His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One

by Kimberly Blalock

  “No,” is all I can say. “Evan I’m so sorry!” She grabs me into a tearful hug. “She loves you so much Evan. She has to be ok. She can’t leave us.” I’m so grateful that Abby has a loyal friend in Amy.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Evan

  “The food in this place sucks. I brought you something that at least smells appealing.” Amy laughs.

  “Thanks.” She hands me the tray of food. I set it down on the table next to my chair.

  “Evan you seriously need to eat. I know this sounds lame, but you need to keep your strength up for her. Actually, now that I think about it I don’t think I’ve seen you eat anything other than vending machine food for two weeks. When she wakes up she’s going to need you. Well, she’s going to need everyone there and we need be strong for her. Especially when we tell her about the baa-…you know, when we tell her.”

  “Damn it Amy, watch your fucking mouth!” I swear this girl doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just don’t want that to be the first thing she hears and I know that you don’t mean anything. I’m just…” I don’t mean to yell at her I just don’t want Abby hearing all the bad stuff right after she wakes up.

  “I get it, it’s cool.” She sighs. “Evan? Do you think she will ever…?” she whispers.

  “Damn it Amy! Hell yes she’s going to wake up.” Really? Is she seriously bringing this negative shit here?

  “Sorry, sorry. I just…We have been sitting here for two weeks and there hasn’t been any change. I’m fucking scared too, Evan. She’s my best friend. My soul sister. There isn’t anyone like her anywhere in this world and I can’t imagine my life without her in it. I love her and I just can’t believe this shit. And fuck Evan, I’m only human.” All of the emotion, everything she has been holding onto erupts. I get that. I have been hanging onto some heavy shit myself.

  “Yeah.” I sigh, leaning forward into my chair watching Abby.

  Her color is coming back. There are three or four, hell maybe even five, different doctors in and out of here day and night. She hasn’t woken up yet and I am grateful that her mom and dad used to work here. They have a lot of friends here and they are definitely putting forth the extra effort, but it doesn’t seem to be helping. As much as I hope and try to stay positive I’m scared that she never will wake up.

  Abby’s dad left a magazine in the hospital room and since I’m running out of shit to read I decide what the hell. I flip each page, not really paying any attention to the paragraphs that fill the pages. I’m really just trying to keep my hands busy, if I’m honest. Until I find the dog-eared page that Alfred had apparently been reading.

  The article talks about a young guy about eighteen years old. He had gotten into an accident on an ATV and was in a coma for three years until one day he just woke up. I don’t want to sound like a pussy, but the fact is, I’m freaking out about this.

  The doctor told us that she may not even remember who she is when she does wake up and that scares the shit out of me too. If she doesn’t remember who she is, how will she remember me? The thought of that is eating a hole in my stomach. Guilt may be a contributing factor to that as well since I imagine that if she doesn’t remember what Monica told her about my father, then she won’t hate me. I quickly dismiss the thought, but that will definitely be another obstacle we will have to overcome when she wakes up.

  “Hey, has there been any change?” Alison asks, placing her hand on my shoulder.

  Abby’s parents have been here since the accident, only leaving her side to shower and sleep some. I sit up in the uncomfortable chair to acknowledge her.

  “No, but her color seems better,” I answer.

  “Hey, why don’t you two get some rest and a shower Evan? We will stay right here and we will call the second there is any change.” Alison has said this every day for two weeks, but I refuse to leave Abby’s side.

  That is something else I read in that magazine. The guy’s family left him and had essentially given up on him waking up. He woke up by himself and he was scared and all alone. Abby will not be alone when she wakes up. Not no, but hell no.

  Michael has been bringing me clean clothes every day and I have showered a couple of times in the bathroom in Abby’s room, but I refuse to leave here until I know she’s going to be ok, end of.

  “Seriously Evan you need to get some rest.” Alison is such a good mom.

  I imagine my mother would be caring like she is. She has treated me so kind during these two weeks. “No, I’m good. Any rest I need I get right here holding her hand. If she wakes up and I’m not here…I’m not leaving her.” I stare at Abby as I speak to Alison.

  Alfred pulls a chair next to mine. He’s a quiet and reserved man, but the love he has for his daughter is overwhelming. I see the love in his eyes and I admire the father that he is.

  “Evan, I want to thank you for being the man that my baby girl deserves. You are both very lucky to have one another. Relationships can go a lifetime and never have these kinds of obstacles. You are proving yourself as a man and I want you to know I respect the hell out of you son. You are a part of our family now, you will always have a place in our hearts.” He leans forward with his elbows on his knees resting his head on his hands.

  “I can’t imagine my life without her in it Evan. I have been so hard on her. I expected that she would follow in her sister’s footsteps and now I know how selfish and unfair of me that truly is. Do you think she will ever forgive me?” I sit there with this powerful man that openly cries for his little girl. Alison approaches Alfred, reaching for his hand as she also cries.

  I can’t imagine these kind people losing another child. God please let us keep her. “I happen to know that she loves you both very much. And you can never do anything to change that.” I know there isn’t anything more important to Abby than her family and they need to know that too.

  “Thank you son.” Alfred pats me on my shoulder.

  “Aw Amy fell asleep, bless her heart. I’m going to get her a blanket, I’ll be right back,” Alison whispers as she exits the room.

  “My baby girl…She doesn’t even look like herself. Do we know who could have done this?” Alfred asks.

  I shake my head. I know a lot of shit, but I don’t know this. I have my suspicions, but nothing I can prove to a jury. Of course the only jury that I need to prove guilt to is the motherfucking jury in my holster, end of. Whoever it is that hit her tried to take my girl and took my baby. No forgiveness will be given. I will willingly open the door for the demons that I keep at bay. God help us all. I clench my fist.

