The Stolen Love
Chapter Three
*Austin's PoV*
Angel collapsed to the floor only moments after waking up for the first time since I took her. I ran over to her, gently picking up her hand and checking her wrist for a pulse. She seemed fine -- Probably just scared.
I gently picked her up, setting her on the bed so that she'd be a little more comfortable. I sat next to her, brushing the blonde hair back from her face. I felt bad that she was scared. I wanted her to trust me and feel comfortable around me. I told myself that it would just take time.
I first saw Angel at an OM&M concert two years ago. She stood out to me because she was right in front of the stage, and was wearing a hoodie even though it was August. I decided to follow her around after the show, to see if I could get close enough to talk to her. I never did, but I saw her take her hoodie off -- and I saw the bruises all over her arms. That was when I knew that she needed me to protect her.
I spent two years learning as much as I could about Angel. She lived with a mother and older brother, at least one of whom was physically abusing her. I had never been able to discover who her father was; I wondered if she herself even knew. She was very intelligent, but only made decent grades in school. Except for art and music classes, which she always excelled in. She had two friends, and she spent almost every weekend with them. Her mother was away on business a lot, and I didn't think her family would make a big deal out of her disappearance.
At first, I told myself that I was only taking her so that she'd be safe. She needed someone to take care of her. I convinced myself that it was all for her. But, as I was driving back from the tattoo place with Angel passed out in the back seat, I realized something. Maybe it wasn't just for her sake that I was doing this. Maybe I was doing it for me, too.
Maybe I need her as much as she needs me.
Angel collapsed to the floor only moments after waking up for the first time since I took her. I ran over to her, gently picking up her hand and checking her wrist for a pulse. She seemed fine -- Probably just scared.
I gently picked her up, setting her on the bed so that she'd be a little more comfortable. I sat next to her, brushing the blonde hair back from her face. I felt bad that she was scared. I wanted her to trust me and feel comfortable around me. I told myself that it would just take time.
I first saw Angel at an OM&M concert two years ago. She stood out to me because she was right in front of the stage, and was wearing a hoodie even though it was August. I decided to follow her around after the show, to see if I could get close enough to talk to her. I never did, but I saw her take her hoodie off -- and I saw the bruises all over her arms. That was when I knew that she needed me to protect her.
I spent two years learning as much as I could about Angel. She lived with a mother and older brother, at least one of whom was physically abusing her. I had never been able to discover who her father was; I wondered if she herself even knew. She was very intelligent, but only made decent grades in school. Except for art and music classes, which she always excelled in. She had two friends, and she spent almost every weekend with them. Her mother was away on business a lot, and I didn't think her family would make a big deal out of her disappearance.
At first, I told myself that I was only taking her so that she'd be safe. She needed someone to take care of her. I convinced myself that it was all for her. But, as I was driving back from the tattoo place with Angel passed out in the back seat, I realized something. Maybe it wasn't just for her sake that I was doing this. Maybe I was doing it for me, too.
Maybe I need her as much as she needs me.
Notes
Short, I know. But I wanted to do a little thing in Austin's Point of View, and clarify some things.Thanks for reading, beautiful. <3
You gotta update soon love! :)
6/8/14