Pinkie Promise? - Angel Knowles (best free e reader txt) 📗
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even ride home with my parents. In fact, i didnt even tell them i was leaving this stupid conversation, let alone where i was going. Now here i am, running out of the stupid hell cage, bolting straight through a set of double doors, and heading out to the sunlight..Freedom was calling my name. i was running and crying, and i just knew my makeup was running down my face. I probably looked like a nut case that just escaped the hospital. But no one tried to stop me. whatever they thought, they knew it wasnt worth the fight to stop me. I had every intention to go home, but somehow, i ended up at Dream Playground. I had only left here last night, very late, which might even count as REALLY early this morning. I was swinging slowyly.So slowly. I couldnt help it. I cried. for the first time in years, i didnt try to wipe them away as they cascaded down my cheek. each and every drop felt like it was just waiting to escape, and with everyone that hit the floor, it felt as if that was a part of the pain that had been building up for what felt like forever.
Out of nowhere, Austin is looking at me, kneeling down in front of me, and i notice that he is also crying. I couldnt quite put my finger on it, but something seemed off. why would we both be sitting in the park, crying? He hugged me with all his strength, and i hugged him back. I knew that this could be my soul-mate. Forever and Always.
when i pulled away, and looked up at his face, i wiped away his tears. I didnt want him to be in pain. Although i didnt know why he was crying, i didnt want him to hurt. Then he said
"do you want to come over? my mom will be gone for today. she left to go to someplace called Omaha with your mom. Those two really clicked you know. When my mom was walking into the house after she got her mail, she she saw your mom. and you know how old women are. so now they went shopping!"
and i said "definately" and he grabbed my hand, and we slowly walked to his home. we didnt talk for the entire walk. we just held hands, and slowly walked. we didnt even look at each other. and unlike the times that i was with Devon, the silence was welcoming, not awkward.
When we arrived to his home, i realized two things, one, that all the boxes were unpacked, and things were neatly put in their place, and two, his house seemed more like home to me than mine ever did or will.
We walked over to his couch, without a word, and we just snuggled. After about an hour, when we were both still wide awake, but too comfy to move, i turned around and faced him. He looked at me, expecting me to say something. so i did..
" why were you crying?" my voice was soft and very quite, almost whisper-like.
"my 'dad' called when my mom left. he said he missed me, that he was sorry. He lied to us. He left us, he cheated on my mom! now apparently, after having married a barista, a small, cute, but utterly ditzy blond,he has now had his second divorece. He asked if my mom was home. and i said no. then i started to yell at him. i dont remember all that was said, but i do know how mad i was. i was mad that he left, without a single word. i didnt even know if he was still alive, or dead or something. I was scared for so long. My mom lied to me at first. i was 14 years old, and i was begining to rebel and be defiant, and skip school. she just didnt want me to get worse, and she would lose me too. So We moved. And here we are, in Harlan, Iowa. Me without a dad, and mom without a man. I just hope she will be okay. i know i will... but i always worry for her. She seems more lonely lately.. sorry.. i just had to get that off my chest. thanks for listening. That's what makes you amazing, you know." Austin replied.
"anytime. i mean it, ANY time.i will always be here for you." i smiled.
"so will i." he was smiling so sweetly.
"Pinkie Promise?" i asked, hoping to God he said yes.
"forever and always." then he wrapped me up and we were so warm and cozy. i knew i would fall asleep and would never want to wake up again. Not as long as i lived, have i ever felt such love and warmth from a person. not my mom, dad, brother, or ex boyfriend. here i am; safe in the arms of a stranger. and i pray to God this 'stranger' will never let me go.
suddenly, i am awake, theres a very loud and annoying knock at the door. its dark everywhere, and the knocking is persistant. I guess this guy is really needing something. With my luck, it could be my mom. Or worse, Devon. i roll off the couch, where Austin is still asleep. he looked like a greek god. and a body to prove it if the rest of him wasn't proof enough.
