Wish by H.R. Davison (books you need to read TXT) 📖

very night. It prevents me from ever trying to find her. She thinks I left her, without an explanation.”

 

My dad breaks down into gasping sobs. His shoulders shake with the strain of crying, all the years of pent up grief over his lost love, rushing out in one drunken confession. Why is he telling me this now? What does this have to do with me? I try to console my dad awkwardly, resting my hand on his shoulder. “Dad.” I whisper. “Why are you telling me this? Do you want me to find her for you?”

 

He looks up at me quickly, eyes red and puffy from crying. “NO!” His nose runs clear fluid and his sour breath exhales out in my direction. “Do not find her. Your mother will kill her. I am telling you because I want you to know what your mother is capable of. She will use this girl, Kat, against you.”

 

What? My mom knows about Kat, how is that possible? I didn’t tell her. The only person that knew about her is my dad. I narrow my eyes at him. “You told her.”

 

“No, no, I didn’t tell her DJ, please know that.” My dad pleads. “She has her ways of finding things out on her own. I know you think you love her. You will need to let her go. Your mother will destroy you with her, the way she destroyed me. Don’t let that happen to you DJ. Please.”

 

I am stunned. My dad’s confession has left me speechless. My mother is evil. She will use Kat to control me. She will try to make me like my father. I cannot allow that, but how can I stop her? How can I protect Kat and be with her?

 

My dad breaks me from my thoughts as he stands on trembling legs. He pats me on the shoulder and leaves the room. He wobbles to and fro in his drunken state and sniffles quietly to himself. I let him go without a word. What else can I say? I grab the half empty bottle of scotch on the table. “Like father, like son.” I mutter to myself, taking a large swig of the amber liquid.

 

I wake in my bed the next morning, stiff and sore. My heads thumps with the pain of last night’s conversation with my dad mixed with too much scotch. I don’t remember even coming to bed. My throat is itchy and dry. I need something to drink. I walk downstairs to the kitchen on autopilot, hungry and thirsty.

 

My mom sits at the kitchen table, the morning news spread in front of her face. Her perfectly polished nails curl around the front of the paper. I clear my throat as I walk to the refrigerator to get myself a drink. “DJ, you’re back.” She says with a smile, placing the paper on the table in front of her. To my surprise she actually looks and sounds happy to see me. I will not give her the satisfaction of a response. My dad’s words from last night echo in my head. I turn and walk out of the kitchen with my orange juice, without even acknowledging her.

 

Kat

 

I come back from my run in a better state of mind. I needed the time to think about everything I have learned. Andy followed more for a while then stopped, shouting at me he will be waiting when I am ready. I thought about DJ, about myself, mostly about my mom. I believe Andy when he tells me what I am, who my mom is. Everything he said feels right. It all seems to click home to me. As if my genetics are coded with the story of my past. I am ready to hear it all now, willing to train, and committed to saving my mom.

 

I walk in the house drenched in perspiration.My hair is sticking to my sweaty face. My bare feet are swollen and bleeding from running on the concrete sidewalks without shoes. I am so stupid. Panting for breath, I gasp Andy’s name as I collapse on the floor at the door way.

 

I wake up some time later in my bed, my eyes fluttering open. I am lying on my back and the covers are pulled up under my chin. The room is dark except for the faint glow of my nightlight. I feel so safe and warm cocooned in my own bed that I don’t want to get up, but nature calls.

 

When I pull the covers back to get out of bed, I see that my feet are clean and bandaged. I place one foot on the floor tentatively, expecting a protest of pain from all of the cuts on the soles of my feet. I feel nothing. Encouraged by the lack of pain I head to the bathroom, making sure to take delicate steps. I start the shower and let it get warm while I remove the wrappings from my feet. There are a few spots of blood on the gauze, but other than that the soles of my feet are free from any scratch or cut. I shrug to myself, the perk of being part angel. I take a long soothing shower, easing the tension from my back and relaxing my mind. I wash all the dirt and grime from my body and shampoo my long hair thoroughly.

 

My thoughts drift to DJ. I need to tell him about me! About my mom! He will want to help me, I know he will. He will do anything to make me happy. How could I of ever been angry at him? I stay in the shower until the water runs cold, running out of time to condition my wavy hair. As I am stepping out of the shower a soft knock sounds at the door.

