Dominion (Guardian Angels) - By Melody Manful Page 0,61
make my point. “You name it, I’ll do it.”
“Gideon, I can’t bring him back. Once his soul leaves his body, it’s too late.”
“This…this is my fault.” What the hell had I done?
I managed to raise my head, only to see the taillights of the cars far away in the distance.
“Your fault? Did you cause the accident?” D asked.
It had to be my fault. I was the one Abigail saw. Come to think of it, why didn’t I know I was visible?
“I think I did,” I answered.
“Then why are you—?”
“Valoel was getting on my nerves, saying I love the girl, and I wanted to prove her wrong and—”
“If you don’t love her, shouldn’t you be—” D stopped herself, and I knew it was because she already knew the answer to her question.
AMAZING GRACE
*Abigail*
“I know someone will cry for me when I’m gone.
Whether they are tears of joy or pain,
I’m sure they’d make it count.”
Melody Manful
Three days ago, my mother had a husband, and I had a father.
My father was gone. He was dead because I was seeing things that weren’t supposed to be real.
Because the CIA told the police my father was a new bodyguard we had hired, we buried him using a fake name, together with Felix. At their funeral, a fake family member who was acting as–my father’s family cried for him, but the casket we buried was empty.
The CIA held on to my father’s body because my mother wouldn’t allow him to be buried with a fake name, so after his fake funeral, we had another one where he got all the respect he deserved.
I couldn’t look at my mother’s face without feeling guilty. She hadn’t stopped crying since she learned he didn’t survive the crash. I hadn’t cried since I learned it.
Even when I stood and watched my father’s casket being lowered into the ground, the tears didn’t come. My heart was filled with emptiness. No one dared tell me to cry. I felt as if I were crashing through invisible walls.
The CIA said there wouldn’t be any more danger now that my father was gone. Andrei had sold out the rest of his team to the CIA in exchange for his family’s protection. Even though they said nothing was going to happen, Ben was still supposed to stay with us, and they kept agents around the house.
After my father’s and Felix’s burials, I refused to go inside, staying outside on the field, since it was where we trained and the only place I felt connected to my father. I refused to eat and went inside only to sleep and to try to forget the world.
Even now as I stood shooting reactive targets outside, the tears still wouldn’t fall. I had emptied every gun we had, except for the gun in my hand, which was also about to run out of bullets. My head was filled both with regret and a pain I couldn’t show because I knew my father’s death was entirely my fault. It was me who had screamed and distracted him.
“Miss Cells, please come eat something,” Ben said the moment he reached me.
I didn’t even bother turning around to look at him. I heard and felt the sadness in Ben’s voice, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to keep on shooting and let the noise shut out the rest of the world.
“Miss Cells, are you—”
I whirled around. “Don’t ask me if I’m all right.” I knew that if I heard that phrase one more time, I would do something I’d regret. Was I all right? My father and a man who was like a father to me both died—why the hell would I be all right? Did it look like I was having the time of my life?
My father was really gone. He was never coming back. Everyone was sad. Everyone was crying. Everyone except me.
Ben’s voice sounded so sad. “Your father…”
“My father is dead!” I shouted at him. My voice lacked the emotion I knew should be there, but I was numb. Numb and angry.
“Tears are a luxury we can’t afford to waste.” These were my father’s words, not mine, and the least I could do was obey them.
“Abby, I understand that you’re sad and angry, but that doesn’t mean you should—”
I fired over Ben’s voice to drown it out. When I didn’t hear him anymore, I knew he was gone. I knew he was angry with me for trying to shut myself out.