The Broken Angel

Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Liar, Liar

Angelica's POV

"Who are you?" I asked, looking at Beck. Beck looked down at me, completely shocked. Okay, I know faking memory loss is probably not the best idea to do, because if he ever found out that I was do it, he would probably kill me or hurt me somehow, but hey, it's worth a shot at escaping him or getting him to leave me alone.

"You don't remember me?" Beck asked, and I shook my head. A man stood behind Beck, and I honestly didn't know him, but he looked at me, sadly. I remember seeing him in the diner a few times with Beck's gang and Beck, so maybe he's part of Beck's gang?

"Where am I?" I asked, looking around. And then, my memory of Wes came back. I sat up and panicked. "Where's Wes? Is he okay?" My heart broke as I remembered him lying in my arms. Where is he? Is he okay? Is he even alive? Is he here or somewhere else? I need to see him.

"You remember Wesley?" Beck asked, looking angry.

"Do you remember what day it is?" the man behind Beck asked me.

"April 7th." I said. It was a day before I met Beck at the diner for the first time. I only remember this day because it was the day my cousin got married and it was the first time I had taken a day off in a really long time.

Beck started cursing and walked out of the room, probably realizing this fact too. The man immediately followed him out and I could hear them muttering, but I couldn't make out any of the words they were saying. When they came back in, Beck walked over to the chair and sat down, staring directly at me, unblinking.

I slid as far away from him as possible. The other man walked over to the other side of the bed and grabbed my hand in both of his. Beck growled and looked at our hands, causing the man to immediately let go of my hand and making it drop to the bed.

I guess Beck was the boss of their group, or at least higher than him. That, or more dangerous and unpredictable.

The man opened his mouth to say something to me, but I cut him off instead.

"Where's Wes?" I asked again, more forcefully this time. I needed to know where my little brother was now and all the air was rushing out of my lungs as I waited for him to answer.

The man looked down at me, sadly. Oh, God no! Don't you dare say the words I think you are going to say. Please!

"You brother is currently in the ICU. Your parents had beaten you both up so bad that you both almost died on the operating table. Wes is okay now, but he still hasn't woken up yet, and they aren't sure if he is going to." the man said, carefully.

I stared up at the man, unblinking. Before either of them could react to me, I grabbed all of the needles in my arm and ripped them out simultaneously. I jumped out of the restricting bed and bolted down the hallway. I heard their gasps and footfalls behind me, but I was lighter on my feet than they were, so I was able to outrun them, but barely.

I was still a little woozy, but I shook it off as best as I could and kept running as fast as I could. I have been in enough hospitals, especially this one, to know where the ICU ward was, so I didn't have to ask for directions or stop to look at maps.

I ran directly there, the men close on my heels, and I slammed into the nurses station, terrifying the poor woman sitting behind the desk.

"Wesley Reese." I stated loudly and breathily. "Where is Wesley Reese?"

"I'm sorry, but -" she started to say, but I jumped over the desk, grabbing her by the front of her scrub shirt, and pulled her close to me, our faces barely inches apart.

"If you don't let me see my little brother, right now, I swear on my life, I will climb over this counter and beat you to a bloody pulp and find the answer myself." I growled at her. "Do you understand me?" She quickly nodded her head, fear in her eyes as she saw how serious I was. I shoved her back in her chair and straightened up. "Now, where?"

The man laughed and I glared back at him, not really wanting to hear or see either of them right now. Beck was scowling at me, while the other man looked more amused at the situation than angry.

"Nice persuasion tactics. Beck also used the same one some time ago." he said, smiling.

"Peter." Beck growled at the man, Peter. Peter just looked away from me, still smiling.

"He is in room 265." the nurse chimed in. Before she could say another word, I turn to bolt for the room. But, Beck must have expected this reaction, because he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me against his body.

I gasped loudly and curled into myself a little bit. He instantly let me go and I smiled at his rookie mistake. Lesson One; Never let go of the person you want to hold down, no matter how much pain they are in. They can use that as leverage.

I took that brief moment of freedom to swing my elbow back at his face. I felt the bone hit his nose and the sickening crack, but I didn't have time to care about his, now broken, nose. Beck pulled away and gripped his nose. I used this chance to slip away and run towards the room 265.

I threw open the door and stepped inside. I saw Wes laying on the white bed, unmoving. He was pale and dressed in the terrible cloth fabric that the hospital made you wear.

"Wes." I choked out, trying to hold back the tears. My brother's body didn't move, or even flinch, in the slightest. I could feel Beck and Peter's presence behind me, but I ignored them and forced on the boy in front of me.

I walked over to the bed, slowly. I looked at my brother's still body and tears pooled in my eyes, threatening to spill over, but I didn't let them. I couldn't let them. If I let even a drop fall, it feels like Wes would slip away from me too, and there is no way I will let that happen.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, next to him. I reached out my hand and lightly brushed my fingertips down his cheek. He was so pale. He didn't look like my happy little brother anymore. Now, he looks more like a corpse.

I opened my mouth to call his name again, but nothing came out. I tried again, but still nothing came out. And again, and again, and again, but nothing would come out. It was like my vocal cords were as frozen as he was.

I leaned down and gently put my lips to his cheek, afraid he was going to shatter like glass if I pressed to hard. "I love you." I was finally able to whisper to him. I pressed a little hard and closed my eyes, a single tear escaping my eye before I could stop it.

All these years, my father tried his damnedest to break me. To make me weak and obedient to him. And all of those years, I fought back, again and again. I fought against that man, but I also fought to be stronger, braver, better. But, in an instant, all those years crumbled before me as I sat here. My father had finally gotten what he has been so desperately trying to do for so many years.

He finally broke me.