Reluctant Guardian (19 page)

And Brecken is beautiful.

I've never seen him like this in broad daylight—his chest, muscles sculpted like a Grecian statue, his dark hair, glistening with streaks of auburn in the dense summer sun.

I take a place on the sidelines and watch him stretch out with his team. Their goalie leads them around the cemetery in a brisk jog. After a couple of laps, the coach waves them in. They divide into two teams. Skins and shirts.

Lacrosse seems like a game I would have enjoyed... with a body. It's fast paced, intense and full of constant action. Then an idea blossoms in my mind and a smile grows on my face. I close my eyes and re-appear beside Brecken.

“Hey,” I say, floating next to him. A sheen of sweat dots his brow, but he isn't out of breath. He also doesn't answer me. I crouch next to him as though I am about to run the next play, which I am.

He whispers, “Go away!”

“No way. I'm gonna to help you get a goal.” I don't know a lot about lacrosse, but I saw a couple of games at my old high school. How hard can it be?

The play begins with two guys in a face-off. The skins win the ball and it flies from stick to stick. Brecken guards the goalie, helping to protect him and the goal. A guy on the other team catches the ball and searches for a teammate. I sidle up next to him. “Pass it to the kid by Brecken,” I whisper.

A frown creases the boy's brow, but he throws the ball to the appointed player. It passes in front of Brecken, who intercepts it with lightning speed, tearing off toward the other side of the field. He throws the ball to a teammate, who scores a goal. Cheers erupt and I dance over the field, monumentally proud of myself.

“I told him to do that,” I call out as Brecken runs past me, back toward his goal.

“What?” he says, almost stopping.

“Nothin' man,” a teammate answers. “Get over by Dodson and we'll run that play again!”

“Okay.” Brecken ignores me.

I stay beside him, trying to influence one player after another. Not all of them listen, but most do, and by the end of practice, Brecken has made four goals. His team has eleven points all together. The shirts can't keep up. I giggle with glee the whole way home. “That was so fun!”

“You didn't do all that.” He faces forward, his expression grim.

“Most of it. All I had to do was whisper in their ears and they obeyed. It was fantastic.”

His frown deepens and he grips the steering wheel tighter. “That isn't right. You shouldn't do that.”

“Why not? It's why I'm here,” I say, returning Brecken's frown. “That's what guardian's do. Influence. I'm one of the good guys. Geez.”

He glances at me, his eyes squinting. “Do you even know who the bad guys are, Alisa?”

I ponder his question. “What do you mean? Bad guys are murderers, rapist, and child molesters. Yeah. I know who the bad guys are.” I can't help but think of Mr. Roland or his tortured expression as he reached for me in Soul Prison.

“That's not what I'm talking about.”

“Then what
are
you talking about?” I don't understand why he's trying to ruin my good mood. I'm not ready to argue again. I want to go back to the fun, happy, romantic Brecken.

“There are bad guys out there that are spirits like you... or something.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “There are no bad guys like me. If they're truly evil, they're in Soul Prison.”

He shakes his head. “You don't get it. There are other... beings out there. Bad ones.” He glances at me again, his expression wary. “Don't tell me you haven't seen them.”

Uh, no. I haven't. There are evil spirits around? Doing what? Doing what guardians do but in reverse? Trying to get people into trouble? I'm not sure I believe that. Then I remember the ghostly beings that had swirled around Jill and the lady in red. But those weren't real spirits, actual people, like me. They were more like slithery demons.

“I haven't seen any spirits like me... who are bad,” I say hesitantly. I don't want to scare Brecken into thinking bad things might be lurking. He has enough problems as it is. “Bad spirits are held prisoner. They don't get to come here. I've seen it myself.”

His snort tells me he can't believe I'm so naïve, and I don't correct him. “Hey, I'm just telling you how it is,” he says. “I've seen them. They're around.” He pulls into his driveway and gets out without saying another word.

I follow, sullen and thinking.

