My Angel

Lana Jane Parks is a 16 year old girl who moves from England to a small town in New York. She already is different with her accent, but in so many other ways as well.

Note: I do not claim any famous people/things mentioned.

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8. Fire

It's February 22nd now. Crimson and I have been together for slightly under five months, and I've still yet to tell my mother. I use every excuse possible for why she needs to spend the night.

Science Project.

Just because.

To finish our English paper.

She doesn't question why Crimson is over so often, but every time if I ask if she can stay the night, she rolls her eyes and sighs.

"You're going to have to tell her eventually," she says as she rolls up a joint in my room. "I mean, she's your mom. She can't just leave you."

"Oh darling, you've only seen the nice side of Mum." She lights the joint and passes it to me. Sweet, sweet relief. "Maybe I'll tell her on the 30th."

She smiles, then glares at me. "It's February..." Crimson steals the joint away from me and inhales deeply, then leans against me. "I love you Lana."

I hold my breath. She's getting high. She only ever tells me she loves me when she's high. It's almost heartbreaking to hear her say it.

"I love you too, Crimson." "I pull the joint away and set it down and kiss her, slowly making my way into her pants.

 

There's sirens. Flashing lights. Heavy grey blanket.

"Lana!" I hear. But I'm tired. I'm hungry. I don't want to get up. "Lana! Run!"

I open my eyes. The room is ablaze. Beautiful hues of reds, oranges, and yellows now bare heat. They're deadly, but friendly.

"Lana, get up please!" I recognize that voice. Crimson.

"Jump. We'll catch you," a voice on a loudspeaker announces. I see her shadowy figure jump out the window. She shrieks, but I hear her crying, hoping from joy, for being alive.

"You have to get Lana!" Her voice is fading.

I hear Mum's car door slam close. She's screaming. "Where's Lana?"

"Please get my girlfriend!" Crimson is crying hysterically. I try to get up for her, but I don't have energy. I'm warm. The fire is closing around me, yet, I don't feel like I'm choking.

"What did you say?" I can hear the shock in Mum's voice. I guess our little secret is out.

Someone breaks through the door. I just smile and then and close my eyes.

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