Dominion (Guardian Angels) - By Melody Manful Page 0,38
the problem?”
“The problem is that I can’t kill her!” I shouted. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe, and the air around me was too dense, suffocating me. Was I having a meltdown? “Whenever I try to hurt her, I feel…I feel something.”
“Feel something? What the hell does that mean?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I wanted…I want to kiss her,” I said, and D broke into laughter.
“Wait. You’re serious?” she asked. She stopped laughing after seeing that I wasn’t joking. “Well, go kiss her and then kill her. Problem solved.”
“But I can’t…it’s Friday tomorrow.” What the hell was wrong with me? So what if it was Friday tomorrow?
“And it’s Thursday today. Your point?”
D didn’t understand the length of the problem.
“Fine. Don’t kill her tomorrow. How about the day after or the next?” she proposed.
“She’s supposed to get a new book this Saturday. We have to read to the children on Monday, so I can’t kill her.”
“The children? A book?” D stared at me, a look of confusion marring her features. “What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t kill her tomorrow because it’s Friday, and you can’t kill her this weekend because of a book?”
When she put it like that, it did sound like a really stupid, pathetic excuse. I wanted to kill Abigail—well, maybe not as much as I did before—but what if I killed her and…and I… Gideon, back away from that thought.
D stepped closer to me. “Wait a minute. Don’t tell me that you are f—”
D didn’t finish her sentence because I grabbed her by the neck, and she choked on her words. “Don’t you dare say that out loud,” I whispered through clenched teeth. I released her.
“We have a problem,” D said when I let go of her. “Come on, let’s go hit you on the head with something and return you to normal.”
Now that was the friend I was looking for. I was actually thinking of doing the same thing. “I vote for a car,” I said as D took my hand, and we disappeared into the darkness.
DARK KNIGHT
*Abigail*
“If I were yesterday, I’d laugh at those who wish for a do-over.
If I were today, I’d laugh at those who didn’t make it this far,
but if I were tomorrow, I’d laugh because I’d know
the best is yet to come.”
Melody Manful
The next day at school, Gideon was waiting by the gate when I arrived. He waved me over, and I joined him. We walked to class together.
This time, I sat with him at the back of the room and we talked about the children at the library.
“Come on. I’ll buy you lunch,” Gideon said when the lunch bell rung.
He took my hand and led me down the hall. I didn’t protest because I was kind of used to him doing so lately. When we went to the library yesterday, he had grabbed my hand, saying that we needed to make the children believe our boyfriend and girlfriend story.
Reality check: This boy wasn’t the Gideon from my nightmare.
Gideon still had my hand in his when we turned a corner and walked into the cafeteria. I felt his warmth rushing through me like electricity, striking and then lingering long enough to leave me breathless. Then it faded before the strong surge returned.
“You eat that human stuff, right?” I stopped walking when Gideon asked this. “I mean food.” I smiled at his add-on, because it made him sound normal and not crazy.
There were moments when Gideon made me feel alive, and then there were moments when he said things that turned me back into the crazy girl who freaked out when I learned his name in class. Since I was getting used to his weird comments and no longer freaked out around him, I just wanted to escape with him to the cafeteria and forget the whole world.
“Sure.” I wasn’t hungry, but I didn’t want to say no when he offered to buy me lunch.
He led me into the cafeteria to where my friends were sitting. I took a seat next to Tristan, and Gideon sat on the other side of me. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to feel the way I did, but I was a teenage girl, sitting between two incredibly hot guys who left me breathless. I was pretty sure I was allowed to feel breathless.
Gideon left to grab the food. As soon as he walked away, Sarah stared at me with her I-want-all-the-details look.