The Broken Angel

Chapter 13

Chapter 13: A Little Broken, A Little Whole

Angelica's POV

It has been a few weeks since the incident that had put my brother and I in the hospital we are currently at. Beck had to drag me out of Wes' room, literally kicking and screaming, to get me back to my own room.

The doctors had to give me sedatives again. They ended up giving me a higher dosage than what I need, because I was still fighting against them after they gave me the appropriate dosage. It really messed up my speech and it was really hard to move.

Beck even had me restrained to the bed, so I wouldn't be able to escape again, and so the doctors could observe and clean my wounds. I would lash out at them whenever I could, because I just wanted to get close to Wes again. I just needed to be close to him and I would let them do whatever they wanted.

A week later, Wes finally woke up. I pleaded and begged Beck to let me go and see my little brother, but he refused too. But, whenever Beck left, which happened only once or twice a day and for a few hours at most, he would leave Peter behind to watch me. And every time, Peter would let me go and see my brother until it was almost time for Beck to come back. I felt indebted to Peter for this, and I promised myself that I would pay him back whenever I could.

The day Wes woke up, Beck had come back early and came barging into Wes' room, clearly pissed off. He started to try and drag me back with him, but I was able to kick him in the groin and slip away from him, and back to my brother. We clung to each other, careful of the other's wounds, but enough to make a silent point to show him that I wasn't leaving.

Peter just watched us, his face slightly bruised, like Beck had punched him in the face before entering the room, and I'm guessing he did that. After that, Beck gave up and let me stay with Wes. After Wes wasn't in critical condition anymore, they sent him over to a normal hospital room, close to the nurse's station, just in case.

Beck always followed me around, and tried to make me go to the cafeteria to eat, but I always refused. I had refused enough times that he started bringing food up to me instead of trying to make me go. The only time I ever left Wes' side was when I had to go to the bathroom, and even then I waited until the very last second to go.

I would rarely sleep after this, and when I did, it was because I had passed out from exhaustion. I felt like if I ever took my eyes off of Wes, even for one second, he would disappear instantly. Or something would go terribly wrong. Or someone else would come in and try to kill Wes and I. I was so scared of this, I would stay awake for days on end.

It took four whole weeks of being in that hospital before we were able to be discharged. Well, actually, it only took me three weeks until I was discharged and Wes was four weeks, but I stayed there until he was finally discharged. An entire month was lived out in that hospital.

I wanted to leave the moment Wes woke up, but the doctors wouldn't let me. They told me about all the possible ways Wes could die by his wounds if we left before they were closed and healed. I was so scared of that happening, that they had to push us out.

The police came at some point and asked us a lot of questions. I played dumb and acted like I had no memory of what happened from after the time I had met Beck, but Wes took charge and explained everything that happened. Every single last detail of what had happened.

Beck chipped in and finished the story since Wes had passed out before Beck had shown up. The police were now on the search for our "parents", but I knew they would never find them. I don't know how I knew, but I knew they were hidden somewhere.

Beck forced us to move in with him after our discharge was finalized. First, he tried to convince me by saying it was for my own good, and Wes need it. And our "parents" were still out there and he could protect us from them.

Then, he decided to try and threaten me into it. He told me that he would take Wes away from me and force me to watch him suffer, then keep me for a play toy. I, obviously, attacked him and tried to kill him for all the horrible things he had said. Beck was a better fighter than I was, so he was able to pin me down and force me into submission.

Which leads me to this moment, where we were sitting in the back of an SUV, driving to wherever Beck lived. I was sitting next to the window in the back seat, next to Wes. He was looking out the window and watching the rain hit the vehicle. There was a light rain outside, but we were going so fast that it looked like it was raining hard than it was. Another man, someone I didn't know, was driving and Beck sat in front of me.

The only times I peeled my eyes off the window was when Wes started talking to me, or when Beck started talking to Wes. I didn't, couldn't, trust Beck, but it's hard to fight against him when I knew he would win. At least for now he would. I had to settle with glaring at him every time he spoke to Wes, which he returned to me with a smirk.

