His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One (31 page)

“I want to call Marco right now!” Abby screams and then grabs her head from the pain the yelling is causing.

“Abby let’s talk a minute then we will help you to make that phone call, how about that?” Dr. Massinger knows how to calm her down. I have to give it to the doc; he knows his stuff.

She doesn’t speak she only nods her head.

“Can I ask all parties to leave Abby and I for a few moments? Abby would that be alright?”

She looks to her mom and nods her head again agreeing to the doctor’s request.

Alison and Alfred walk out of the room. Amy, who hasn’t said anything the whole time, follows me and I’m pretty sure she’s in total shock. From what I have figured out, Abby is pretty much the only family Amy has. She
has
family, but they are never around and Abby and Amy depend on each other a great deal.

As we walk down the hall Dom turns the corner and stops walking as he processes Amy’s demeanor. Amy runs to him and he holds her in his arms. I’m so fucking envious of that right about now.

“Will she ever remember me?” I collapse in the chair of the waiting room.

Alfred and Alison sit on either side of me for support. They are the nicest family. Their daughter is hurt and they are supporting me when I should be supporting them, but I can’t, not right now.

“Evan I don’t know what to say. I know that I will never allow that son of a bitch Marco near my daughter again.” I have never heard Alison cuss before; she must hate Marco as much as I do. No, I’m wrong, because no one could ever hate him as much as I do.

The shit I’ve seen him do to Abby behind her back is reason enough to snap him like a twig. Which I will gladly do if he steps one foot near her. I will take him down quietly. I
will
get the chance to take care of business. End of.

Chapter Twenty

Abby

My hands are sweating and my head is pounding. The doctors have been asking me questions and have been in and out of here all week. They say I have amnesia and that I have lost a little over a year of my life. I have had testing and some scans of my brain. They all agree that I may get my memory back, but say it will probably come in pieces. I have never been so scared in my life and I just want Marco.

The last thing I have remembered is sitting down to take finals, but I haven’t figured out if it was this year or last, but only that it was definitely finals. I sit in the chair and open the test. I can’t see the test and I don’t know what class it’s for. I sigh as I realize my life isn’t going in the direction I had hoped.

“Doll? Can I come in?” Amy oh thank God! “I brought you something. I found this today, well I was looking for it, so I snooped through your stuff.” Her perfect straight teeth are clamped together in a firm smile as she gauges my reaction.

“My journal? Well I could have told you it was in my shoe closet. This is great, thank you.”

“Oh it was in a closet alright, but not a shoe closet. It was in your apartment.”

I narrow my brows. No one has told me anything of too much significance and right about now I would say that is pretty damn significant. “My apartment?”

“Yeah, a little hole you like to call home.” She laughs.

“My parents moved to Colorado and I wanted to be on my own. I remember that.” I cheer.

“Oh my God you scared the absolute fucking shit out of me Abigale Hayes. I thought you were going to die. I didn’t know what to do.” Amy’s entire perfect face is covered in tears and streaked mascara.

Amy has been treating me like a china doll this whole week and my guess for the emotional breakdown she’s having now, is she feels like I’m better and won’t break now.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” I smile at my friend, reaching my hand out to take hers. “Amy where is Marco?”

“Doll he isn’t in your life anymore and you’re happy about that.” Amy sits on the bed with me.

“Why the hell would I be happy about that? I love him.” I am seriously getting pissed. “Give me the phone Amy,” I demand.

I’ve tried to call him from the hospital phone a couple of times with no answer.

“Doll, I’m telling you he’s in Brazil. He left you and now you’re with Evan and you adore him and he adores you.”

“How long have you been here?” She seems so drained. My parents, Amy and Dom, and Evan have been in and out so frequently that I’m not sure anyone has actually left the hospital this entire week, not to mention the two weeks before that. Evan has practically lived in this hospital, but he has also given me my space.

“I don’t know, the days are all running together to be honest.”

My friend is always on her game. Always perfectly gorgeous, beautifully perfect hair and makeup. This Amy is a hot mess and not hot in a good way either.

“What has you upset? I’m fine and you see that I’m fine, so what else is bothering you?”

