An Angel and a Demon

I was pissed beyond anything ever before. What was I thinking? Did I really think that my parents would rush to the door and fret over me and the bruises on my head? Of course not. The only thing they care about is my father’s campaign. I collapsed onto my bed, hands shaking. I’m such a fucking disgrace. I’m worthless to this family. I can’t run. I have nowhere to go and I’d be too easily recognized. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Rex: Might want to avoid the news for a while.

I was curious now. I pulled up the local news page on my phone. There was a picture of the wrecked Porsche. “HIGH TEENS CRASH CAR AFTER FLEEING FROM POLICE.” I looked at the latest update. “STATE OFFICIALS CHILDREN: THE SCANDAL OF THE YEAR.” I couldn't do this. I can’t do this. I walked over to my closet and found the rope I used when we went rock climbing. Things were easier then. I was 8 and still got along with my family. I used to love spending time with them back then. I sighed and tied a slipknot in the 40 ft long rope. I placed a chair in the middle of the room right below the middle beam on my ceiling. Tossing the rope over the beam, I stepped onto the chair and tied another knot around the beam. This is it. Goodbye cruel world. I kicked the chair over and jumped upward. The rope became tight around my neck. I gasped in surprise but couldn’t bring in any air. I struggled for few moments, finally giving up. It won’t be long now. It will all be over soon. You’ll lose consciousness and you’ll be dead in a few minutes. Black dots began to form around the edges of my vision. Finally.

Something smashed into my sternum. I couldn’t feel anything but this repeated slamming on my chest. Someone’s lips were on mine, and air was forced down my throat. Someone’s…reviving me?

“BREATHE GOD DAMMIT!”

A cough left my throat as I tried to pull air in. The lips were back on mine, pushing air back into my lungs. I gasped again, finally feeling air come into my body. Lips were kissing my face, a hand grabbed mine. I could feel someone’s head resting against my chest. Quiet sobs shook my body. I couldn’t open my eyes. Wait, they are open? I couldn’t see, everything was these large black circles going in and out.

“Vi…”

It was Rex. Only Rex called me Vi. I coughed again, forcing my whole back off the floor. His hands reacted and pulled me up in a cradle against his chest.

“Don’t leave me, Vi. Don’t leave me.”

“I’m done,” my mother said. “She’s out of here. This is giving me frown lines.”

“Fuck you,” I choked.

“Excuse me?” my father shouted.

I opened my eyes again and stared in the direction of his hazy figure, “Fuck…you.”

“You’re out of here” he shouted, before stomping out of the room with my mother, slamming the door behind them.

I looked up at Rex as my vision settled. His eyes held so many questions.

“Vi, why?”

I motioned to the bed. He picked me up and put me on the bed, lying beside me. “I couldn’t take it, Rex.”

He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, “What about me? What would I do with my best friend?”

“You’d get high as fuck for a few days and then you’d move on. Eventually you forget things.”

He shook his head no, “I could never forget you.”

“How did you even-?” I stammered.

“I came by to check on you. I convinced the hospital to let me out early. I had a taxi bring me here. Knocked on the door, asked your parents where you were. They motioned to your room. You forgot I have a key still,” he said pulling the little silver key from his pocket. I had given him a key so if he ever wanted to sneak in and mess around, he could get in my always locked door. “I opened the door and… I pulled you down and screamed for help. They came running up and didn’t do anything. I did CPR until you started breathing again.”

“I appreciate the attempt to save me Rex, but now I’m probably gonna get locked up in the loony bin or they are going to send me to some deserted island I can’t leave,” I huffed.

He didn’t say anything, just hugged me. My parents didn’t ever bother to come back and check on me. I just cuddled up to Rex and enjoyed what would most likely be my last night in my own room.

I was fucking right. I was woken up by the butler, chaperon, the servant, whatever the fuck you want to call him, William shaking me awake. “Mr. Conner, I believe it is time for you to leave.”

Rex grumbled and crawled out of my bed, picking up his jeans and shirt from the floor. He pulled them on and followed William, who closed my door behind them. I groaned and rolled over to the warm space in my bed that Rex left. The door to my bedroom slammed against the wall. I flipped over, only to be shoved back down on the bed by two sets of foreign hands, and found some man dressed in dark blue shoving a syringe into my neck. Everything was blurry instantly. It was like a wave crashed into me, blowing away all sense of feeling and reality.

I couldn’t feel anything. I can’ feel anything. I can’t. I…I…

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