"Angel?" a masculine, soft, voice was whispering my name, and i was totally freaked out. i could only see a shadow of a body that seemed to be a man's body. That voice was horrifyingly familiar.i started to close the door, but a tanned hand closed in on the door frame, and it was pushed open. before i could scream, an old friend walked into the hallway. The light from the moon showed me that he was no different than when i had left school.
"Cesar?" at the mention of his name, he broke down. " oh my god, Cesar! what happened!?" i was screaming, and Austin came running in, and the light was flipped on, and i saw the horrendous marks that were lashed across his face.
"wha-" i started..
"help me. I-I-I was k-k-kidnapped. you have to help me! H-He's looking for m-m-me!" he was shaking and stuttering and his face was so bruised and scared. he looked like someone had run him through with a saw, and glued him back together. Not even bothering to stitch up the parts that were still wide open and flowing blood. I was shocked. But only for a second.
"Austin! call the cops! hurry! we dont have much time! he's loosing too much blood! GO!" i was trying to stop the blood from his arm from bleeding too much. i couldnt hold on forever. i took off my shirt, and i was wraping it around his arm. Suddenly, he was on the floor, in shock from fear and the loss of so much blood. i thought i was going to lose my really good friend.
Then, like angel's that flew in from heaven when i couldnt take it anymore, the Ambulance and the police were swarming like bees. i was so relieved that i passed out.
I woke up hours later, in what seemed to be a regular morning. The only difference was that i was not in my bed, or Austin's.. It was a hospital bed.
"hey! wh-Where's CESAR!!?? hey! someone!? HEY!!" i shouted at the top of my lungs. My lungs felt like i could cough them up at any second. I feared that I would.
" Hold on there Angel. I see that you're finnally awake. Now, slow down, and i will tell you whats going on." There was a doctor that i had never even seen before. He seemed to be barely out of High school! he still looked like a kid!
"Where is CESAR!? is he okay!?" i was frantic.
I am awake again. What happened? i'm still in the hospital. same room. same bed. Wait. Where is Cesar?
"Hello?" my voice is hoarse. I guess all that screaming from the last time i was conscious was not in my favor. But i couldnt help it. i was scared. i was afraid that i would lose my friend again. i didnt want to lose him. he meant too much to me.
"Hello Angel.. My name is Dr.Earlbacher. I was recently informed that you have been in acoma for a week now. And that you are a true hero. Now, your friend Cesar is OKAY... he is still in acoma.. but he is concious enough to ask for you. Your parents called earlier, and said they desperately need to be at work, and that your neighbor, Austin will pick you up in half an hour..now, i know this might be breaking so many rules, and i could lose my job, but i know that you could also save this young man's life. I dont care if i lose my job. I just want to have a happy ending for once...He is in room 609. I trust you can find him?" I am speechless..Would he really lose his job? Why is it so bad? i dont really understand...
"are you sure? I-I dont know how to ever thank you! you are my hero. I dont know how i could ever repay you." I was crying, but i dont care. I just wanted to know that Cesar was okay. that someone was with him, holding his hand. Telling him they love him, and will never leave his side. I hope they were making him laugh and feel better, even if his heart was broken and felt like it was frozen glass..totally solid.. then hit with a hammer, and burst into a million tiny pieces. Not sure if he could ever pick them up, and put them together. Not sure if he wanted to anyways.. Just like he was with me. I just want to see him smile. I would take away any pain he felt right now.. I would suck it all up, and it would be mine. Not. his. Please dear God, let him be okay.
"Dont- You have done enough by keeping him alive this long. YOU are the hero. Now, go, he needs you. I will be there shortly after you. Hurry. I dont know how much more time he has left."
"Thank-" but before i even finished my sentence, i was gone. running. I dont know where i am going, just running, turning corners, getting dirty looks, people telling me to slow down. I dont give a crap. they can handle it. Where the HELL is room 609?!Wait! ... 604..605..606..607..608..609! Finally!
"ohmygosh..Cesar.." It looked like he had gone through war. Like some asshole had run him over, not caring if he would live, if he was expected at home, by his mother and father and little and older sisters. I hope i find that asshole, and bury him alive. If he was still alive after i did much worse to him than he did Cesar. I hope he dies. I dont care anymore. No more nice me.. I hope he dies a terrible, exteemly painful death.