 

“Kat?” I hear Andy’s mellow voice call from the other side of the wood door.

 

“Uhh hey Andy, I didn’t know you were still here, I’ll be out in a minute.” I call back through the wood door. I glance around the small bathroom. I didn’t think to bring a change of clothes with me, and now that I am clean it wouldn’t feel right to put on my dirty clothes. I wrap the towel around my body, tucking it in the top on one side to keep it in place. I count to one hundred before cracking open the door, hoping I gave Andy enough time to get back downstairs. Peering around the edge I don’t see him anywhere in sight. I race down the hallway to my room, my towel flapping behind me as I run, my face bright red with the thought of Andy catching me in a towel.

 

I dress quickly in a tank top and sweat pants and jog down the stairs to meet Andy.My wet hair slaps against my shoulder blades flinging drops of water everywhere. I carry my hairbrush in my right hand and bop it against my left palm to the beat of Eye of the Tiger. “Andy.” I call out when I reach the bottom of the stairs. He is lying on the couch with his arm flung over his head, breathing deeply. I check the clock above the fireplace mantle, seeing it is past 2am, I should let him sleep. He must be tired, but I have too many questions, and now that I’ve showered and I’m more awake I need answers.

 

The sofa creaks when I gently sit at the edge of the couch. Using my fingertips I softly brush his wild hair away from his closed eyes.He moans quietly in his sleep. He looks so peaceful asleep with all the worry and strain gone from his face. I slowly trace my finger from his temple down to his jawline. I notice his lips are parted. I wonder how it would feel to have his lips on mine. I lean my face close to his. Suddenly I stop. What was I just about to do? I close my eyes and shake my head.

 

I sit back upright, with my left arm I softly touch his right shoulder. “Andy wake up.” I whisper. He jolts straight up, knocking me off the edge of the sofa onto my back on the floor. My elbow catches the corner of the coffee table on the way down and I cry out, more in surprise than pain.

 

In a flash Andy is kneeling beside me on the floor. “Kat I am so sorry, here let me help you up.” Before I can protesthe reaches down and scoops me up off the floor and deposits me on the couch. I am surprised by his strength. He moved my whole body weight as if it was nothing. Andy must be much stronger than he looks. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to…” He trails off, a look of concern spreading across his face. He cups my elbow in his palm. “Here let me see.” The feel of his soft fingers on my triceps sends shivers up to my neck. “Are you cold?” He asks. “Want me to grab a blanket?”

 

“I’m fine Andy, I’m fine, no worries.” I murmur quickly, embarrassed at everything that just happened. Am I starting to have feeling for Andy? No, there is no way. Why would I want Andy when I have a heartthrob like DJ?“Here sit down, we should talk.” I tell him patting the cushion next to me. He sits down next to me as I start to brush the tangles out of my damp hair. “I need you to tell me what you meant before. You said teach me, teach me what?”

 

Andy pinches the bridge of his nose as he starts talking. “Nephilim have several skills, similar to angels, we can send visions to humans. Waking visions, or in dreams.”

 

While he is telling me this I realize now that is how my mom contacted me and told me to go to him, through a dream. Brushing my hair as he explains everything to me I determine I should have stayed in the cold shower long enough to use conditioner.My hair is so tangled I give up, tossing the hair brush on the coffee table in front of me. Andy absently reaches over and picks up the hair brush, he motions for me to turn around so he can brush my hair. With a shrug I do as he asks, maybe he will have better luck.

 

He brushes my hair softly as he talks. “Dream visions are usually interpreted as just a dream, with no meaning. Waking visions can warp reality. The person receiving the vision can feel a flux in time. A waking vision may feel like it has lasted years, when in reality it was only a few minutes. Angels that use waking visions may cause the recipient to go mad. Nephilim, unlike angels, do not have wings, we cannot fly, but we can move rather quick, much quicker than a human eye can track.”

 

“That’s cool!” I exclaim, thinking of all of the super hero movies I have seen. I could be like The Flash.

 

“Yeah it’s pretty cool.” He states. “You will have to learn and master it though. The last thing you will learn is how to use