Dominion (Guardian Angels) - By Melody Manful Page 0,81
the girl’s room, and I did. The moment we entered, she searched the stalls to see if there was anyone else in the room. No one was there.
I asked confusedly, “Sarah, who are you looking for?”
“What are you doing, Abigail?” Sarah asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I thought you were crazy about Tristan, but now you’re dating Gideon, who I approve of by the way, but Tristan and you have this kind of intense connection that looks like you’re both trying to fight, which FYI isn’t working because you look at him the same way you look at Gideon.”
“There’s no tension between Tristan and me, and I’m not crazy about him,” I said defensively, but she didn’t look like she believed me.
“Just last week, you sent me a ten-page e-mail describing his hair.” Sarah was exaggerating; it was a one-page e-mail.
“I also sent one talking about Gideon’s laugh. So what’s your point?”
“So, you’re in trouble. I think you like them both.”
Suddenly I felt as if the room was spinning, or was it just too small with no room for me to breathe? I became claustrophobic, and my own shadow started hunting me as the voice inside my head kept whispering, “You’re in trouble.”
“I’m not in love with two guys at the same time!” Tristan was easy to talk to, and I liked spending time with him, but that didn’t mean I was in love with him.
“I said like, Abigail,” Sarah whispered, and suddenly I understood why she didn’t believe me.
Sarah’s interrogation made me uneasy for the rest of the day. I tried keeping my distance from her and Tristan with no luck.
“I’m borrowing your guardian angel for a while,” Valoel said.
We were all hanging out in my bedroom. Valoel stood beside Tristan, and I was sitting on Gideon’s lap on my bed. “By the way, you and I should hang next week. I’d like to get to know my brother’s girlfriend,” she said.
I blushed, which made Tristan laugh, and then I started pulling my hair down to hide my face.
“I don’t really want her around you. You’re a bad influence.” We all stared at Gideon. Valoel was a bad influence, and he wasn’t?
“I think you’ve got that logic wrong,” she retorted. And with that, both she and Tristan disappeared. Watching them disappear, I knew I would never get over the whole being there one second and gone the next.
“I have to go,” Gideon said.
“Go where?” I was about to reach for his hand when my TV turned on. When I looked at the TV, it was on one of the news channels.
“So you’ll know where I am.”
When Gideon said this, I knew he was about to do something bad, something that would be in the headlines quickly. Suddenly my breath shortened, and my body shook in fear as the aftermath of an event that hadn’t even happened forced its way into my head.
“Gideon, you can’t go and hurt an innocent person,” I said, getting up from his lap. I couldn’t believe he was going back to hurting the world.
I felt like I had let go of one nightmare and stepped into another.
“I won’t do anything silly,” he got off the bed.
“Silly? Harming the world and—”
“The world?” he smiled ruefully. “Abby, the world you are trying to save is a wicked world.” He shook his head. “Your world is full of greed, hatred, and pain.” He paused for a second and then continued, “You think there would be hundreds of millions of your people living on the street if your world was loving and caring?” he asked. “Brothers killing brothers, and innocent people getting murdered, raped, sold, and tortured?”
“Gideon, please don’t do this,” I begged. “Please, can’t you change…for me?”
And that was my plan, to change Gideon. Not for me, but for the world. I wanted him to change, to learn to love, and to stop hurting innocent people.
He laughed harshly. “You can’t change me, Abby. No one can.” His voice was mean and clipped. “If your plan is to change me, then let me go.”
Let him go?
“You think you know the humans, our history, better than I do?”
Gideon almost laughed when he heard this. “Humanity is a book, and the sad truth is that your kind read it too fast. I’m doing you all a favor.”
“For heaven’s sake, Gideon, don’t you think I know how the world is? Where we are heading?” I shouted. “I’ve heard about the past, the thirst for power, and the innocent blood that’s been shed. And yes,