My Personal Fallen Angel by Emily Walton (ebook pdf reader for pc .txt) 📕

When I got home, John came in as well.

" Hello, Mrs. Kornet. May I speak with you?" She frowned, turning to me.

" Are you in trouble, Dear?" blech. She'd started calling me that a day after I got here.

" No, Ma'am. I was just at the library, and John said he'd drop me off." I smiled, then headed for my room, which was now a dark, dark red, with Black swirls and designs in them. Something I didn't notice the first night I was here- don't ask me how, but I didn't- right at the foot of my bed, theres one french door that leads to a porch on top of the porch. Alan came in.

" Why is mr. Flansten here?" I shrugged, unloading my backpack.

" No idea. He drove me home from the library." I glanced at him, and he frowned. His eyes weren't blood shot yet, but they would be soon. I gave him a long look.

" Do you have a lip ring I could barrow? Mine closed up, but the hole should be easily redone." he gave me a suprised look.

" Ask Thor." he said finally, leaving. I frowned. Thor.

He didn't seem like the killing type. I'd hung with those kind of people long anough. He definately doesn't act like one.

Maybe he changed after probation, though. Maybe he just wanted to change, so he did after the detention center.

Or maybe he didn't do it.

" Shanelly!" Gavin hollered. I slipped downstairs, where John, Jannet, and him were standing in front of the front door.

" Yes?" I asked dully.

" Did you see Thor after school?" I decided to tweak the truth.

" He saw me trying to get everything ready for John, so he carried my books outside." I shrugged. John scowled.

" He also said he'd see you at 8. Explanation?" Jannet spoke up.

" I would be the cause of that. I arranged it for him to pick her up for school. Sorry." he scowled at me again.

" Remember what I told you." he said flatly. I rolled my eyes.

" I'll do my best, but no gaurantees." I said before heading up stairs, only to be called back down for supper- which John was perticipating in.

At 7:45, I went to my room, and got into the shower. I got out 10 minutes later, and changed into my skull and crossbone pajama pants, and a white tanktop. I was on my computer, in the corner, when there was a knock on my french door. I frowned, then went and opened it- to find Thor leaning against the doorframe. He tried to push past me, but I pushed him out, closing the door.

" What the hell, Thor! What are you doing here!?" he gave me an annoyed look.

" I told you i'd see you at 8, didn't I?" he said mildly, leaning on my railing. I growled.

" In the morning. Are you high?" he shook his head, studying something in his hand.

" What's that?" I asked wearily. He held it out to me.

" Alan said you wanted this." he said in a bored tone. I reached foreward slowly, and realized it was a lip ring, like i'd asked for. But when I touched it, his hand inclosed mine, and he pulled me foreward, till I was pressed against him. He turned us as I struggled so my back was against the railing. He was close anough that I smelt the whiskey on his breath.

" Oh God, Thor! get off of me." I hissed. He rolled his eyes.

" Why?" I gave him an annoyed look.

" Because my Parol officer is still here. If he smells me like you, I'll get sent to the jail for the night, at least." he grinned.

" Cool." I growled, hitting his chest with my hands. He studied me for a little while.

" Did you get your Language paper done?" he said suddenly. I sighed.

" Thor, Leave. Now. " he gave me a funny look again.

" Why?" he reached up, and I saw something glint on his hand. I grabbed his arm, and struggled with him till his arm was facing me.

" God, Thor, what Happened?"

He jerked away from me, giving me an evil look.

" What's it to you?" he hissed. I shook my head. He had a hole in his arm, gushing blood. I'm suprised he was even standing.

" We need to get you to a hospital." I said softly, but before I could reach for him, he'd jumped the railing, and hit the ground running. I was tempted to after him, but if I left the front yard, my tracer went balistic.

" Hey, Shanelly. I'm leaving." John said, opening my door. He took one look at me and scowled.

" Come here." I stepped foreward slowy. He sniffed the air, then growled.

" Get dressed. Your going with me." I groaned, throwing my hands in the air, but grudgedly pulled on a hoodie and shoes. He escorted me to his car, and then went back inside to talk to Jannet and Gavin.

~ Thor~

I was laying on one of the hard, shapeless mattresses that the police provided when you were in jail when John came in escorting Angel.

Let me explain why I was there in the first place.

I was at the park, going through a bottle of whiskey with my older brother, when we got in a fight. I was going all out on the fist punching, while he pulled a gun. He clipped my arm, and I got the hell out of there. I was just running when I realized it was almost the time I promised Angel that I would see her. so I ran home, got a lip ring I had planned on using myself, and got it for her, trying to ignore the searing pain in my arm.

I wasn't really drunk. but I had been drinking, and since I was 19, I wasn't really supposed to be. after I left Angel's, the patrol picked me up, seeing me bleeding. They patched me up, then put me in here.

And yes, I know that Angel's real name is Shanelly. But Angel is better. Don't ask.

" Thank you, you asshole." she said flatly. I smiled slightly, closing my eyes.

" Of course, Angel." she gave a huffed breath.

" My. Name. Is. Not. Angel." she said flatly. I shrugged, turning my head so that if I opened my eyes, i'd see her blazing black eyes.

"I know. I like Angel better, though. Consider it my nickname for you." I felt her gaze on me.

" Hows your arm?" she asked finally. I held my wrapped arm up, then let it fall back down.

" Just peachy. Hows your lip?"

" You never gave me the ring." I frowned, then groaned.

" Shit." I covered my closed eyes with my hand, then let it fall again.

" Sorry, I think I lost it. I'll get you another one, I swear." she sighed.

" No, it's fine. I'll probably get in trouble for wearing one again anyway." I sat there for a second.

" Again?" I said slowly. I didn't think she'd be the type to peirce anything but her ears.

" Yes, again. I've periced my lip, ears two to three times, my bellybutton, and, for about 2 years, my tounge." she made a laughing sound.

" Now that was annoying. I don't see how you can wear a barbell, all I had was a stud." I shrugged, clicking the object in question against my teeth.

" I got used to it, I guess. have you ever kissed someone with one in?" she gave another almost laugh.

" Why?" I opened my eyes, and her eyes were the softest i've ever seen them, but still very very hard.

" I'd give you something to compare it to." I said without thinking, then grimaced. That was out of the line, exspecially from me to her. I actually killed someone, while she was just accused falsly.

"S -"

" Ms. Hosten. Up against the gate." an officer appeared. She groaned, but put her hands on the bars on her cell obediently. He walked in, and took her arm, stearing her out the door.

" I've told you, I didn't drink tonight." I groaned. I was the reason she was here. She even warned me. I'm such an idiot.

~ Shanelly ~

For the next month, Thor ignored me. On the way to school, in the halways, in the two classes we actually had together, even on the way home. I didn't try to talk to him, just ignored him right back.

About a week after John took me into the jail to test me, and then apologized a bizillion different times, he got the