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.


7. Saving Annabelle

Annabelle’s POV:

I’m not really sure what’s going on. I’ve felt some hands on my body, and the burning sensation that accompanies their touch, but I don’t understand. If all they were going to do was poke and prod me, what was the use of the drugs? I was strapped down before anyways.

I don’t really know how long it’s been. My eyes still won’t open even though I’m awake, and I can’t really tell what they’re saying anymore. I just want to leave here. I don’t want them to hurt Harry or anyone else, and I want to meet my father. I want him to decide he wants me to come and live with him now that I don’t have my mom anymore, or at least decide he’s going to play a more active role in my life. Maybe he’ll let me stay with Harry and Louis. I like them, and I don’t want to not see them anymore after this. They’ve become like brothers to me, and they’re honestly the only family that I’ve got.

I’m drawn from my isolated thoughts when something else enters my mind without my permission. I see a man, he’s walking home at night, and has a small bag that looks like a present, and then flowers too. He’s wearing a suit, and looks really nice. Then all of a sudden, two men jump out and begin beating him. I feel his pain, and it’s like I’ve been thrown into his shoes. He pleads with them, and offers money, his car, anything they want. He just wants to go home and see his wife.

One of the men pulls out a gun.

My surroundings change again, and I see a small child in a house. There’s smoke coming under the bedroom door, and an alarm is going off. Before I know it, the room is engulfed in flames, and it’s hard to breathe. The child screams for his parents, and tries to get out, but he’s on the second floor of the house, and it’s too high for him to jump.

Once again, everything changes, and now I see a young girl, maybe my age, walks out of her friend’s house. The sun is setting, and she says she really has to go, that her parents told her she had to be home for dinner. She starts walking, and a couple minutes later, a hand covers her mouth. She tries to get away, but she’s thrown into a van where a man does unspeakable things to her. She’s hurting, and upset and desperate to get away, but she can’t. I wish I could do something, and help her, but I’m just as helpless.

I don’t know what’s happening, but all of these visions or whatever they are continue. They never stop, and I never get a break from all of the horrible things that I’m seeing and feeling. I just want to make it stop, I want to help these people, but I can’t move at all, and I can’t talk, and I’m just as vulnerable as them. I can’t keep watching this though, it’s making it feel harder and harder to breathe, and my chest and head feel like they might explode. I want to tell Zayn, Liam and Niall to make it stop, but I can’t. I’m stuck in this misery.

Harry’s POV:

I don’t know what they’re doing to Annabelle, but it’s horrible, and I’m starting to worry. I know that something is seriously wrong, and that whatever is happening is harming her incredibly. I tell Louis that we have to do something, but we can’t get out of this room.

We wait and wait, and this feeling of dread keeps growing inside of me. I’m about to get myself into trouble so one of those bastards will come to the door, but then it opens, and I see Jophiel. He asks, “Where is Annabelle?”

Louis says, “Liam, Zayn, and Niall took her this morning. I don’t know where exactly, but she’s in the house.”

Jophiel nods and we both follow him down the hall. We check room by room until we finally see the three of them, and then Annabelle laying on a table, not moving, but clearly distressed. Jophiel demands, “What have you done to her?! You’re killing her!”

Zayn smirks wickedly, and shrugs, “We were just trying to learn a bit more about your kind Jophiel.”

He glares, and then makes his way over to them. Once he’s finished and they’ve vanished, no doubt being sent back to hell, Jophiel gestures for us to come over. He kisses Annabelle’s forehead, and then starts mumbling things quietly until the pain in my chest begins to lessen, and I know he’s stopping whatever they did.

Then he says, “She can’t move, and I don’t know when the drugs they gave her will wear off.”

I offer, “I can carry her. Just let me know where we’re off to.”

He says, “My home in the mountains. I’ll meet the two of you there in my human form. Please get her there safely.”

I nod, and then Louis says, “You can trust us Jophiel.”

He sighs, “I know, but there are many people that I can’t.”

He disappears, and then Louis and I take Annabelle to the cabin up in the mountains, and I tuck her into bed before we go and talk to Jophiel. I ask him quietly, “What’s going to happen to Annabelle, you know, since Megan was ki-“

He says, “I’ve yet to decide, but I’m thinking about keeping her close. Probably move her between houses of mine and some of the other archangels. Metraton has agreed to help out if that’s what I decide, also Michael and Gabriel. I think it could be safest for her, but I did all of what I did before so she could have a normal life…”

I ask, “Louis and I would still be able to look after her, right? You know we wouldn’t have let anything happen to her if we could’ve stopped it. We did everything that we could to protect her. I wish she hadn’t been harmed, really.”

He nods, “You two will still look after her Harry. I know you did all that you could, and appreciate everything the two of you did for her.”

I nod a little, and Louis asks, “So for now, how long are we staying here?”

He shrugs, “I figure that I’ll take a couple weeks to spend time with her, make sure she’s alright and things of that sort before I have to return to other things, and then we’ll know what we’re doing after. For now though, we’ll stay here, take it easy, and make sure Annabelle heals and then also teach her bit about what she can do.”

We both nod, and then the three of us make sure the fridge and pantry are stocked with her favorite foods and also things that are healthy and good for her. Some clothes were brought here since Jophiel knew we’d all be staying, and all of the essentials are here as well. We find board games in the basement, and also some movies to watch. Jophiel subscribes to all of the on demand channels so she’ll have things to do, and then we just wait.

Annabelle’s POV:

After what feels like forever, my eyes flick open, and I’m not in the room I was before. I don’t hurt as much as before, but my head and chest ache, and I just feel bad in general. I can move again, and so I crawl from the bed, bringing the comforter with me because I’m cold. I walk quietly out of the room and down the hall. When I reach a small living room, I see a man sitting on the couch, and Harry and Louis as well.

It takes me a minute to piece everything together, but then I realize. That’s my dad.

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