Dominion (Guardian Angels) - By Melody Manful Page 0,63
nothing, and my mother started crying when I told her. Why don’t you ask your father?
I can’t ask my father. We don’t ask each other personal questions. Questions weren’t the only thing my father and I didn’t ask. We didn’t talk much, and he hardly acknowledged my existence because he was scared of me.
I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to—
Why do you always pretend you’re fine, even when you hurt so much? I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from me and my messed up relationship with my father.
Because I have to, Gideon; it’s my job to be strong for everyone, and I can’t allow myself to feel weak.
I didn’t even know what the hell Tristan meant by that.
You’re allowed to feel. I don’t know how the whole nice guy thing works, but I’m pretty sure you are allowed to scream when you’re hurting like I know you are.
Really? Gideon, when the angels think of a savior, they think of me! When they need a hero, they call out to me! I have to protect our race and the humans from you! Tristan’s voice rang out in my head. I could feel his sadness and confusion—the feeling of anger was new to him.
I can’t even have a second to breathe for myself. Whenever someone around me hurts, I hurt three times as much, so yes, having the weight of the entire world on my shoulders really hurts! Suddenly, he sounded angry.
Shouting and anger wasn’t something I thought Tristan could do or feel; after all, he was normally calm, collected, nice Tristan, and it seemed I forced him to open up.
No matter how much I try, I can never help everyone. I can’t protect them all, and it kills me. But, I shouldn’t complain.
I’m sure you can take a break from being a nice guy, and you don’t have to protect everyone. I had no idea where the words I was saying were coming from or why I felt bad for Tristan. Was I sick again?
Tristan laughed. You are really starting to sound like you care.
It’s all part of the act, Tristan, so don’t be fooled by it.
“Dad,” Abigail cried. “I am so sorry. This is all my fault.” Both Tristan and I turned to Abigail, who was now kneeling beside a gravestone, crying.
“No, Abigail.” I didn’t know what came over me, but I was beside her in a flash, and to my great surprise, I was visible.
“Gideon,” she cried and whirled to face me.
Making sure her bodyguards wouldn’t see me, I created an illusion so they’d continued to see Abigail kneeling by the graves until I left.
“Are you okay?” I asked in a worried voice, staring at her curiously. I knew why she was sad. I just didn’t know why she wasn’t shouting at me for answers.
“No,” she glanced at the two graves. “They’re both gone because of me.”
“No, it’s not your fault.” I turned away from her.
“Yes, it is, you were there…” She paused. “It was you, right?”
I nodded in agreement.
“How did you…?” She inhaled, and I realized the questions were forming in her mind.
“You should go home.” I didn’t want to tell her who I was. Valoel had said to come see her, and that was what I was doing. Now I had seen her, and she had seen me, so I needed to get away from her so that I could start longing for her. Great plan!
“You’re not going to tell me why you saved me?”
“I didn’t save you, Abigail.” Immediately her sadness was replaced by confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
I didn’t know the right way to tell her that I actually failed in an attempt to murder her.
“What are you talking about, Gideon?” she demanded.
Did I dare tell her what she wanted to hear?
THE PRESTIGE
“I’m truly ashamed, and for that
I am sorry I made myself believe
I could be more than I was meant to be.”
Melody Manful
I wasn’t afraid of what Abigail would think of me if I told her who—and what—I was.
“I didn’t save you, Abigail,” I started. “I tried to kill you.” She let go of me and took a cautious step back. I could hear her heart beat. It was so loud that I was sure she was about to collapse.
“You…you tried to kill me?” She was in shock, but her eyes said she wasn’t about to run away, at least not until she got some answers.
“Abby, I didn’t want—”
“Why?” She cut me off, putting on a brave expression even though her voice shook.