Fallen (Fallen 1)

“I figured you would. I’ve gotta go, I love you little sis.”

“Love you too Adam.” I said hanging up. I stuck my cell phone in my peacock Coach Purse.

Jonathon closed the door behind Amelia.

I stood up and put my purse on my shoulder, still looking down at the floor so Jonathon couldn’t see my face. Finally I raised my head. I was mad at my dad and I didn’t want Jonathon to see so I quickly composed my features. But I knew I still looked sad.

“Oh! Principessa what happened?” He asked. I took a deep breath. I would not cry.

“My dad is going to marry that . . . that slut!” I screamed, my form of retribution. Jonathon was at my side in an instant. Wrapping his arms around me in a second, too fast for a human.

“I’m sorry, love.” He said.

“I hate him!” I screamed again. If I wouldn’t cry, I’d scream.

“No, you don’t. You just feel like you do right now.” He said playing with my curly hair.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever love him like I used to or look up to him. He has put my mom, my brothers, and me through so much pain and he doesn’t care.”

“I know love, I know. But I’m sure he still cares about you. He probably doesn’t know he is hurting you all so much. He’s only human.”

“He knows he’s hurting us. Let’s go now,” I said starting to pull away.

“Are you sure?” he asked, letting go of me, his eyes showed so much concern for me.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Amelia told you all she knows right now so she decided to go ahead and leave.” Jonathon said.

“That’s what I figured.” I said. He opened the front door for me and I walked outside.

The air smelt clean, no smog. It was about nine o’clock in the morning. The sky was a bright blue, with a scattering of white puffy clouds, they looked like cotton balls. There was coolness to the air. I was happy I had worn the sweater.

Looking over at my mom’s house I reflexively put my hand to the key at my neck. I would always have her close to my heart. Jonathon finished shutting and locking the door. We started down the steps.

We turned right when we got off the stairs, heading towards the driveway.

Jonathon led me to the passenger door, opening it for me.

“Why thank you sir.” I said feigning disbelief.

“You’re most kindly welcome, mademoiselle.” He said with a bow. We both laughed and he closed the door. He was in the car in an instant, demonstrating his incredible speed yet again.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to how easy it is to be with Jonathon. He makes me happy, happier than any other person. I’ve smiled more and laughed more in the short time I’ve known Jonathon than I have in the past seventeen years of my life.

He pulled away insanely fast, the tires screeching. In seconds we were out on the main highway zooming along. The other cars were a blur; they looked as if they were standing still. I looked at the speedometer. We were going an alarming speed of 120mph.

“Jonathon why are you going so fast?” I squealed. The speed didn’t bother me but the thought of getting caught by the police scared me. He looked at the speedometer a smile playing across his fine features.

“Don’t worry I’ll know when to slow down. Plus, I’m a vampire we do everything fast. Well, except Amelia.”

“What about Amelia?” I asked.

“Don’t get me wrong, she can run fast and has extremely quick reflexes but when it comes to driving, well to put it nicely she drives like a grandma, slow. For example, one day we were all at the track racing, you know, top speed and Amelia well . . . Amelia, she was going approximately 10mph.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I exclaimed a giggle escaping my lips.

“Nope, the owner told her if she wasn’t going to go over 100mph she had to leave. So, she left.” He chuckled at the memory. I laughed so hard I cried. I clutched my stomach; it hurt so badly from all the laughing I was doing.