I Know You're There: Abducted Angels

*Sequel to I Know You're There, read that first*. Reuben and Tori have ran away. They've got a place to stay, and their fake ID's are working. The only thing is, Tori's 'abduction' story is currently the biggest segment of the news. Yep, Reuben is the World's most wanted. Nobody knows it's Reuben, though. Not only are the police after them, but there's a sick band of people, who want Angels. Not for good reasons, some for dissection, some for information. They're both after Reuben. But of course, there's more problems then that. Ex's, (new) family and money. But they're together, and that's all that matters... right?

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20. 'Life would be boring without it.'

My Mum had passed out. My Dad, well, he was having a panic attack. Me? I just stood there, dumb. My Dad panicked over my Mum, splashing her face with cool water, checking her pulse, you know the typical. Ollie helped him. Damien was convincing Reuben to stay, that he'd done nothing wrong. I didn't really know what Daniel was doing, he had the same expression as me. I looked like a proper idiot.

"Tori, tell him to stay," Damien whined, holding Reuben's wrist.

I just grunted in return, and leant on the armchair for support.

"See? No one wants me here!" Reuben snapped, yanking his wrist away from Damien.

"No, don't go," I whispered, my hand moving slightly in his direction.

Reuben threw his head back, in exasperation, and hid his face in his hands. Okay, I got it, it's stressful for him, at least he can walk, without looking like a penguin trying to fly! I didn't know why I was annoyed with him, probably because he didn't tell me any sooner about him being a Demon and all. To be honest, he didn't really seem like a Demon. He didn't really do much, he was just like a teenage girl. By that, I mean stressed out, angry at anything, a bit crazy, protective. Sure, he killed some people, but they were horrible people, who intended to hurt him, so it was self defence, right?

"Why not?" he said, finally meeting my eye contact.

Pure, black orbs. I couldn't tell his pupil from his iris. He'd grown his hair back out from the coif, and had it flicked to the side. It made it easier for him to hide those eyes. Of course, the snake bites were still in place, under his bottom lip. Everything's the same, except his eyes. 

"I... I don't know. Just stay," I murmured, gesturing for him to come over to me.

Slowly, and rather cautiously, he walked over to me, waiting for to explain why I told him to. I stood up, resting my broken leg carefully, and pulled him into a tight hug. Immediately, he hugged me back, wrapping his arms around my waist. Scared of the real world, I buried my face in the crook of his neck, as he did to me. Yep, he still smelt of sweet cinnamon, but with an extra bit of new leather, from his jacket. 

"Sorry," he said, his voice muffled from my neck.

"It's... It's okay," I replied, not letting go.

As corny as it sounds, it was a relief to be back in his arms. I'd missed him. You know, the real Reuben, not the one running away from kidnappers. The one who beat up Daniel for me, because he hurt me. That Reuben; the real one. As I hugged him, I remembered when I saw him properly for the first time, in Starbucks. Or even before that, in school, when that bitch and her tag along boyfriend were bullying him. After Starbucks, when he suddenly became confident, and helped me carry the drinks home. When I invited him in, and he played How To Save A Life by The Fray for me. Meeting him in the park, so I could avoid going to the club. Our first, and I guessed only, date in Nando's.

Things went downhill after that... When he kissed me in school, and Daniel spread the picture across the whole place. Followed by me losing Reuben, then I decided to go out with Daniel. What even was going through my mind? Anger? Envy? I don't know. That resulted in me being beat, and raped, ending up pregnant. An abnormal heart murmur then drew me into hospital, where Reuben gave me his heart, and I lost the baby. Then I went into depression... And finally, we ran away from home. Three words; how and why?

"I know, it's a lot," he whispered, practically reading my mind, "And I'm sorry for dragging you into it."

"Life would be boring without it," I forced a smile, even though he couldn't see it.

"Hopefully we can live through it," he said, kind of sarcastically.

"We will," I promised.

A few seconds of silence passed, and I knew what he was going to say. I found him highly predictable, and the next line had to be planned.

He breathed in deeply, and said it, "You will."

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