He throws his bag by the door and rummages for food in the kitchen, finding crackers and cheese-wiz. He sits on the couch and flips on the TV. I think about what he said, and about what I've seen, but he can't be right. Spirits would be aware of each other. Wouldn't I know if there was an evil minion trying to influence my charge? “So do you see evil ghosts? And if so, how often?” I sit down on the couch beside him.

“Not as much as I see
you,”
he says, teasing and crunching loudly on a cracker.

“Very funny.”

“Well,” he begins. “They're more like shadows. They're dark. They don't glow like you, and they don't ever talk. They just watch me.”

I ponder this. They sound just like the strange spirits I saw in the basement of that old house. They hadn't spoken either. They were just kind of there, seeming to silently suck the life force out of their host. “It doesn't make sense,” I say finally. “Who are they, and what do they want?”

He glances at me, still chewing, and shakes his head. “I don't know.”

 

~Life Isn't Fair~

Alisa

 

The fact that Brecken is seeing other weird beings throws me for a loop. Totally confused, I know I need outside help with this one. Taking a mental breath, I close my eyes and picture Raphael's glowing face. A moment later, I stand outside his office door. The quick trip between worlds leaves me dizzy and for a moment, I rest against the wall. Then, before I lose my nerve, I rap on the wooden door three times.

Raphael greets me with a smile and a hug. “Alisa! How good to see you! How is everything?”

As if he doesn't know. “Fine.”

“Good, good. Have a seat.” He walks around his desk and sits in his chair, facing me. “So, you have some questions?”

I have tons of questions. And I decide to get one off my mind that's been there since I saw my brother at that old house. “Yeah. First off, why doesn't my brother, Derek, have a guardian? Or anyone else in my family, for that matter? Aren't they just as important as Brecken? Isn't everyone? Why haven't I seen any other guardians since I've been on earth?” I stare him down, daring him to say my family doesn't matter.

“Ah. Right to the point as always. How shall I explain?” he says mostly to himself as he steeples his fingers. “Everyone is watched over. Everyone. No one is left out... until they are past feeling. Past hearing. Too closed.”

“My brother is not closed!”

“I never said he was. Let me finish, Alisa,” he says with a sigh. “Your job is different than a guardian angel's. You are in the processes of paying back a debt. You don't get to fraternize with other guardians, nor do you get to see other guardian angels. You have to do this on your own, like penitence. Understand?”

I nod slowly, starting to see the picture, but it isn't clear yet.

“Since you are in the general area, we thought we'd let you help watch over your family a bit. I knew you'd want see them, and honestly, I don't see the harm in it, which is why I'm allowing it.”

So visiting family isn't something everyone gets to do. Suddenly my heart warms toward Raphael just a bit more. “Thank you.”

“As far as your brother goes,” he continues. “We are aware of his situation, but there are valuable lessons for him to learn. If he doesn't respond to our influence, there isn't much we can do. He'll have to learn the hard way.”

I don't want Derek to learn the hard way. He deserves to have a wonderful, happy life with as little stress as possible.

Raphael seems to read my mind. “You can't force people to listen, Alisa. Haven't you noticed?”

A sarcastic chuckle escapes my mouth and I sit back, my arms crossed over my chest. “Nope. Haven't noticed that.”

“Any other questions?” he asks with compassion.

Letting out a long breath, I sit back up, facing Raphael fully. “Yes. Brecken says he sees... dark spirits. They don't talk to him or anything, but now I've seen them too. What are they?
Who
are they, and what do they want?”

“Hmm,” he says, flicking invisible dust from his desk. “I'd hoped we wouldn't have to have this conversation, but our luck hasn't held out.” He glances at me, his mouth drawn, his eyes sad. “But you should know since they
are
showing themselves.” He stops speaking for a moment and swivels in his chair to stare at the wall. “They are damned souls, Alisa. Souls that have never been born and never will be. They have been cursed to roam the earth forever because of the evilness of their hearts—because of evil choices they made long ago.” He turns and watches me with no emotion marring his expression, waiting.

Damned souls? Cursed? Evil choices? “But who are they?”

Raphael shakes his head slowly. “It doesn't matter. You have more influence than they do—more than they could ever dream of—because of the goodness inside you.”

