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"Jake, you're Gabriel's son?"
I asked, not being able to contain my curiosity. I wanted to make sure, I needed him to confirm it.
"You heard that?"
He asked and I noticed his demeanor had changed.
"Yeah. Why didn't you tell me?"
I asked. I know we weren't really close, but I felt hurt that he wouldn't trust me enough to tell me that.
"Because people always treat me differently once they find out I'm the son of an Archangel. They expect more of me or only want to be around me to get on Gabriel's good side and I don't like that."
He said and I could hear the pain and hatred in his voice.
"Jake, I'm sorry. I had no idea."
I said suddenly feeling bad for the kind of live Jake's lived.
I guess being an angel ain't all it's crocked up to be.
"No, you didn't."
He said and I flinched at the amount of hatred in his voice.
There was a long silence after that. It was starting to get awkward so I tried to break the silence.
"So, tomorrow will you show me-"
"Aurora, can you…."
Jake said cutting me off, but then suddenly stopped.
"Can you find your way back to your house on your own?"
He asked and I looked at him surprised.
"I think so, but I'm not too positive about it."
I said and heard him sigh.
"Then I'll get someone to take you home."
He said, and as soon as the words left his mouth an elderly woman appeared next to him. I recognized her as the woman who cleaned my wings.
"Elder Karin, please take Aurora back to her house."
I saw the old woman's eyes widen in surprise at something, then return to normal again.
"Yes sir."
She said before turning to me.
"Come on deary."
She said as she started to lead me out of the library. I looked back at Jake as Karin moved me along the streets and felt tears in my eyes when he turned away from me.
Karin walked me to my house in silence. As I turned to go inside I suddenly remembered I'd forgotten to thank her. I turned back around to say something, but she was gone.
"This place has some serious issues."
I said to myself before going inside.
Publication Date: 11-10-2012
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Dedication:
To my Nana, Marie Anselmo and to my best friend Brittany's mother Chrystal (Christie) Crouse. May you both rest in peace and soar with the Angels.
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