“I am just so sorry this accident took your baby.” She gasps and throws her hand to her mouth as she mumbles what sounds like ‘fuck’.

“Baby? What baby?” What the fuck is she talking about?

“Oh shit. I think I need to get Evan. I’m sorry Abby. I’m so fucking sorry.” She gets up from the bed and leaves the room.

I try to reach the phone on the table next to the bed, but it is too far away and the pain is too intense to attempt getting out of bed.

A tall, muscular Evan walks through the door, stopping at the entrance, watching me. He looks at me like he’s hurting and I feel bad for him, but I don’t know who he is and I don’t feel the same way I see that he feels for me.

I have been doing well this week. At least, that’s what everyone says. My head is healing nicely per the doctors and I will soon start therapy, which means I will get the hell out of here and the sooner the better.

My mom and dad have been here all week and have told me that Evan never left my side. My mom says he doesn’t eat and refuses her suggestions and sometimes demands that he get out of the hospital for a break. My parents adore him. They say he treats me like a princess. I smile knowing they never liked anyone that I’ve been with because they don’t deserve me. He must be either a genius at sucking up or he really is a good man.

“Is it ok if I come in?” he says in a deep voice. Goose bumps invade my skin. I shiver. He smiles. That’s an odd thing to smile at. I narrow my eyes.

“Just so you know, I’m coming in anyway,” he smirks. I smile because he seems like such a playful soul and I kind of like it.

Evan walks over to me and sits on the bed in the empty space next to me. “Abby, I know that you don’t remember me, but we
are
real. We are real, me and you. I want you to know that I will be here every second of every minute of every day and we will get you better.”

He seems so sweet, but. “Evan I don’t mean to sound rude, but I don’t know who you are. I’m waking up with a head injury and I don’t remember you. I’m sorry for that, but I don’t feel anything for you. I only remember Marco and I remember that I love him.” God that makes me sound like a total bitch. By the look on his face I’m sticking the knife in a little deeper. “I’m sorry Evan, I…I just don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.” My head is beginning to throb against my skull.
Damn it
.

“Are you in pain?” He leans forward and presses his lips to my forehead. That cologne, it’s so familiar. “I will get a nurse angel.” He stands up from the bed and turns towards the door.

“What did you just call me?” Why is that so familiar?

“Do you remember something?” Evan nearly knocks over the table and the chair that are in his way to get to me.

“The memory is at the tip of my brain, but I can’t pull it through.” The pain. I moan as it increases.

“I’ll be right back.” He presses his lips to me again and I get another smell of him.

“Mmmm.” I close my eyes. What a good smell. My head feels like it is spinning and memories are trying to come back.

I need to move around. I mentally beat myself up for being in this damn hospital. I’m making people worry and that kills me. I don’t want anyone to worry about me. I swing my feet over the edge of the bed, getting a little lightheaded as my feet fall. My leg is wrapped in this boot thing and that is definitely preventing me from escaping this hell.

If Evan is who everyone says he is, and if Marco did what everyone says he did, then why not give this Evan guy a chance? I can slowly get to know him again and make my own judgments. He’s easy on the eyes so it might be more than a little difficult to resist him, but I’m sure I can until I know him anyway. Butterflies make their way to my tummy.

The sun is so bright. What a beautiful day. I smile. It is so beautiful and I’m stuck in here. As I enjoy my view from my hospital bed a large hand touches my shoulder.

“Evan I’m ready to blow this popcorn stand. You want to break me out of here or what?” There isn’t an answer so I turn to look over my shoulder and Marco stands over me. Holy shit, I wasn’t expecting him to be here

He’s wearing a light grey suit and has just a bit of scruff on his face. His eyes are dark though and I dismiss that right away because I’m so happy to see him.

“Hey baby, I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

“Where have you been?” I reach up for him to take me into his arms as he walks around the bed to face me.

“You really have amnesia?” He wrinkles his brows.

“I don’t remember,” I say with a serious look on my face. We both laugh so hard. My head begins to throb harder and harder. “Oh God.” I hold my head in my hands.

