Meant to Be (The Saving Angels 1)

I had always been in tune with other people’s emotions and could always sense when someone was lying. I could tell Shawn was hiding something. I looked at Sam and could tell she knew he was lying also.

I was just about to confront him when I heard a car horn beep. Everyone on the front lawn turned to look. Parents normally didn’t honk.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered, “She is literally killing me.”

Sam stifled a laugh.

“You have to go; Mark said he will call you later.”

“He can’t, my mom confiscated my phone,” I said desperately.

“He’ll call you on Sam’s phone. I have to go now anyway, our plane leaves in a couple of hours, I love you,” he said to Sam as he pulled her into his arms for one last kiss.

I walked away to give them a chance to say goodbye and climbed into the car without a word to my mom. Sam caught up to me and slid in the backseat beside me. My mom didn’t question my silent treatment. Sam, feeling uncomfortable, was unusually silent.

After dinner, Shawn called Sam on her cell. I sat on my bed and let Sam use the sitting room so she could have a little privacy. After a while, she brought me the phone and quietly walked out of the room.

The moment I heard his voice, I began to cry. “It’s going to be okay, we will work it out,” Mark told me, trying to calm my tears.

“I know. I just miss you so much. I don’t like being separated from you for twenty four minutes, let alone twenty four hours. My heart feels so empty with you gone,” I told him.

“I know, it’s the same for me. The separation is messing with me also. We’ve discovered it affects our bodies’ quite strangely.”

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“I’ll explain when I get home.”

“I’m not going to let my mom keep us apart,” I told him. “I can’t handle the separation. Either she lets me see you, or I’m going to tell her I’m moving out. My birthday is in a few weeks and I will be eighteen.” >My mom was crazy.

How could she think that we wouldn’t see each other?

I became desperate. “Mom, he’s the boy in my dreams,” I blurted out.

“The boy of your dreams, what did you do, tell him about your dreams and he said he was the guy? Krista, it’s a line. Of course he’s going to tell you that he’s the boy of your dreams.”

I was in tears. “That’s not true, he has the same dream as me,” I said sobbing.

Mark made a move to comfort me, but my mom blocked him off.

“I think its best that you leave.”

Mark tried to protest. “Mrs. Miller, if you would just give us a chance to explain. We’ll tell you everything.”

“I don’t want to hear your explanations, you preyed on my daughter’s sensitivity, and you exploited her dreams. You need to leave!”

I tried to protest through my tears, but it was too late. My stupid emotions had taken over. I rushed to the bathroom as my mom escorted the love of my life out the front door.

I was weaker than ever after my bout of sickness and was ashamed at the way my mom had treated Mark. I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to forgive her. I walked slowly to my bed and collapsed on it.

“Oh Krista, what happened?” Sam asked as she entered my room.

“She said we couldn’t see each other,” I said in a dead voice.

“Why?” Sam asked bewildered.

“Because, he’s finished with high school.”

“Krista, I know your upset, but we have to control it. I can’t explain it, but I feel your body is getting weaker. You have to learn how to control it. I’m going to show you how.”