The Saving Angels Series: Books 1-3 (19 page)

He was right; we had put the others out of our minds, but they could be ignored no longer.

“Hopefully, they’re drawn to Santa Cruz also. If they are, then maybe we’ll run into them. I know it’s a long shot, but the four of us found each other, so it could happen,” Mark said.

“I know how we can try to find them,” Sam said. “We can search the internet for children that were abandoned around the dates we were abandoned. We now know their ages, so that should narrow the search down. Not to mention, that you need to talk to your dad,” she said to Mark.

“I know,” he said with a sigh. “My dad is so freaking straight laced though, that none of this seems like him at all. I’ve been trying to wrap my brain around the fact that he knows about all this since I saw Shawn’s picture yesterday. I tried calling him on his cell phone, but of course it went right to voicemail. His secretary informed me that he’s out of town for at least another three weeks or so, when I tried to call him this morning. She told me in an offhand way that he is way too busy to talk to me unless it’s an emergency, but she would pass a message along to him,” Mark said with sarcasm lacing his every word.

I reached out and grabbed his hand, hoping that whatever healing power we possessed would calm his anger and hurt.

“Well, until he gets back or calls you, we can do our own digging,” Sam said.

Once we had a game plan, the guys decided they would walk us home. Now that we were going to tell my mom, I was anxious to introduce Mark to her.

It only took us ten minutes to walk back to my house.

I felt a serious case of butterflies in my stomach as we walked up my walkway.

I wasn’t nervous; I just wanted my mom to think Mark was as great as I thought he was.

Mark grabbed my hand as we headed up the stairs of the front porch. Sam and Shawn opted to wait on the porch. They wanted to give us a little privacy as I introduced Mark to my mom.

My mom was on the couch watching a rerun episode of CSI. We were avid watchers of all the CSI shows.

She looked up when we walked in. Her smile of greeting turned to surprise when she saw that I was holding some strange guys hand.

I dragged Mark further into the living room as she stood up.

“Mom, I would like you to meet my friend, Mark. Mark, this is my mom, Cindy Miller.

My mom reached her hand out, Mark clasped it between his hands.

“I didn’t know you made any friends other than Sam this past week?” She said, obviously fishing for more information.

I decided to go for broke. It was like pulling off a band-aid, quick and fast was the only way to go.

I plunged in.

“Mark’s a year older than me,” I started.

“A year older, how did you meet? Are you still in school?” She asked, posing the last question to Mark.

Mark looked over at me. I knew what he was asking with the look. I shook my head yes. We might as well get it over with.

“I go to Krista’s school, but I’m not a student. I’m doing my graduate thesis at her school,” he said.

I took over and filled in the rest of the blanks for her. I told her how he had skipped grades growing up, and was able to graduate from college last year. I told her how our love of history had given us a common bond and that we talked about it after school one day. Then I told her that Sam and I had run into him and his friend yesterday at the Boardwalk.

“Does the Dean know your dating a student?” she asked.

I thought I detected just a touch of accusation in her voice.

“Yes, and he was not happy about it,” Mark said truthfully.

“Mrs. Miller, I know that it is unprofessional that I’m seeing your daughter. I have no excuse, except that I think she is pretty special, and I would like your permission to continue seeing her.”

“I don’t know if it’s best for Krista to date an intern where she goes to school.”

“Mom, we’re going to keep it quiet, nobody will know except Sam,” I said, starting to feel the first stirrings of doubt about telling her. What would I do if my mom wouldn’t let me see him anymore?

“I don’t think it’s a good idea Krista. He’s an adult. He goes to work every day while you’re in school. You still have years of schooling ahead of you,” she said.

“I’m sure you’re a nice young man, but Krista’s never even dated. I would prefer her first boyfriend to actually attend her school,” she said to Mark.

“I was hoping you would feel differently,” Mark said, looking disappointed.

I couldn’t believe it. This was not the way it was supposed to go. My mom was supposed to be okay with it. She was supposed to be glad that I was finally interested in someone.

“Mom, I want to see him, I love him.” The words slipped out. I wished I could take them back. I knew instantly that I had made a mistake, by the look on her face.

“Love him? You’ve only known him for a week, how can you love him?” She said angrily. “I don’t want you to see each other again.”

I was shocked.

Not see him.

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.”

“I don’t want to learn,” I said stubbornly.

I knew I sounded like a little kid who didn’t get what they wanted. I was just so mad at my mom, and that my body had betrayed me yet again. I was weaker than ever, and I was sick of that.

Sam was having none of it. “I don’t care if you don’t want to learn. I’m not giving you the choice. Now sit up!” Sam said in a demanding voice that I never heard her use before.

With a resigned sigh, I sat up and looked at her.

