The Saving Angels Series: Books 1-3 (22 page)

“We don’t know, like I said, we couldn’t get a good look at the driver,” Mark answered.

“Are you sure it wasn’t your imagination?” I asked. “We were pretty stressed out after my mom freaked out on us.”

“Maybe, I just think we should all be a little more cautious for the next few days,” Mark answered.

“Hey, let’s change the subject. I don’t want to ruin the good mood. Why don’t we play a game?” Shawn suggested.

We agreed we didn’t want to ruin the mood, just when things seemed to be normal again. We pushed it to the side and decided to ignore it for at least the night.

I got up and turned on some music and got out our monopoly game.

The mood began to lighten up again as Sam kept us laughing at her usual antics. She took the game lightly and thought it was funny every time she landed in jail. She was generous with her money and kept giving it away. When one of us would buy a property
that was the same color as hers, she would give us hers. Shawn kept telling her she had the game backwards.

“You’re supposed to accumulate property not give it away,” he would tell her every time she gave one away. She laughed and told him that was the way she played the game.

We finally gave up on the game when Sam ran out of assets and money. I put the game away, and we lounged around chatting until my mom came up to tell us it was bedtime.

Sam and I grudgingly walked the guys down to the porch and said our goodbyes; we weren’t looking forward to the separation. I felt a little panicked that my emotional health would regress again, once Mark wasn’t with me. Sensing my unease, he gave me a searing kiss before he left.

“I will see you in the morning,” he said quietly, not bothering to mention that we probably wouldn’t see each other in our dreams tonight.

I didn’t try to hide my despair. I could control the emotions, but I was still sad over my loss.

Now that Mark was unemployed, he and Shawn were going to continue their research, trying to locate the others. Shawn had given the Boardwalk his notice; we all felt for the time being that our time should be dedicated to the search. Mark told Shawn he could crash at his house and save money that way. They planned on spending part of their morning watching the Boardwalk on the off chance that Lynn and Robert were there.

Sam and I talked long into the night. Not about the disturbing stuff, like the strange guy that might be stalking us, or the twist my dreams had taken, but about the love stuff. We joked about my talk with my mom, and Sam died laughing as I told her the trick I played on Mark. Sam then filled me in on how her walk went with Shawn.

“We talked about marriage,” she confessed.

“You did?” I asked surprised.

“After the way the separation made us feel, we decided we never want to go through that ever again. He didn’t officially ask. We just talked about it. You know how it is, we made comments like, ‘when we get married we’ll do such and such thing.’ Don’t you and Mark do the same thing?” Sam asked.

I thought about it. I did assume that we would eventually get married; we just hadn’t talked about it yet. It all seemed so sudden. It was funny to think about how fast things were moving. A week and half ago, I had no friends and no boyfriend. Now, I had the very best friend, and I had thoughts of marriage swirling around in my head. I shook my head at the irony of it all.

True to his word, Mark and Shawn were on my doorstep thirty minutes before school started the next morning. I threw myself in Mark’s arms the instant I swung the front door open. I felt no shame for my exuberant reaction when he crushed me to him. The loss of our dreams seemed more poignant this morning. We didn't even notice when Sam and Shawn gave us privacy and headed for Mark’s Navigator.

“I missed you so much,” I murmured into his neck.

“Me too,” he said, leaning in to kiss my lips one last time. I wound my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. I couldn’t tell if the ache that filled me was a normal teenager hormonal ache, or just another side effect of the loss of our dreams.

“I better drive you to school before you’re late,” he said, ending the kiss.

I sighed in disappointment.

I yelled good-bye to my mom who was already in her art studio.

The guys filled us in on their plans for the day on the short drive to school. The plan was for them to hang out at the Boardwalk for a while on the off chance that Lynn and Robert showed up. We knew it was unlikely, but we hoped they would run into the other two. After that, they planned on spending the rest of their time on the internet searching for clues on the last two.

Sam and I were envious that the guys would be doing something productive while we were stuck at school. We were tempted to skip, but knew my mom would freak if she found out. We were going to have to toe the line for awhile if we hoped to stay out of trouble.

The guys promised to be back as soon as school let out and then we would all head back to the Boardwalk before it turned dark and continue our mock stakeout.

Sam and I were both quick to notice that once again we seemed to be the center of attention. Obviously, our pizza appearance the night before had given the gossip hounds new meat to gnaw on.

“Looks like you two are quite popular this morning,” Shawn commented wryly.

“I think you should give them something to talk about,” Sam said.

“You mean like this?” I said, suddenly feeling mischievous; I looped my arms around Mark’s neck and planted my lips on his.

I meant it as a joke, but once I started kissing him, my lighthearted mood disappeared and I was lost in the kiss. After twelve hours apart, my body craved his touch. Finally, just a little breathless, I broke the kiss.

“That’ll show them,” Shawn said, chuckling. Sam joined in.

“I guess I went a little overboard,” I said, just a little bit embarrassed. God, when had I become so brave?

“It was just right,” Mark said, dropping another light kiss on my lips.

Shawn and Sam said their goodbyes. They tried to outdo our kiss, but Sam was attacked by a case of the giggles, which ruined the effect.

Sam and I were still giggling when we headed up the stairs toward our homeroom class. We found our seats and were chatting away as the room began to fill. We both felt lighthearted and were in high spirits.

“Are you feeling better?” a voice asked from behind us.

Looking up, we were surprised to see that one of the gossip hounds was actually talking to us.