Immediately i run over to his bed side, and i grab the hand that his mother is not crying on. How could someone do this? How could they live with themselves? I dont know how on Earth they could sleep at night, knowing my friend is here in the hospital, sliding off into the oblivion..slowly reaching a well agonized yet anticipated death. Cesar. Please. dont..go..
"It's no use. go home Angel. He'd gone. I think we should just let him go. Tell the doctors to let him go.
Out of nowhere, Austin is looking at me, kneeling down in front of me, and i notice that he is also crying. I couldnt quite put my finger on it, but something seemed off. why would we both be sitting in the park, crying? He hugged me with all his strength, and i hugged him back. I knew that this could be my soul-mate. Forever and Always.
when i pulled away, and looked up at his face, i wiped away his tears. I didnt want him to be in pain. Although i didnt know why he was crying, i didnt want him to hurt. Then he said
"do you want to come over? my mom will be gone for today. she left to go to someplace called Omaha with your mom. Those two really clicked you know. When my mom was walking into the house after she got her mail, she she saw your mom. and you know how old women are. so now they went shopping!"
and i said "definately" and he grabbed my hand, and we slowly walked to his home. we didnt talk for the entire walk. we just held hands, and slowly walked. we didnt even look at each other. and unlike the times that i was with Devon, the silence was welcoming, not awkward.
When we arrived to his home, i realized two things, one, that all the boxes were unpacked, and things were neatly put in their place, and two, his house seemed more like home to me than mine ever did or will.
We walked over to his couch, without a word, and we just snuggled. After about an hour, when we were both still wide awake, but too comfy to move, i turned around and faced him. He looked at me, expecting me to say something. so i did..
" why were you crying?" my voice was soft and very quite, almost whisper-like.
"my 'dad' called when my mom left. he said he missed me, that he was sorry. He lied to us. He left us, he cheated on my mom! now apparently, after having married a barista, a small, cute, but utterly ditzy blond,he has now had his second divorece. He asked if my mom was home. and i said no. then i started to yell at him. i dont remember all that was said, but i do know how mad i was. i was mad that he left, without a single word. i didnt even know if he was still alive, or dead or something. I was scared for so long. My mom lied to me at first. i was 14 years old, and i was begining to rebel and be defiant, and skip school. she just didnt want me to get worse, and she would lose me too. So We moved. And here we are, in Harlan, Iowa. Me without a dad, and mom without a man. I just hope she will be okay. i know i will... but i always worry for her. She seems more lonely lately.. sorry.. i just had to get that off my chest. thanks for listening. That's what makes you amazing, you know." Austin replied.
"anytime. i mean it, ANY time.i will always be here for you." i smiled.
"so will i." he was smiling so sweetly.
"Pinkie Promise?" i asked, hoping to God he said yes.
"forever and always." then he wrapped me up and we were so warm and cozy. i knew i would fall asleep and would never want to wake up again. Not as long as i lived, have i ever felt such love and warmth from a person. not my mom, dad, brother, or ex boyfriend. here i am; safe in the arms of a stranger. and i pray to God this 'stranger' will never let me go.
suddenly, i am awake, theres a very loud and annoying knock at the door. its dark everywhere, and the knocking is persistant. I guess this guy is really needing something. With my luck, it could be my mom. Or worse, Devon. i roll off the couch, where Austin is still asleep. he looked like a greek god. and a body to prove it if the rest of him wasn't proof enough.
"Angel?" a masculine, soft, voice was whispering my name, and i was totally freaked out. i could only see a shadow of a body that seemed to be a man's body. That voice was horrifyingly familiar.i started to close the door, but a tanned hand closed in on the door frame, and it was pushed open. before i could scream, an old friend walked into the hallway. The light from the moon showed me that he was no different than when i had left school.
"Cesar?" at the mention of his name, he broke down. " oh my god, Cesar! what happened!?" i was screaming, and Austin came running in, and the light was flipped on, and i saw the horrendous marks that were lashed across his face.
"wha-" i started..
