Meant to Be (The Saving Angels 1)

Mark left my lips and found his way to my neck. I leaned my head back as his lips found the pulse in my neck.

“I hate to break-up the love fest,” a snide voice said behind us.

It took us a few moments to return from the place we had journeyed to with the kiss. Finally, we realized we were no longer alone. Mark pulled back and looked behind him. I looked over his shoulder and saw James standing in the doorway.

I should have been embarrassed that he caught us in such a compromising position, but I didn’t. Instead, I felt disappointed that we were interrupted. I knew I told my mom I wanted to wait, but that was before all of this. Besides, half the girls in my old school had already done it numerous times; I was one of the few that had waited. This was probably the last time we would ever be together and we had been interrupted.

My mind picked up Mark’s thoughts and I saw that he was disappointed also. How ironic that we had figured out how to read each other’s thoughts when it was too late.

“Get up,” James said, pointing the gun at us.

I sat forward and felt something dig into my back. The screwdriver, I had forgotten about it. I spent half a second trying to figure out how to send the signal to Mark until I realized he already knew. I felt his hand slide into the back of my pants and dip below the waistband.

“I don’t want to distract you,” James said pointing the gun at us.

By the time we were on our feet, Mark had successfully stashed the screwdriver in his pocket. His pants were baggy enough with oversized pockets, that the screwdriver was almost completely concealed.

James kept the gun pointed at my head. He was smart enough to know that Mark would not risk my life that way. We shuffled out the door and made our way down the rest of the hallway and into the lab.

Amanda was in the corner with Mark’s dad.

Mark paused, willing his dad to look our way. If he was reading our thoughts he gave no indication. I couldn’t help wondering if he would still destroy us. Hadn’t we given him what he had strived for? We had shown him we could become stronger.

He approached us as Mark and I passed our thoughts back and forth.

Focus. We have to block him out, I thought to Mark.

The connection was unlike anything I had felt before. I could feel Russo inside my head, probing my thoughts. I concentrated as hard as I could to push him out and could tell by his expression that it was working.

“Impressive, both of you. It’s a shame I can’t trust you enough to let you live. You may have indeed been useful.”

He snarled as my smile turned to dread. I guess that answered my previous thought. We were now just a liability.

“Get on the tables please. My time with you is finished,” he said waving a hand toward James as if to get his point across.

Mark made a half movement to step in front of me, but James pressed the gun to my head to stress the point that they still held the upper hand.

Mark looked indecisive.

Should we try to fight? His thoughts flashed in my mind as he ran the scenario through his head. He was strong, but there were just too many of them.

“Don’t even think about it, I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in her head,” James said as if he understood what Mark was contemplating.

Mark approached the table and looked back at me. It seemed crazy to give up without a fight, but he could not bear watching James carry out his threat.

I looked at Mark and could see his body tensing as his thoughts filtered through my mind. I knew he was ready to make his move when a grim smile flashed across his face.

If we were wrong we would be shot, but if we didn’t fight, we would die anyway, Mark’s thoughts hit my mind.

I simply nodded my head slightly in agreement as Mark palmed the screwdriver that was hidden in his pocket.

My own body tensed waiting for Mark’s signal.

When I move, run. I can take them on if I don’t have to worry about them harming you. You are more delicate than me. Just run! Mark’s thoughts filtered through my head.

I trained my eyes on Mark, waiting for him to make the first move.

In one swift movement Mark plunged the screwdriver into James’s leg, dropping him to his knees. Mark did not pause. He took his fist and rocked James on the head, sending him falling backwards to the floor.