Fallen Angel

“No…” I started to mumble. I saw the dark winged figure hovering above me as I laid spread on a bed. “Don’t… touch me.” I tried to fight but everything was moving in slow motion and my body felt so heavy. He smiled down at me as I tried to struggle, but it quickly vanished into its normal, narrow-eyed frown. There was a look in his eye similar to that of a scientist to a specimen, full of calm, curiosity. He reached for my face but I turned away. I felt the bottom of my shirt go up, and I darted my eyes at him to see what he was trying to do. He lifted it up a little further. “Stop…!” It felt like I was screaming, but it came out only as a whisper. He looked over my torso, before finally speaking.
He was so quiet that I only made out one word: “Scars.”
‘What..?”
“No Scars. You’re wounds healed.”
He leaned in close to me, long, black hair acting as curtains on both sides of our faces. I shut my eyes as tight as I could.
I heard him chuckle. “Lucky You.”
I felt his breath on my mouth and peaked open my eyes. Instantly, they shot open when I realized how closed he had gotten to me; any sudden move and his lips would have brushed agained mine. Turning my face away, I felt him kiss my neck. I couldn't explain how his lips were ice cold but made my skin feel flaming hot.
Just then, he atmosphere suddenly changed. The weight was relieved, and I felt like the rest of my muscles began to work again. Instantly, my eyes swung open and a jumped up from the bed, but my head collided with something really hard.
“Ow!” Another voice and I said in unison.
I gripped my head tightly and rocked back and forth a couple of times. “What the hell..?” Opening one eye, I looked to see what I hit and who was speaking. I saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes rubbing his head as well… the boy from that band? I paniced. “What the hell are you doing in my room??” Just as I said that, I glanced around and noticed that it was not in fact my room. It was not even my house. I glanced down. These weren’t my clothes either.
“You’re room?” he started before laughing. “No, No. This is—
I screamed and grabbed the pillow behind me. “PERVERT!!! GET AWAY!” I swung the pillow repeatedly. “WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES? WHY AM I NOT AT HOME? WHAT DID YOU DO?” I shot questions at him rapid-fire as I continued to beat him with a pillow.
“Well if you chill out I’ll explain—
I froze, pillow still cocked back behind me. “One does not simply 'chill out' under these circumstances!!” I took another swing, but this time he yanked the pillow away from me.
“No. No more pillow for you.” He shook a finger at me like a parent to a child before sending me a crooked smile.
For a split second, the fear disapeared, and my mouth dropped; I felt so insulted. For a short instant, the kind smile put me at ease, but then I remembered the predicament I was in and disgust dominated over the slight attraction once more. I took the other pillow that was behind me and tried again. Taking the bait, he grabbed the pillow, and I made a run for it. He caught me by the arm, and I was swung back around.
“Hey wait!”
“No—!”
W tussled for a moment, before tripping and falling back on the bed. He rolled over above me and pinned my hands on each side of my face. “God dammit, woman, calm down! I didn’t do anything! You hit your head last night and got knocked out!”
I felt my face heat up when I looked up at him hovering above me. Suddenly, that winged person’s face flashed over Andy’s, but then I shrugged the thought away and redirected my focus back to what I could remember from last night. I went back to go get my phone that I left in my locker, but then… my memory was blurred after that.
“So what? Did you and your creepy band mates just find me out back and decide to take me home?? Is that it? God, you’re sick! You’re a bunch of sick, sick little Bastards!” I struggled to free myself again, thinking of all the worst possible things they could have done, every single vile act that ive seen on Law & Order: SVU.
“uh, about that… I was sort of the one who knocked you out... But—
He let his guard down for a moment, and I took advantage of it by head-butting him. When he let go, I jumped up again. “That makes it worse, creep!”
“Ow! You have a hard fucking head? You know that?” He caught me again and laughed for a moment, but the more I was fighting against him, the more impatient he got.
“Let me go you pervert!”
“I already said it wasn’t like that!” He was getting frustrated. “My band and I were leaving and I guess you were coming the other way because when I opened that damn rusty door, it flew open you ended up on the floor. ”
Hearing this, I calmed down, and after a couple of seconds, he let go of my arms. Taking notice to the bandages wrapped around my head, I finally asked, “So why am I here and not at a hospital or something?”
He was caught off guard by the question.“I didn’t think it was that bad.. There was no blood. You were just… unconscious.”
I looked at him in disbelief. “Are you a doctor? Do you have a medical degree? I could have had internal bleeding in my brain! I could have died!” I shouted.
“Hey, I didn’t hit you that hard!”
