Angels

Preface
I woke up in the arms of my warrior, his strong arms engulfed me in a gentle slumber embrace, his long thick black hair spread around his head like a dark halo, his black eyes I know so well were closed and his expression was tranquil, I felt my heart swell with pride as my warrior, my past life love, the guy it seemed I was destined to spend all my lives with was lay here with me.

I leant and kissed him gently before slipping out of his warm hold and walked quietly to the bathroom.

"Olive?" he stirred

Hearing him say my name made my heart race and I was truly grateful that our battle was over and that he had picked me, I turned to see him sat up and his perfect cupid bow of a mouth was pulled up in a sleepy grin.

And I thanked God for my fallen angel.


Chapter one.

I woke up to the annoying beeping of my alarm, I quickly realised that it was just a dream and again I felt tears prick my eyes I grit my teeth and hit the alarm clock and pulled myself out my bed, it was Sunday and I just felt like leaving the pile of bed hair I could feel on the top of my head but wasn't planning to attack it anytime soon.

I threw on a pair of sweatpants and headed to the bathroom, I pulled the door on there was a yellow posted note stuck on it.

"Hey Sleepyhead,
I had to run to the studio (last minute disaster) if you manage to pull yourself out off bed before 12 get dressed and meet me for lunch? If not I'll see you at the opening at 8pm, OH please call Irvine what has he done? Love ya Amelia"

I sighed and bit my lip checking my alarm clock, 10am, before going into the bathroom and didn’t come out until I had calmed my bed head, I quickly pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a plain vest top and a grey hoodie I studied myself in my bedroom mirror my long black loose curls framed my pale almost translucent skin that made my big moss green eyes stand out. I grabbed my bag and car keys and ran out the house and into my vintage 1969 mustang convertible in a blood red colour, it was11.30 before I got to the studio, my foster mum Amelia was amazing, 35 and tiny 5f long naturally plantim blond hair that falls to her waist in beautiful loose curls, and the brightest sky blue eyes and was very much in the hippy frame of mind and in her dress sense but it suited her and although I completely contrasted in looks with my mid back length black curls, my moss green eyes and pale completion but I think of Amelia as the mother I was meant to have she was amazingly talented with a camera and had just opened her own studio and was putting on an exhibit.
"Hey Abby," I waved at Amelia's assistant "is she in her office?" I asked not even paying attention to her nodding the reply

I had to smile at the sight of my child like aunt sat behind a grown up desk dwarfing her more, she looked up from her desk as I entered and smiled at me.
“Managed to pull yourself out of bed then??” she grinned
I rolled my eyes “Amelia just because you like to be up before the sun is out doesn’t me we all should be doing it too!”
Amelia cocked he head to the side “Well you should be its good for you, Have you called Irvine yet??”
I ignored the comment and asked about the last minute disaster.
“Oh it’s okay now! I sorted it out,” she jumped off her huge wicker chair and got her bag. “Shall we go for lunch??”
“If you want Mia, I was thinking I could run out and get us some pizzas and we’d set started on that decorating?” I offered knowing that she'd need some help eventually
Amelia’s face lit up with a smile “That would be perfect” and started digging round in her bag and handed me some money and I left.

I was gone all of half an hour but obviously that was enough time for Amelia to get on the phone and invited Irvine round I entered with 2 boxes as Abby had gone out for lunch I sighed angrily as I saw Irvine up a ladder and Amelia hurried over too me.
“I did tell you I sorted the disaster out” she smiled sweetly at me, hearing a thud I looked up, Irvine smiled at me as he walked over to me, and Amelia took her pizza and wondered off back into her office saying she had calls to make. I sighed again.
“Hey” I forced a smile in Irvine’s direction as I looked at what he had been doing.
“Amelia called earlier and asked if I’d come help put up fairy lights up for her” he explained himself too me and I rolled my eyes I hated this.