“Are you ok?” Marco kneels down in front of me.

“Yeah, I’m having a bad headache. I’m ok though.” I smile.

“What do you remember Abby?” His tone is so soft.

“Being with you, but everyone tells me we aren’t together anymore. I want to be with you Marco, what is going on? Don’t you want me too?” I sound so pathetic, but I can’t help it. I love him.

“We can be together Abby. You can come with me. Leave and go to Brazil.” He clasps my hands in his warm, tanned hands that are twice my size.

“Why do we have to be in Brazil? Why can’t we be here? I don’t understand why you went there in the first place.”

I remember he didn’t talk about Brazil unless I asked a question and then he was always evasive, but I blew it off when he told me he had a hard life and he didn’t like to talk about it. I understood that and I tried to respect it too. So why would he want to go back there when he could live here with me?

“Yeah, you don’t remember. I went ba-.” He becomes silent as his head flies in the direction of the door. My head follows, but I don’t see anything.

Suddenly I hear a crashing and a clinking sound coming from the hall. A female voice screams, “Security!” followed by a loud thud and more screaming.

Marco stands and reaches behind him and pulls something out, pulling his arm back to his side. I’m at the wrong angle and can’t see what it is.

Marco tenses as he stares at the door and my eyes follow in that direction again as well.

In slow motion I see Evan emerge from the right side of the hall reaching behind him and then swinging his arm around his side as he walks through the door. The object is a black gun. He has it aimed at Marco. I look to Marco as he swings his arm up with a gun of his own.

Are they dueling in my hospital room?

The nausea creeps to the top of my throat. I grab the trash can that sits next to my bed and expel the contents of my stomach. Oh my God. The force makes my head throb harder and harder. It feels like my head will actually explode. Oh God.

“Evan Young, we finally meet on real terms and not just you lying and deceiving me with your undercover bullshit.” What the hell is he talking about?

“What the fuck are you doing here? You left her and now she’s mine.” I shoot a look at Evan, whose attention is solely on Marco and he doesn’t notice.

I don’t belong to anyone. I’m not a toy that people can just throw around.

“Stop, you’re scaring me,” I scream. My head is getting worse. Why does Marco have a gun and, shit, why does Evan have a gun? Hell, why do they have guns pointed at each other?

“Abby its ok, just give me a minute ok angel?”

I know they are talking, but I can’t understand what they are saying. My head is throbbing so much worse now. I can’t take this pain. I bend over as the eruption of my stomach comes again. Only there isn’t anything in my stomach so it’s only yellow bile. Oh god!

“She doesn’t know your dirty little secrets, does she?” Marco laughs.

“She doesn’t know yours either, does she? Why don’t we talk about the fact that you’re fucking her friend Samantha from school, or how you fucked every possible piece of ass you could while you were together, or how about we talk about the drugs and the murders Mr. Shot Caller? Why don’t we talk about that?” Evan’s face is firm. He holds no expression and the gun never leaves the direction Marco stands.

“I need you to stop please. I’m not doing so well. Please stop.” The dry heaves come hard and fast.

“I’m going to either shoot you or snap your neck. I’m feeling generous, so I’ll let you choose today.”

“Evan Nathan Young STOP!” My hand flies to my mouth. I remember. I remember his name and tiny pieces are coming back. Small pieces. But, I remember.

Chapter Twenty-One

Evan

I can’t believe the nerve this guy has. He damn well knows what I’m capable of. When it comes to Abby I don’t care who gets in my way. She comes first and I’ll do what I have to make sure she doesn’t get hurt. If that means taking care of him right here I will, but I don’t want Abby to see that side of me. I’m seeing red, this dude is so screwed.

“E, bro what the fuck?” Michael’s voice rings through my ears. “Marco, put your fucking gun down because I guarantee if you shoot Evan I’m taking you out next.” Michael laughs.

He’s just as ready as I am to get rid of this scum.

“Either way you kill me. I know how this ends. Maybe not today, but you want me dead because she loves me. You can’t stand that you’re not good enough for her.”

Natalia comes from nowhere and snap kicks Marco in the head.
Shit,
she knocked him out cold.