“Much,” Sam replied, turning away thinking the conversation was over.

“That was a cute guy you were with last night. Have you known him long?” she asked nonchalantly.

Of course, she was only talking to us because she had seen us out with the guys. She was trying to fish for information that she could pass along to all her cronies. They were all the same; they were only interested in getting all the dirt.

“My whole life,” Sam quipped, dismissing the girl by turning back to me.

She stood behind us for a few seconds more. I could tell she was shocked that we hadn’t bowed down because she had shown us some attention. She walked off in a huff. Sam let out a snort of laughter as we watched her retreating back.

It was much the same the whole day. Everyone was suddenly interested in Sam and me. More people talked to me that day than all the other days I had been at school put together. The only one who had nothing to say was Matt, though I caught him watching me throughout the day.

The attention of all the other students got old fast and I regretted going to the pizza place the night before. For someone who preferred to fade in the background, I felt like I had a spotlight pointed at me the entire day.

Finally, the last bell of the day rang; Sam and I exchanged a look of relief. The stares had sapped all the cheerfulness out of Sam’s normal demeanor.

“I feel like I’ve been in a fish bowl the whole day,” she said, sounding annoyed.

I agreed with her. I hoped that this new popularity would wear off soon. I didn’t know how many more days I could put up with all the attention and mocking glances.

Mark and Shawn were waiting for us on the front stairs. Their day hadn’t gone the way they had planned either. They had lost track of time at the Boardwalk.

“So, we didn’t get any research done,” Mark explained to us apologetically.

“How did you lose track of time at the Boardwalk?” I asked curious.

They looked sheepish. “Um, you lose track of time when you go into the arcade and blow through fifty bucks worth of change,” Shawn muttered.

“Oh, so you get to go play games all day while were in school?” Sam said in mock anger.

They stumbled over themselves to come up with excuses. “We would have left sooner, but Shawn kept challenging me to rematches of Galaga,” Mark said, trying to defend
himself
.

We burst out laughing. “I was just kidding,” Sam said. “We don’t expect you to be working all the time.”

“What a way to sell me out though,” Shawn said, throwing a fake punch at Mark.

So the day wasn’t a complete loss, we decided to scrap our plans of heading back to the Boardwalk and go to my house instead to surf the web.

My mom came out of her studio as we all stampeded into the house.

“Is it okay if we do some research up in my sitting room?” I asked.

“Sure, I’m finishing up my project. Why don’t you guy’s grab a snack and I’ll grab a couple buckets of chicken later for dinner. I’m assuming all of you want to eat dinner together?”

“That would be great,” we all seemed to say in unison.

“But I can go get it,” Mark volunteered.

“That’s okay. I have a couple of other errands to run anyway,” she said as she headed back to her studio.

Mark and I grabbed chips and salsa while Sam and Shawn grabbed sodas for everyone. I snagged a handful of wrapped chocolates out of the dish on the counter on our way out of the kitchen. Mark smiled when he saw me pocketing the candies.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t get my candy fix at school anymore. I have to take the chocolate where I can get it,” I said.

We spent the afternoon searching the web. It was tedious work to go from one site to the next. Without knowing where the last two kids had been abandoned, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The afternoon slipped away and soon my mom called up the stairs to tell us that she was on her way out. We continued to search for a while longer and I soon got sick of following endless rabbit trails that led to nothing. I switched off the computer feeling a little frustrated.

I stood up and turned on the stereo. I cranked the volume up when I heard the new Katy Perry song playing.

Mark pulled me to my feet and took me in his arms. You couldn’t call what we were doing dancing, but more like swaying to the music. Whatever it was, it was enough for me. I loved every moment that I was in his arms. I knew that it was important that we find the others, but at times I wished we could be like any other ordinary couple. I rested my head on his shoulder as we danced to the music.

I forgot and lost all meaning of time until my phone rang.

I looked at my watch as I searched for the phone. My mom had been gone a long time, where was she? I found the phone under the Lazy Boy. It stopped ringing by the time I reached it. I checked the caller ID and saw a number I didn’t recognize. I punched the number in and waited for someone to pick up on the other end.

“Memorial Hospital how can I direct your call?” A chipper voice asked.

I felt a sinking feeling “I’m not sure, I just missed a call from this number.”

“Do you know anyone who may be at the hospital?” the voice asked.

Had something happened to my mom? “Um, can you look up the name Cindy Miller?” I asked as my heart sank.

“Hold please.”

Mark came up behind me and set his hands on my shoulders. I looked up to see Mark and Shawn standing by me while Sam turned the music down.

The voice came back on the line. “A Cindy Miller was just brought in an hour ago. She’s in the ICU.”

I thanked her and hung up the phone.

Before the emotions could attack me and incapacitate me, I held my breath and smothered them out before they could even start. I was not going to get sick when my mom needed me.

“My mom was in an accident, we need to get to the hospital now.”

Sam grabbed our purses and we all barreled down the stairs.

Mark reached for my hand as he drove. I was grateful for his touch, the breathing technique helped, but his touch kept my emotions from getting out of control. The drive was silent as the others sensed that I needed the time to think.

Mark pulled up in front of the emergency room. Sam and I jumped out while Mark and Shawn went to park the car.

I hurried toward the admissions desk.

“My mom was brought in a little while
ago,
can you tell me where I can find her?” I asked with a small quiver in my voice.

“Her name dear?”
The woman asked.