I made sure to memorise the directions we took from the hospital, just in case we needed to escape. The car shifted into park as we stopped in front of a huge house. Beck turned around in his seat and looked back at us. I looked at him, bored now.

"We're here." he said. Wes and I leaned forward and looked out the front window.

"Nice house." Wes said, smiling. I frowned and sat back. I didn't like how close they have gotten since the incident. From what I know and see, they haven't talked about anything too personal, but random things and mostly cars.

"Yeah." I muttered, sliding out of the car. Wes slid out my side and stayed closed to me. This wasn't something I forced him to do, but something he chose to do on his own. I'm not sure if this is he way of staying close to me to a.) protect me from danger or b.) he's scared to lose me. Either way, I was happier with him next to me.

I glanced to the right and saw a group of men walking towards the SUV. They walked over and one of them knocked on the window. I leaned against the back of the car and made it seem like I was interested in something off in the distance and not them.

I heard the door open and slam shut. "Hey man." one of the men, Chase, said. He came to the diner a lot, and he really liked to talk to everyone, so we all knew him. He was the curly blonde model type guy who came in and joked around like he was a child. His blue eyes would draw you in, but his weird habits pushed all the girls away.

But, he was the only one I could recognize from the small group.

"How is it going so far?" the other one said. I glanced at him and did a quick study of him. Short brown hair, green eyes, 5'6, slim and neatly dressed. He was good-looking, but he wouldn't stand out unless he was trying. Right now, he seemed like he wasn't.

"Chase, Walter." Beck said. He had lowered his voice to a low audible tone, but after so many years of trying to hear every little noise in the house, I was able to hone in on their conversation easily.

"It hasn't been good." Beck continued. "The only time she looks at me is when I talk to Wesley, and even then, she only glaring."

Is he talking about me? Why does he care? I heard a smack, and guessed one of them had hit him on the shoulder like most guys do.

"Don't worry, mate." Chase said, just as quiet. "You'll get on her good side, eventually."

"Well, she better hope that 'eventually' comes very soon because she's starting to get on my last nerve." Beck said, walking towards the back of the vehicle, towards us. He pulled the trunk and I snatched my only bag out before anyone could grab it.

Wes, lazily, took his out and slung it over his shoulder, not really caring if anyone takes it or not. He looked up at the house in front of us, but it was a lie to call it a "house". It was more like a "mansion", than a "house". It was huge, three stories from the looks of it. I wasn't sure if it was just going to be us, or if there were others living in this place.

"So." Wes said. "This is where we'll be living from here on?"

As I said, "Of the moment", Beck had said, "Yes". Beck turned and glared at me, but I rolled my eyes, not caring. It was 'of the moment' and not a permanent situation. We still have our new house a few towns over, that nobody else knows about, and I still plan on living there. But, at a time where we can escape from here, safely.

Still glaring at me, Beck grabbed the trunk's latch and slammed it shut. Wes flinched at the sound of the sudden impact, and grabbed my hand between both of his.

"Chase, Walter." Beck said, grinding out of his teeth, not even looking at any of the men behind him. "Can you guys show Wesley his room? I need to have a little talk with Angel."

"Yes, sir." they said in unison, almost in a mocking way. They even brought their hands up in a salute.

One of the men, who I'm assuming is Walter, grabbed Wes' hand from mine and gave it a little tug. I really wanted to reach over and rip out the guys throat for touching him, but I held back and tried to detach myself from the situation before it got worse.

Wes looked up at me for a moment, wanting to struggle against the strange man, but I shook my head and he fighting against them. Wes let go of my hand, slowly, and followed behind the group of men.

He kept looking back at us, and I just smiled at him, knowing that Beck is going to do something bad. Bad enough to send my brother away, and honestly, I was a little grateful for that. Wes watched our father beat me, over and over again, so I didn't need him seeing another man doing that and assuming that's normal. It was hard enough to teach him to not do it when he was a child, so I doubt I could do it now.

The door opened and Wes walked inside. Before it shut, I waved at him and he waved back. It was only going to be a few minutes, but anything is possible, so this may be the last time I see him.

And like I predicted, as soon as the door shut, Beck made his move.