Irvine and I had be dating for nearly a year but 7 weeks ago I started having my dreams and when I was with Irvine (as crazy as it may sound) I felt like I was cheating on the guy in my dreams, so I called time on my relationship with Irvine and know we where in that silly holding stage deciding if we could still be friends which was even sillier when Irvine and myself had been friends since I had moved here just after my parents had passed, when I was 10 and he was 12.
“Hey you okay??” he asked breaking my chain of thought.
“Oh,” I looked up at him “Yeah I'm fine Irvine, Want some pizza?” I held out the box
“Its not got those nasty fish things on has it??” Irvine’s face screwed up as he remembered the one and only times I’d got him to try one
I laughed “No, I didn’t get anchovies today”
He took the box and we went and sat behind Abby’s desk and silence descended on us as we started eating.

After about 10 minutes Irvine groaned and stood up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked from my seat
“This is wrong,” he looked over to me with his amber coloured eyes looking sad “I don’t want to be awkward with you Ollie”
“Same here.” I added
Irvine came and sat next to me and placed a hand on my cheek and as much as it felt natural to me I moved away from his touch and saw the hurt look I caused AGAIN cross his face then he sighed “Ok, you’re my best friend Ollie and will always be okay??”
I nodded knowing that that was all I would offer him even if he was hoping for more.
“Then don’t shy away from my touch like I’m going to hurt you!” he pleaded
I sighed this time “You can’t touch me like I’m your girlfriend anymore then Irvine I don’t want to hurt you or confuse you anymore than I already have”
It was quiet for a moment then Irvine’s broad mouth split into his huge friendly smile and he punched my shoulder.
“Ouch” I yelped and rubbed my shoulder but smiled at him.




After we finished our pizza we got back to work, putting up fairy lights and putting out wicker tables and hiding them under big black table cloths for refreshments Amelia had put up a picture of me she had taken a few months back without me knowing I was sat on a bench in the park my legs tucked into my chest as my long black curls had fallen over one shoulder totally exposing my face I had a very morose look on my face I didn’t like that picture very much as I remember what I was thinking about on that day.

When I was ten my parents passed away and I was sent to live with my 28 year old aunt who had no idea how to raise a child let alone deal with the grief of losing her only family and my grief, I was remembering the day they passed. I had come in from school to find the both sitting on the sofa looking solemn my mother didn’t even look at me, my father stood up and strode over to me in 3 long strides gripping my shoulder hard enough for me to cry out, I had been confused.

Where had my daddy gone? The happy smiling daddy who I knew loved me! Who was this daddy who was hurting me?!

He matched me to my room throwing me in and I fell to my knees and scraped them on the carpet I was crying when I looked up and saw the utter disgust in this daddy’s face then spat on the carpet in front of me.

“Demon Bitch” he said before slamming the door and locking it
I just sat there in total shock for nearly an hour, I was still crying as I stood up and went to check the door it was locked so I started banging on the door crying out for my mother I had carried on like this for 2 hours my knuckles had started to bleed.

I must’ve fallen asleep because I was woken by my mother shaking me cold detachment in her eyes as she peered down at me.
“Get up!” she pulled me up by my arm “Go downstairs” I moved quickly as the tone of my mothers voice was not one I had heard before

It smelt bad in the living room I now know the smell and can identify it as kerosene but the whole living room was drenched in it and that daddy was stood by the couch holding a lit candle.

“Olivia You can not live” he said before dropping the candle and the screams started as my father was the 1st thing to catch a light but the flames spread quickly and as he screamed he came toward me trying to burn me up too but I managed to get out of my mothers hold and move before he got, he ran into my mother instead ant he screaming got louder as I ran into the kitchen trying to get the back door open when I heard my mother scream my name in a pain filled wail….

The memory faded out and I was back in the studio with my Aunt and best friend and strangely I was lying on the floor as they where over me
“What happened?” I said as I sat up
“Oh Olivia, Are you okay??” Amelia’s face contoured in a mask of worry and concern
“You passed out” Irvine whispered as Amelia rushed off to get me a glass of water
“I did??” I questioned as he nodded and helped me stand up
“Want me to take you home??” he asked as I swayed on my feet
“Please” I leant on him as we waited for Amelia.