Angels of Los Angeles

Amynta McNair is a seventeen year old born and raised in Aberdeen. She got a scholarship to one of the best all-girls' schools in England, and hates the thought of having to spend her summer holidays in the soaring temperatures of Los Angeles. She soon feels comfortable hanging out with her stepbrother and his friends, but things take a weird and Amynta finds herself hunted by the Archangel Gabriel. And who or what exactly is her father?


9. Chapter Nine

When I wake up the following morning, it’s to the smell of Bacon floating up from the kitchen. As I make the bed, mum walks in and looks at the walls, “Oh good.” She says before looking at me. “You haven’t put your posters up yet.”

“I was going to do that today.” I say, furrowing my brows.

“Your Grandmother phoned yesterday,” Mum explained. “so you’ll need to share with Aubrey for a while.”

“What? Why can’t I just sleep on the floor in here?” I ask, slumping against the wall behind me.

“Because, Aubrey’s room already has a bed set up for you.” I close my eyes and sigh. “She’s staying in New York tonight, and her flight is in tomorrow lunchtime, so get some stuff and put it in Aubrey’s room.” She walks out of the room without a backwards glance, and the only thing I can do is to put some of my stuff into a small bag and take it through to my stepsisters’ room.

As soon as get inside Aubrey’s room, I am greeted by the faces of every member of One Direction looking straight at me. I walk further into the room, and see the dressing table in front of the window, set up with a red sheet sitting underneath plastic dolls of the boyband. “It’s cool isn’t it?” Aubrey says from behind me.

“Cool? I think I’m going to have nightmares.” I turn around and head downstairs to find Mum.

I find her in the kitchen with Rowan and Ben. “I can’t stay in the One Direction shrine.” I tell them putting the bag on the table.

“It’s not that bad sweetie.” Mum tells me.

“Not that bad?” I repeat. “Mum, their eyes are following me around.”

“It’s no different to your room when you have your posters up.”

“It is.” I state. “I have different bands on my walls, plus posters of the Criminal Minds cast.”

“Grow up, Amynta.” Mum tells me. She turns back to face Rowan and Ben as Aubrey walks in.

“This is so cool,” she says to me. “we can stay up late and have midnight feasts. Are you Team Edward or Team Jacob.”

It gets worse. I think to myself, but I tell Aubrey; “Team Dracula.” I take my stuff back up to her room and place it on the end of the camp bed that had been set up for me. I start praying for the summer holidays to go by really fast.

As I collect my files, notebooks, and text books to do my Archaeology essay, there’s a knock on the balcony door window. I look over and see Michael standing outside, so I walk over and let him in. “You’re brave to fly in the middle of the day.” I tell him as I go back to collecting my stuff together.

“Humans aren’t as observant as they say they are.” He responds.

“Right. Well, just be careful anyway.” I tell him. I go to leave the room but I need Michael to open the door. “Come on, I think Ben’s in the living room.” We walk down the stairs and through the white double doors into the living room, where we find Ben sat watching TV.

“When did you get here?” Ben asks, looking up at Michael.        

“Just now.” Michael replies. I have to bite my lip to stop myself smiling about how he arrived. I set up my stuff in the corner by the front window, and start planning out my essay on the Archaeology of gender when the doorbell sounds throughout the house. I look up and watch the living room door to see who comes in the room.

As I watch, the dark haired woman from the Cop Shop walks in, and her eyes immediately fall on me sitting on the floor, and then to Michael. “Mom.” Ben says getting up from the settee and walking over to hug the woman.

“Mom?” I ask. Looking at the two of them. “She’s your mother?” is the only thing I can say. I look at them, my mouth hanging open as my brain tries to make sense of the fact. I stay in my position on the floor in the corner, as Ben’s Mum takes a seat in the chair furthest from me; presumably so that she can see me and Michael.

“I came to ask you more questions, Miss McNair.” Every time she calls me ‘Miss McNair’ I feel like I’m sat in first form science with Mrs King. I decide that it’s better to be polite and listen to her, so I put down my pen and notebook and give her my full attention. “Did you tell Miss Althrop to kill Miss Mills?”

“No.” I say. I have to fight the part of me that wants to scream the word at her.

“Do you have any idea who Gabriel is?”

I look over at Michael before I answer. “No.” There’s a short pause, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly feels uncomfortable.

“Do you know why Miss Althrop would say God wanted Miss Mills to die?”

“No.” I say. I feel like I should admit to knowing who Gabriel is, but I think that if Michael wanted people to know then he would tell them himself. “Maybe you should look for Gabriel.” I suggest, though that only seemed to earn me a glare. I sit and wait for the question, but the woman stands up and leaves the room instead. I watch from the window, as she leaves the house, and duck down as she turns to look back at me. “So your mother’s investigating Tina’s murder.” I say to Ben.


“Did your Dad leave her for my Mum?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“I just want to know if it’s going to be problem.” I say. I pick up my notebook and go back to making notes. 

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