousled? "What happened to you," I asked, raising an eyebrow as I looked him over. He had washboard abs and bulging arm muscles that just looked so sexy. Slight blush crossed my cheeks as I looked him over.

"Those girls are animals. Come on, let's go somewhere quiet." He grabbed my hand and led me to a vacant room down the hall. I got a little scared when he closed the door and I saw two bold, long adjacent scars running down his back. When he turned, he tilted his head. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "Trust me." Oh how I wanted to but I knew that I couldn't. That statement only applied to the fact that we were in this room alone. There would probably be no promises if he had to hurt me for those people or whatever the hell they were. We sat down on the bed, sitting in silence for a while. I kept thinking that he was going to try and make a move on me but he never did to my surprise. Maybe he wasn't just a seducer even though he had tried to be when we first met.

"Why don't you like those girls' attention," I asked, breaking the silence.

"All they want is sex."

"And you're not down for that?" He shrugged, leaning back against the headboard of the bed.

"I just want more out of a woman. If I want to have some type of tie like that with a woman then I want something more than just the sex."

"So you're one of the types who don't mind being tied down?"

"I guess you could say that." He slowly slid his hand onto my thigh. My heart skipped a beat as the cold sensation I felt whenever he touched me came. I wanted to push his hand off and slap the shit out of him but for some reason, I couldn't. My body and emotions liked the fact that he was touching me. In fact, they wanted more. "Why don't you have a boyfriend," he asked, slipping his hand up higher.

"I never found a guy worth dating."

"Am I worth dating?" His hand slid even higher.

"I don't really know you."

"Then get to know me. Trust me, I'm not like any of the other assholes out here."

"That's what most assholes say." He cracked a smirk but let it fall.

"Look, I'd just like to take you on a date tomorrow night to your favorite restaurant. Then we can talk and you can figure out if I'm worth dating." I jumped when his hand lightly touched my core above my lace underwear. "Don't be scared. I won't do anything. I just… Well you're just really tempting. I'm surprised you haven't smacked me yet."

"You told me to trust you so I decided to take a chance." He smiled, showing some of his sharp white teeth.

"So, you up for tomorrow?" The sides of my lips pulled up into a smile.

"Yea. I'm down."

"Awesome." He pulled me closer to him and for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. I couldn't exactly tell if I wanted him to kiss me or not but I know that I did want him to make up his mind. My emotions were being so confusing that I didn't know what I wanted anymore. Who was this guy? Why when he comes around do I actually start to believe that there is a love? I mean, sure we just met but by the way he looks at me: there's something there.

That night, when I returned home, I read a few entries in my father's journal. They were mostly about my mother and father and how they fell in love. I knew the story all too well already though. They met when they were in 6th grade because my mom had moved to the small town where my dad was the big shot at. It took my father a while but he finally got her to stop disliking him and eventually they're relationship took off. They had me a while after they were married. My dad had told me that it was hard to for my mom to have a child at the time. "She was a little bit sick," he used to tell me. Now that I'm older, I know that she was just having problems with her body. Lots of women go through it so it didn't surprise me when I learned she did.

I went to bed thinking about my parent's undenying love for each other before my thoughts drifted off to me and Scourge. Tomorrow would be our first date. Where could that take us? Would we actually be able to create a relationship? The negative part of my mind said no but I kept a bit of hope. Maybe he wasn't evil like the other black winged people. Maybe he was different. As I started to close my eyes, I saw a flash of black wings flash across my window.

Looks like someone's watching over our little heroine...

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