My Angel

Annabelle Grace never knew she was special. Yeah, she might've been pretty, but lots of girls are. Nothing ever really set her apart from anyone else, but on her sixteenth birthday her life takes a turn she could have never expected, and learns she is in fact quite extraordinary.


1. Happy Birthday

Annabelle’s POV:

On the morning of my sixteenth birthday, this go much differently than I would have expected. I wake up on my own, which is strange because my mother usually wakes me up to get ready for school. When I look at the clock, I see that it’s already eleven, and I’m beyond late to school. I jump out of my bed and call out, “Mom? Mom!”

She hurries to my room and asks, “What’s wrong baby? I was just making some breakfast…”

I say, “Mom, it’s eleven, I was supposed to be at school like four hours ago! I’m so late, and I had a chemistry test this morning! It was like worth half my grade for this marking period! Crap, crap, crap! I have to get to school. I’m going to get detention for being this late. Oh my… Mom, I’ve never had detention before, and the teacher who supervises is just horrible!”

She just laughs a little and hugs me, “You’re not going to school today Bells, it’s your sixteenth birthday! I thought I would let you sleep in and then after we have breakfast we’ll go and do something fun, yeah?”

I nod a little, feeling relieved, and say, “Okay, and sorry for freaking out.”

She shakes her head, “Don’t worry about it, happy birthday.”

I smile, “Thanks mom.”

She hugs me again, and says, “I can’t believe you’re getting to be so grown up! You’re going to be ready to leave before I know it!”

I shake my head, “You’ll always have me, mom, always.”

We go downstairs and have breakfast, which happens to be my favorite: French toast with bacon, strawberries, and raspberries. It’s amazing, and once we’re finished, mom says she’ll take care of the dishes and for me to go and get dressed and ready.

I run upstairs and shower before putting on a blue tank top, light wash jeans, and then a sweater on top. I brush my hair and leave it wavy and then I put on some socks and my boots before grabbing my purse and going back downstairs to meet my mom. First she said we could go and get my license, and then we would go to the mall or something. She told me that I could drive, and then we realized that the keys to the car had gone missing.

We both began to look around the kitchen and downstairs for the keys, and I notice how the longer we spend looking, the more nervous my mother seems to become. Is something going on? Did she make a reservation somewhere or something? Is there somewhere we need to be?

I hear the doorbell ring, and turn to answer it, but my mom turns to me and says, “Bells, you go up to your room and hide right now. Don’t come out unless it’s me. Lock your door. You understand me?”

The doorbell rings, and I ask, “Why? Who is i-“

She says, “Just go. Now.”

I listen and run upstairs, shutting and locking my bedroom door. I hide in the closet, which is through the bathroom. I lock that door too, and sit quietly trying to listen.

Harry’s POV:

I can’t believe they’re making me do this. I’m officially the crappiest guardian angel in the world. I’m supposed to keep Annabelle safe, but they literally are making me take her straight into this trap they’ve set up. It’s not like I can really do anything though, I mean, I’m only a guardian angel, so I’m not very powerful, at least not compared to a fallen angel.

I ring the doorbell once, twice, and now three times before her mother answers. She looks relieved and surprised at the same time. She asks, “Harry?”

I nod a little, “Uhm, hi Megan… Jophiel sent me. He wants to meet Annabelle.”

She asks, “He does? He told me that couldn’t happen... at least that it wouldn’t until she was older.”

I sigh, “I know, technically she’s not supposed to know anything until she’s eighteen, but Jophiel found some loopholes, and wants to meet her. He sent me to bring her to him.”

She says, “But he told me that if she ever entered… you know, heaven, that she wouldn’t be able to come back…”

I nod, “That is true, which is why I’m only bringing her to a house where he’ll be at, in human form. He wants to make sure that she’s safe since today brings a lot of, erm, dangers.”

She nods, “Alright, I’ll go get her. When will he have her home? It’s a school night tonight…”

I say, “I’m not sure, but trust me, if she misses school, Jophiel will take care of it.”

She says, “Give me a minute, okay?”

I nod, and then wait outside while she goes to fetch Annabelle. While I’m waiting, I hear Liam’s voice in my head say ‘Good work, now just bring her to the woods. We’ll take care of your transportation from there.’

That’s right; I don’t get to know where any of the real locations are either. I’m as much of a prisoner as they’re going to make Annabelle. I’ve kept her safe from a lot of things, but I couldn’t save her from one of the most dangerous. I quickly try to get in touch with Jophiel for the millionth time, but being an archangel, he busy, and doesn’t respond.

Then the door opens again and Megan tells Annabelle, “This is Harry. He’s going to take you to meet your father.”

Annabelle’s eyes light up and she asks, “You know my dad?”

I nod a little, “He’s really excited to meet you.”

She grins, and gives her mom a hug and says goodbye before stepping outside with me, and grabbing my arm and pulling me over to my jeep, saying, “Come on, let’s go!”

We both get in the car and I drive for about an hour, all the while listening to Annabelle chatter excitedly about her father. She asks a thousand questions, but I deflect most of them, and answer the others as vaguely as possible, but giving her little bits of truth when I can. She’s so excited, and I know she’s going to be miserable when she finds out the truth: we’re probably not going to see her father at all.

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