The Broken Angel

Chapter 11

Chapter 11: "Who Are You?"

Beck's POV

It has been an hour since Angel had first woken up. But, as soon as she did, she freaked out to the point where they had to knock her back out. And I have been sitting in this damn plastic, rock hard chair that I want to smash, next to her bed, waiting patiently for her the whole time.

From what the doctors told me, she had lost too much blood from the knife wound and the hundreds of lacerations she had, not to mention the glass embedded in her back, and they had to do a blood transfusion. She also had to get a lot of stitches. But other than that, she is expected to make a full recovery and don't have any life-threatening wounds.

Peter walked into the room with a couple styrofoam cups in his hands. The smell of coffee filled the room, and for a moment, covered the chemical smell that I hate so much.

"Here, man." he said, handing me the cup. "You look like you need it." I took the cup from his outstretched hand and took a sip. The black, warm goodness filled my mouth and slid down my throat.

"Thanks, man." I said. Peter took a seat on the windowsill, next to my chair. Neither of us said anything for a minute, just drank our coffee.

"Has she regained consciousness again?" Peter asked. I shook my head.

"No, not yet." I said. I looked back at him. "How 'bout the brother?" Peter shook his head this time.

"No." he said. "They said that he was lucky we brought him in when we did, or else he would have died. They aren't exactly sure when he'll wake up, or if he ever will."

Silence fell upon us again, and this time, I was the one to break the silence. "Did they lock up those scumbags?" I growled, and Peter instantly darkened before a twisted smile slid onto his face.

"If your question is, 'are they still alive', then yes, they are." he said. I opened my mouth, about to say something, but I heard a groan which caught both of our attention instead.

We both looked at the woman laying in the bed, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at us, confused, before her eyes settled on me. She opened her mouth and spoke carefully, staring directly at me.

"Who are you?"

Chase's POV

"Let us go!" the woman shrieked at us. She was thrashing around in her chair, trying to break free. But, if she kept going, she would fall backwards, and possibly break one or both of her arms, due to them being tied behind her back. This though brought a smirk to my face.

"Not a chance, lady." I said and she snarled at me.

"What?" she asked, loudly. "Do you want that little slut of ours? You can have her! Just let us go!"

I slammed my palm against the door and screamed, "Shut up! Or I'll make you shut up!" I felt someone grab my shoulder and spin my body towards them. It was Patrick.

"Go upstairs and calm down. Beck won't be too happy if we kill them just yet." he said, quietly. I glared back at the two douchebags, and I felt Patrick's grip tighten, ready to pull me away if things got physical. I didn't move for a moment, just glared at them. The woman was shaking in absolute fear and the man looked like he was ready to piss his pants any second now.

I turned around and walked down the hallway before climbing the stairs up. I pushed the door open and slammed it shut behind me. I walked into the living room and plopped onto the couch. I leaned back and sunk as far back as I possibly could.

And then I heard it. Click, click, click. The sound kept getting closer and closer to me, and the source of the annoying clicking came around the couch and stood in front of me. I glanced up at the woman, bored. It was one of the gang slut's, and this one seemed like she was trying to climb the ladder quickly.

"Hey, sexy." she said, trying to sound s****l, but utterly failing at it. She sounded like a cat that had a hairball stuck in its throat and was trying to cough it back up.

"Hey, tramp." I replied, curtly. She ignored my obviously uninterested greeting and sat down next to me, so close that she was practically sitting on my lap. She reached up and ran her index finger down my chest, but I felt nothing but repulsion for this act.

"You looked so stressed out." she said, trying to be sexy again, and failing, again. "How 'bout we go somewhere more private and I could show you a few things. I promise you, it'll be fun."

Walter had chosen this moment to walk in the living room and sit down on the couch, on the other side of me, but there was more distance between us that there was with the clingy, annoying broad next to me. I grabbed her finger and dropped it into her own lap, off of me.

"Sorry, Barbie, but I'm taken." I said, but she just smiled and leaned in closer.

"She doesn't have to know. I won't tell if you won't." she whispered in front of my face. Her disgusting breathe hit my face like a ton of bricks and all I could smell was over sprayed perfume and rotten fish. I could barely hold back a gag.

"Well, sorry, but I would know. And they would definitely know." I said, pushing her back and away from me. She fell back onto the other side of the couch, and for some reason that I don't know, she took this as foreplay. She crawled towards me, and honestly, it creeped me out and annoyed me more than anything.

"Come on, baby." she said. "One time, I promise it'll be worth the trip." I sighed, knowing exactly how this was going to end. My lover was definitely not know for patience.

Suddenly, the girl in front of me was pushed backwards and landed on the ground, and her plastic ass.

"What the f**k?!" she screeched, looking up at us. Arms wrapped themselves around my neck and I felt a warm breathe cascade down my neck.

"Like he said before, he's taken. He said no, and he means no, so back off already." Walter snapped at me. "Plus, one important fact you should know. He's not into p***y, he like his men grown."

She gaped us at us as Walter grabbed my chin and pulled my head towards his. He smashed his lips against mine, his tongue invading my mouth, and I completely welcomed it. As our tongues fought for dominance, the annoying voice interrupted our thoughts.

"You're gay?!" she yelled, shocked. Walter broke the kiss and smirked down at her.

"Well, duh." Walter said, rolling his eyes sassily. "He wouldn't be kissing me right now if he wasn't." He stood up and pulled me off the couch with him. "Let's go, baby. You looked so stressed. I'll give you a night you won't forget."

Walter turned around and walked away, swing his hips as he walked away, and I couldn't help but stare at it. "Now that was sexy." I said. I looked down at her. "Take some lessons."

I started walking after my boyfriend, but the woman jumped up and grabbed my arm. "Wait, we can still do some stuff." she said, quickly. "I'm up for anything."

I pushed her over the couch and she laid there, looking up at me. "Who are you?" I asked. "You know what, never mind. I'm going to go see my boyfriend upstairs. And you, are going to disappear from my sight and never approach me again."

Before she had a chance to answer, I turned away from her and climbed the stairs, excited to see what Walter was planning for now.