“But they
can
influence people?” I ask to clarify.

He nods. “At times, yes. At other times, fully. They can possess the bodies they cling to if their host is weak.”

“But why? What do they want?” This is a whole new world of information I have to sift through. It's confusing, and I don't like surprises. I don't like learning there is an enemy team I have to fight against.

With a heavy sigh, he explains further. “They made a pact of sorts, eons ago, so they could experience the physical world. They acquire souls in trade for... well, the body.”

“Acquire souls? Like steal them or something? Who would make a pact like that? Not God.” I don't want to believe in a god who would promise someone's body to an evil being.

Raphael chuckles. “No. Of course not. Someone else. Just do your job and worry about Brecken.”

“So they possess bodies?” My mind automatically goes to all the horror movies I've ever seen, like
Exorcism
or
Twilight Zone.
I don't want something like that to be real. It feels unsafe, making all humans vulnerable and defenseless.

“In a manner of speaking, but not like you're thinking.” He sighs and leans back in his chair. “It's not something you need to worry about right now as you aren't a guardian angel. These are things guardian angels deal with. You only have to accomplish your one assigned task, and then someone else will be permanently assigned to Brecken if there's a need.”

I hadn't thought of anyone else guarding Brecken. I know I'm not an actual guardian angel, but the thought of someone else taking over for me leaves me aching and speechless. Then Raphael's last words filter through my mind. “Wait. If there's a need? What's that supposed to mean?”

For a moment, Raphael's mouth sags, his brow furrowing, as though he is reluctant to admit he's made a mistake in saying anything at all. I can tell he doesn't want to answer, so I quickly reach over the desk and grab his hand. Flashes of light, scenes of Brecken's life, explode in my mind, painful and overwhelming.

I push away, gaping at Raphael. “What was that?” I lean against his desk, my chest tight.

“You shouldn't have done that, Alisa.” He stares right back, his jaw clenching. “It's not for you to see.”

“You can see the future? Do you already know what's going to happen to Brecken? To... me?”

“It's not like that. Nothing is set in stone. What you saw,” he says with a sigh, “is what will happen if circumstances don't change.”

I back away toward the door, never taking my eyes from his face, shaking my head. “You're the only one who knows all the rules, aren't you? There's no such thing as free will. No one really gets to choose, do they? It's all just a game.”

“Alisa, no. That's not how it is.”

“I don't believe you.” All I can see is the heart-wrenching image of Brecken lying on the ground. Broken, bloody... and dead.

 

~Procrastinating~

Brecken

 

Alisa is gone, but she hasn't actually run away this time. Brecken isn't sure what she is up to, but it's the perfect moment to call Jill. He still cares about her even though his feelings have changed, and he doesn't want to end their relationship cold turkey. Not having her in his life would be strange and lonely, but he can't in good conscience date her any longer.

He doesn't know what the future holds with Alisa, but he can't keep stringing Jill along, letting her think they are a couple when they aren't. Even if Alisa never comes back, he just doesn't have those feelings for Jill anymore.

He picks up the phone.

Jill's voice, smooth and sweet, like warm lemon taffy, soon answers. His heart warms at the smile he hears in her words.

“Hey, Breck. I hated not being with you at all this weekend.”

He sighs, not knowing how to continue the conversation without it ending in a huge argument. “Yeah. Me too. You always cheer me up.” His comment sounds selfish to him. Has he only kept her around because she makes him feel good? “I wanted to talk to you about something, but not over the phone.” This was going to be hard. How can he break up with her when she cares so much about him? Maybe he should wait longer. It's not like he's in a hurry. It's not like his relationship with Alisa will evolve that much in the next day or two.

He'll take his time. Next weekend would be better for a breakup.

“Hmm. That doesn't sound good, Brecky. You sound so serious. What's wrong?” she asks, a pout in her voice.

“Nothing. It's just something we need to talk over, you know?”

“Is this about your medication? Because it doesn't bother me. I know you're taking those pills again. I saw them on your dresser. You know I'll stand by your side no matter what. I don't care what anyone says about you, baby.”