Rayline. There was a warmth that surrounded me as my mind struggled to figure out what was going on. It was dark. I could barely see. But as the light slowly increased, I could make out the outline of the face above me. It took a while for my vision to clear, but when it did, I could see that it was Cole. He was holding me. My head was pressed up against his chest as he carried me, stepping over large branches and rocks along the way. "Wh-what? What happened..." Before I could finish asking, a voice called out to me. "Ray!" I heard Darren's voice calling in the distance and when I looked out I saw that Cole had carried me back to Taylor's house and Darren was running over to me. "Where the hell are you going?" I could see the worry on his face and he looked at me and Cole as he helped me stand up. I grabbed his shoulder as I struggled to come back to reality, and he held out his hand to make sure I was steady. "She's had too much to drink," he said curtly as he handed me to Darren
Rayline. I entered the lecture hall and rubbed my eyes as I made my way to my desk. I wasn't sure why I was so tired. After all, I was just doing my homework and relaxing because I wasn't allowed to leave the house due to the party incident earlier that night. Maybe it was because my mind was still running a mile a minute no matter how hard I tried. I plopped down in the chair and leaned over the table, resting my chin on my arm as a pillow. I only opened my eyes when I heard someone sitting next to me. I was expecting to see Taylor greeting me with a smile, but instead, it was Cole, and I quickly stood up to straighten up my sitting position. "Hey," he said as he pulled out a notebook. "Uh... Hi," I looked at him strangely. "What?" He raised his eyebrows and I blinked a few times. "Nothing, I just didn't expect you to sit next to me." I then reached into my bag and pulled out my own notebook, and he hummed quietly in response. I began to fiddle with my pencil. Why the hell did
Rayline. Neither of us spoke for a minute until I finally sat down. "So," I said, and he blinked as he clapped his hands together, "I've been doing a little research on the stories of angels, their attributes, and so on." I pulled my laptop and notebook out of my bag. "Me too." He took out his textbook as well. "Good, now we just need to discuss more about demons," I said as I typed on my laptop and started to concentrate. "Okay, I've already highlighted this chapter." He opened the book to the right page and ran his finger along the words. I leaned over to read along, not realizing that my face was hovering next to his. He swallowed slightly uncomfortably and turned the page. "I... um." I turned to him, waiting for what he was going to say. "It says here about their powers and stuff." He pointed to a section and I began to read the notes aloud. "Superhuman strength, speed, intelligence..." I continued reading. "Shapeshifting?" I said, tilting my head towards him. "I didn't know
Rayline. I glanced down at the notebook to see the notes I had scribbled : Hazel = fear, anxiety — Green = envy/ jealousy? Orange = annoyance — Red = lust, anger Pink = ? — Yellow = happy? Blue = sadness. Silver =? Healing? Speed? Strength? I immediately slammed the notebook down and put my hand on it. At the same time, I closed my textbook, which was still open on the chapter about mythical creatures, and pushed all my notes aside as a wave of panic spread through my body. "Wh-what-what, it's just something for another class." I did my best to sound convincing, but when I raised my eyes to look at him, he was still frozen. When his eyes finally lifted to look at me, I could see a flash of hazel behind the contact lenses, fear. "I... um, I have to go." He quickly went back to his things, grabbed everything, and put it in his bag. "Wait, where are you going?" I asked frantically. "I-I have to go home...sorry." He slung his bag over his shoulder. "W-wait, um..." He stopped and
Rayline. I look around my room to see my clean bath towel and quickly grab it before returning to his side to apply pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding and another curse word comes out of his mouth. "Cole, we should call an ambulance, you're bleeding too much," I said, but he flicked his hand at my wrist while shaking his head frantically. "No! Don't call them," he whined. "I can't - I can't go to the hospital." His eyes met mine, a flicker of hazel flashing across them, and I sighed as my mind began to connect the dots as to why. "All right..." I said, and he let out a sigh of relief before pulling his hand back. "Stay here and try not to make too much noise or my parents will wake up." He nodded and I stood up. I don't know why I felt the need to protect him, but right now he looked so helpless, so desperate, that if the only thing I could do was tend to his wounds, I would. I quietly opened the door, poked my head into the hallway before stepping out, then closed it behi
Rayline. "Ray?" I heard a call, followed by a loud bang that made me jump. I heard it again - the voice was coming from behind my door. "Ray, why is your bedroom door locked?" I heard the doorknob being turned repeatedly and jumped to my feet. As I ran to the door, I saw Cole get up as well and look around before rubbing his eyes. "Sorry Mom, I'm not dressed yet." "All right, can you get the door?" "N-no, I'm still not dressed." I looked at Cole, who also looked worried, and there was a hint of hazel in his eyes. "Okay, but dinner's ready." "All right, I'll see you in a minute." "Okay." I waited until I heard her footsteps disappear down the stairs to breathe a sigh of relief, but then I saw the naked young man on my bed and I panicked again. I looked down at the floor and the medical supplies. Everything on the floor was covered in blood, towels, and his torn clothes. Then I rushed to the mirror, only to find his blood covering my hands and arms, stains on my pajamas, and even
Rayline.I quickly ran across the hall to the bathroom, opened the sink, and grabbed a pair of gloves along with a bucket, sponge, and disinfecting wipes. When I returned with everything in hand, Cole was on the phone."Yeah, I'm sorry... No, I'm fine. I'm sorry for worrying you..." I made sure to lock the door again and put all the cleaning supplies on the floor. "I'll be home soon, I promise... Okay, I love you." He hung up and put the phone down, watching me as I tied up my hair. "That's my mom.""Ahh," I nodded. "Is she worried?""Yes. She's afraid I won't come home.""Well, that's understandable," I said as I knelt down and started piling the blood-stained towels next to his torn clothes. Then I reached over and grabbed his jacket, and when I lifted it, I saw there was a hole in the back, two large cuts down the middle. But he had no injuries on his back. I took the cloth and ran my fingers along the holes."Are you trying to find out?" His voice sounded low and I jumped slightly,
Rayline.I didn't remember Cole ever saying he had siblings, but I didn't remember him ever saying he didn't have siblings either."Please, I know he's here," he pleads, his voice full of concern that makes my eyes soften. Something in my heart told me he was telling the truth."He's in my room," I replied, but didn't move."Can I see him?"I looked him up and down for a few moments, then nodded and stepped aside to let him in. I closed the door behind me and started to lead him into my room, hesitating for a moment before pushing the door open. Cole was still sitting on the bed, but when he saw the door, he immediately stood up."Brother?" His eyes widened with a flash of hazel color, and with that, Chase stepped onto the bed and took a deep breath before pulling himself away from him."What's wrong with you?" he yelled loudly, and Cole's jaw clenched. "Do you have any idea how stressed out Mom is? She has to hear from Taylor that her son is missing!" then I saw a flash of blue in his