“Okay, it’s simple enough. You know how you briefly lose your breath when you kiss Mark? You need to copy that feeling. When your emotions start to get out of control you need to hold your breath and close your eyes. You need to deprive your emotions of the oxygen they feed on. It will go against what your instincts are telling you to do, because normally you suck air in when an attack begins. You need to train your body to do the opposite.”

It sounded simple enough and even though I said I didn’t want to learn how, I hadn’t meant it. I was anxious to get my emotions under control. I was sick of them dictating my life.

I practiced for a few minutes with Sam, but then I had to lie back down. I was exhausted from the emotional upheaval that my body had gone through in the last twenty-four hours.

I apologized to Sam as I drifted off to sleep.

The dream woke me the usual way. I was able to stifle my sobs and Sam slept on.

I headed to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind me. I turned on the shower and stepped in. As the water cascaded over me, I thought about how I was going to convince my mom that Mark was the guy for me.

Last night it seemed impossible, but with the new day, I was ready to try again. It was bad enough that we were being separated in my dreams, but I was not going to let it happen in real life.

I sat in my sitting area reading while I waited for Sam to wake up. Once we were both ready for school, we headed downstairs for round two.

My mom was already up and fixing breakfast when we walked into the kitchen.

“Mom, can we talk about it?” I said in a pleading voice.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I know you think he’s you’re dream guy, but he’s just trying to manipulate you. You’ve never dated and your still naïve when it comes to guys.”

I felt the anger and other emotions well up inside me. I tried Sam’s trick and held her breath. Smother them back, I thought. It was much harder than I thought it would be and went against every instinct I had, but miraculously it began to work.

“You’re wrong Mom, he loves me, and if you would just let us explain?” I said with a touch of anger in my voice.

“I don’t want to hear explanations. I’m the adult. I know more about the things guys do to get a pretty girl. The subject’s closed; you’re not to see him again.”

“Mom, he’s in my history class, I’ll see him in school. Please reconsider, you’re being unreasonable,” the pleading tone entered my voice again.

“Krista, I forbid you to see him; you’re grounded. I will pick you up after school, and I want your cell phone before you go to school.”

“What about Sam?”

I could not believe how she was acting. She’d never grounded me before. We had always gotten along. Why wouldn’t she see reason?

“Sam can still stay over, we already told her foster parents. Sam you don’t have to come home when I pick up Krista in the afternoons, but I would like you back at our house by at least six each night,” my mom said, addressing Sam for the last part.

I felt the anger rise in me again. “You can’t keep me away from him,” I shot at her as I turned and walked out the door.

“Yes I can,” I heard her mumble.

I waited for Sam on the front porch. I used Sam’s method to fight back the waves of emotions. It was a little harder than it had been the first time.

I thought it was because a new emotion had emerged, despair.

Sam came over and gave me a hug and a look of sympathy.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure this out and you will see him in a little while. We’ll see what ideas the guys have. It’s all going to work out.”

“I’m proud of you for controlling the emotions,” Sam added.

Sam’s words cheered me up. She was right, in a few minutes we would be at school and I would see Mark there. I decided that I would go to his class before homeroom. I no longer cared about keeping our relationship a secret anymore; I just wanted to see him.

We walked briskly to school. Sam didn’t protest the faster pace; she knew I was anxious to see Mark.

The front lawn was as crowded as ever and everyone was buzzing. I didn’t give a second thought to what had gotten them all gossiping so early in the morning. They probably found out something shocking about another student and they were busy spreading it around.

Sam and I headed right to Mark’s class.

I was disappointed to find his classroom empty. We decided to wait for him.

Sam chatted away about trivial things, trying to take my mind off the fight I had with my mom.

I appreciated her chatter; it quieted away the last lingering emotions. Despite everything that happened, I was proud of myself for fighting the emotions back, and I would be damned if I would let the emotions dictate my life ever again.

Mark was still not there as the first bell rang. His room began to fill up with his homeroom students.

“I heard he’s in the office, something about a parent complaining,” I heard a girl say to a friend as they walked in the room.

I looked at Sam. She shrugged her shoulders; neither of us knew what to think.

“Let’s head to homeroom and we’ll check back before first period since we’ll be on this end of the building anyways,” Sam said.

She was right. It would only make matters worse if my mom heard I was late to class.

We left the room and bumped into the last person I wanted to see.

“Looking for your boyfriend? I hear he’s getting the ax. Seems some parent called complaining that an intern was dating her daughter,” Matt said with an evil smile. “Could that be your mom, princess?” He added in a nasty tone.

He draped his arm across my shoulders. “Why don’t you forget about good ol’ teach and go out with me?” He said, trying to turn on the charm.

“I wouldn’t go out with you if you were the last guy on earth.” I said, jerking away from him.

His smile turned nasty again. “We’ll see about that, you’re going to get lonely without your boyfriend,” he said as he walked away.