"help me. I-I-I was k-k-kidnapped. you have to help me! H-He's looking for m-m-me!" he was shaking and stuttering and his face was so bruised and scared. he looked like someone had run him through with a saw, and glued him back together. Not even bothering to stitch up the parts that were still wide open and flowing blood. I was shocked. But only for a second.
"Austin! call the cops! hurry! we dont have much time! he's loosing too much blood! GO!" i was trying to stop the blood from his arm from bleeding too much. i couldnt hold on forever. i took off my shirt, and i was wraping it around his arm. Suddenly, he was on the floor, in shock from fear and the loss of so much blood. i thought i was going to lose my really good friend.
Then, like angel's that flew in from heaven when i couldnt take it anymore, the Ambulance and the police were swarming like bees. i was so relieved that i passed out.
I woke up hours later, in what seemed to be a regular morning. The only difference was that i was not in my bed, or Austin's.. It was a hospital bed.
"hey! wh-Where's CESAR!!?? hey! someone!? HEY!!" i shouted at the top of my lungs. My lungs felt like i could cough them up at any second. I feared that I would.
" Hold on there Angel. I see that you're finnally awake. Now, slow down, and i will tell you whats going on." There was a doctor that i had never even seen before. He seemed to be barely out of High school! he still looked like a kid!
"Where is CESAR!? is he okay!?" i was frantic.
I am awake again. What happened? i'm still in the hospital. same room. same bed. Wait. Where is Cesar?
"Hello?" my voice is hoarse. I guess all that screaming from the last time i was conscious was not in my favor. But i couldnt help it. i was scared. i was afraid that i would lose my friend again. i didnt want to lose him. he meant too much to me.
"Hello Angel.. My name is Dr.Earlbacher. I was recently informed that you have been in acoma for a week now. And that you are a true hero. Now, your friend Cesar is OKAY... he is still in acoma.. but he is concious enough to ask for you. Your parents called earlier, and said they desperately need to be at work, and that your neighbor, Austin will pick you up in half an hour..now, i know this might be breaking so many rules, and i could lose my job, but i know that you could also save this young man's life. I dont care if i lose my job. I just want to have a happy ending for once...He is in room 609. I trust you can find him?" I am speechless..Would he really lose his job? Why is it so bad? i dont really understand...
"are you sure? I-I dont know how to ever thank you! you are my hero. I dont know how i could ever repay you." I was crying, but i dont care. I just wanted to know that Cesar was okay. that someone was with him, holding his hand. Telling him they love him, and will never leave his side. I hope they were making him laugh and feel better, even if his heart was broken and felt like it was frozen glass..totally solid.. then hit with a hammer, and burst into a million tiny pieces. Not sure if he could ever pick them up, and put them together. Not sure if he wanted to anyways.. Just like he was with me. I just want to see him smile. I would take away any pain he felt right now.. I would suck it all up, and it would be mine. Not. his. Please dear God, let him be okay.
"Dont- You have done enough by keeping him alive this long. YOU are the hero. Now, go, he needs you. I will be there shortly after you. Hurry. I dont know how much more time he has left."
"Thank-" but before i even finished my sentence, i was gone. running. I dont know where i am going, just running, turning corners, getting dirty looks, people telling me to slow down. I dont give a crap. they can handle it. Where the HELL is room 609?!Wait! ... 604..605..606..607..608..609! Finally!
"ohmygosh..Cesar.." It looked like he had gone through war. Like some asshole had run him over, not caring if he would live, if he was expected at home, by his mother and father and little and older sisters. I hope i find that asshole, and bury him alive. If he was still alive after i did much worse to him than he did Cesar. I hope he dies. I dont care anymore. No more nice me.. I hope he dies a terrible, exteemly painful death.
Immediately i run over to his bed side, and i grab the hand that his mother is not crying on. How could someone do this? How could they live with themselves? I dont know how on Earth they could sleep at night, knowing my friend is here in the hospital, sliding off into the oblivion..slowly reaching a well agonized yet anticipated death. Cesar. Please. dont..go..
"It's no use. go home Angel. He'd gone. I think we should just let him go. Tell the doctors to let him go.
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