“You don’t know that!” I resorted.
"Look, I paniced and didn't know what to do. It was late and my mind was... a little... hazy--I didn't want to leave you there so I brought you here! .. I already got the-flaw-in-your-logic lexture from my mom so can we not--?
Unable to understand him talking ninty miles an hour, I cut him off and we went back and forth like children for a while before his parents walked in.
“I take it she’s up?” said a familiar voice. I looked over and recognized his dad who was accompanied by his presumed mother, standing in the doorway.
“Thank God.” Andy sighed. “Can you guys explain what happened? She’s too freaked out to let me explain.”
"Well, sweetie, she just woke up in a strangers house with a stranger's clothes on, and a boy she doesnt know was the room. We'll talk about why you were in here later. Nonetheless,"The woman glanced over at Andy before settling her eyes on me. “How about we discuss it over breakfast? I’ll make some French toast. Does that sound good?”
Andy just rubbed his forehead still frustrated I felt like I could trust her for some reason, and I quickly answered, “Ah—Yes ma’am. Uh—thank you…” She was so nice. I was kind of jealous.
We all sat at the table like one big family--a strange thing to think, I know; the feeling was so unfamiliar that I felt as if I was improvising in set play. Meanwhile, I found out that I was in fact knocked out by the door. The band had escorted me to Andy’s house, and his mom freaked out asking all the same questions I had about the hospital. She gave me a few bandages so the ice pack wouldn’t turn my forehead red, and I slept in Andy’s room while he slept on the couch. I felt a little guilty in the end for having to be such a hassle on his parents--Andy, I had some strange resentment against. I mean, it was his fault, but at the same time it wasn't. He tried to be nice and funny, but for some reason, I couln't bring myself around to responding the same way.
I managed to get through the rest of it without his father, whom I now know as Chris, recognising me and mentioning my stalker-ish behavior the other day before we ever officially met. After breakfast, I helped Andy’s mother, whom I now know as Amy, with the dishes as a thankful gesture for her kindness and hospitality, though I didn’t feel it was nearly enough to repay them. I felt indebted for some reason, even tho I didn't necessarily do anything. Andy and his father drifted their way to the couch and had the TV flipped on to a hockey game. When all was said and done, I felt that I had overstayed my welcome, and decided to say goodbye.
“Hold on,” Chris started. “You don’t think we’d let you get away that easy, do ya?”
I started at him blankly, not quite sure what he meant.
Amy intruded, telling her husband to leave me alone and me that he was just giving me a hard time, but Chris ignored her. “No, no. We took her in… gave her a bed to sleep in… cared for her… and gave her a nice warm breakfast…”
Well, their son did slam a door in my face, literally, and knock me out cold, I thought, but I didn’t dare say that out loud; after all, everything he said was true. I couldn't help but feel there was some ulterior motive to his words.
“No, we are going to put you to work.” He gave me a wink. “I’m sure you remember me working on the yard the other day..” A grin spread across his face and my face shot red. He quickly continued before anyone had a chance to question his statement, so I wouldn’t have to suffer this internal embarrassment for too long. “Well, I’m getting old now, and my back isn’t what it used to be…” I had an idea where he was going with this, and I thought it was completely absurd. “How about you help Andy over there finish up the yard for me..?”
“What?” Andy spun around at the sound of his name like a dog, and as such, he had no idea what was going on.
His father rephrased and repeated his last statement to his son then added, “You need to get off that couch anyway; you’re going to get fat.” He laughed a hardy laugh.
This day has gotten a hell of a lot weirder all of a sudden. Swallowing my pride, I agreed because it wasn’t like I had anything else to do until work later this evening. My response kind of took everyone by surprise, but I was completely serious. Chris just looked like his I-was-just-kidding was cut off. I suddenly had a hint of regret, but it was too late to recant, so I played along as if I didn't notice it was just a joke. I only requested a change of clothes considering I was only in an oversized night shirt,' although, what I really wanted was a nice long shower. I figured that could wait until I got home though. My last thought before anyone moved was: Oh god, what did I got myself into?

Notes

omg it is impossible to have a working computer in my house XD
Sorry its been months but i've actually had this done for a wile now. i just lacked working internet.

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Will it be awkward between Hannah and Andy? Will she ever find out who this mysterious winged man is? and what does he want with her? Find out next time.. on Dragon Ball Z-- *cough cough* i mean Fallen Angel.. X) can't wait until next chapter :)