  “Well maybe the police will come up with something soon,” he says with a blank expression. “Yeah,” I agree.

  “Alfred, Hollister is down the hall. He would like to come in and see Abigale in a few minutes. That’s alright with you isn’t it dear?” Alison announces, asking for my approval at the same time.

  Who the fuck is Hollister? I nod my head, not wanting to seem too eager to kill any man that wants to be within ten feet of Abby.

  I stand from the chair that I have been sitting in for the last six hours to stretch my legs. I need to take a piss, but I’m getting really good at keeping the bathroom breaks to a maximum amount of three a day; Morning, noon, and night. If I leave her side it is for a damn good reason. I’m here for the long haul.

  I stretch my legs and move my chair, standing over Abby. I gently caress her cheek. Her skin is cold and unlike her normal warm temperature. I lean down, kissing her cheek. I miss her kiss, her touch, her feisty attitude, her kindness, and the way she loves. I miss everything. “I love you baby, I’m right here. I’ll always be right here,” I whisper into her ear.

  “Hollister, how are you?” Alison speaks to the man entering the room. Who the fuck is this pretty boy? He’s going a little overboard in the looks department. I have him on the build and really the looks too, but I don’t want to be a total ass. I grin.

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t get here
before now. I have been out of town. I’m so sorry Alison, Alfred. I had no idea that Abby had been hurt. What the heck happened?” he asks.

  Why the hell is he calling her Abby? That’s usually something people only call her after she had suggested it. I don’t know this guy and I have seen most people she knows at least once during the two-year period I was on Marco’s case, but I don’t remember this guy.

  “Hollister, how’s it going? I’m Evan, Abby’s boyfriend.” I mark my territory, putting out my hand to shake his. Now he will know she’s mine and back the fuck off. I got a bad feeling about this dude.

  “Nice to meet you.” He stares me down as he shakes my hand. Ok, so now he’s trying to mark his territory. I laugh to myself. I don’t think so bro.

  “How long have you known Abby?” I ask, trying to figure out why I don’t know who he is.

  “We met a month or so ago when we had dinner together.” His answer doesn’t fly with me. He had dinner with Abby? Why the fuck don’t I know this?

  “Yes, when Abby was in Colorado, Hollister and his girlfriend came to the house and had dinner, the night before the gala,” Alfred speaks.

  Ok that makes sense, I wouldn’t have known about that because I wasn’t there and when I did see Abby we were too busy making up for lost time to talk about some random nobody. I smile at the memory of Abby that night.

  I back up to move my chair in its usual place and take Abby’s hand once I sit down. Hollister walks to the opposite side of the bed looking down at Abby. He takes her left hand in his.

  “Back off bro.” I jump from my chair. I’m working on pure instinct. This idiot isn’t going to put his hands on my angel. Not no, but hell NO!

  “What’s your problem? Loosen up Evan.” He knows what he’s doing.

  He wants her, of course he does, because everyone does. Men have always tripped on their own feet to get a glance her way. She never sees it though. That’s one of the things that makes her so special, she doesn’t need that reassurance. She isn’t confident, but she always holds herself like a lady and that’s what makes her sexy. And that’s what vultures look for.

  “I prefer you don’t touch her,” I say with a dark warning in my voice, a warning he better listen to.

  He places her hand on the bed and backs off. Yeah that’s what I thought cause trust me bro, you don’t want this.

  “Hollister why don’t we step into the hallway?” Alison offers. One thing I have learned about Alison Hayes is she’s great at diffusing a situation.

  “Yes, it’s getting late and I have some things to take care of. Alfred, Evan.” He shakes Alfred’s hand and then follows Alison out of the room.

  “You don’t like him, huh?” Alfred laughs as he pats my back. “Oh Evan, I remember a younger less grey version of myself having a pissing contest with a young medical student that had his eye on Alison. Well the fact is, everyone had their eye on her. Needless to say, I had a lot of physical confrontations in my early years. Oh the good ole days. Like mother like daughter. Piss away son.” He laughs.

  “Speaking of that, I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” I announce with a smile on my face. I wish my father was like him. Such a good man and I’m so lucky to know him.

  “Evan! Hurry!” I hear Alison screaming from the other side of the bathroom door. I have only been gone for thirty fucking seconds, shit. I zip my jeans and swing open the door.

  “What’s wrong?” I say with a low protective growl coming from the back of my throat.

  Alison doesn’t answer she just stares at Abby. My face meets Abby’s to find her eyes are open. My heart slams into my chest and stops, no warning, it just stops. I take a breath when I feel it beat again. I run to her side.

  “You’re awake baby. Are you in pain?” Her eyes hold pain. The doctors said she would probably have pain. I lean back to give her some space. I know I’m going to pay for my father’s sins, but right now I will be here for her.

  “Abigale, baby it’s mommy. Do you know where you are? Alfred get the doctors in here now!” Alison speaks.

  Abby doesn’t answer, she searches our faces, she doesn’t know us. Damn it.

  “Abby do you know who we are?” I ask. She still doesn’t answer.

  “Water?” That is the only word she says.

  “Of course baby girl!” Alison quickly runs out of the room getting some water for Abby. Two minutes later the doctors and nurses pile into the once quiet room to assess Abby.

  “Where is Marco? Momma where is he?” The fear in her eyes tears my fucking heart out. She doesn’t remember me. I want to fall to my knees, to throw-up, to fucking kill someone and Marco is first on my list. I will kill him, if he comes anywhere near her I will blow his fucking head off. No, I will wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze as I watch the life drain out of his eyes.

  “Baby girl.” Alison holds Abby’s hand as she looks to me mouthing ‘I’m sorry’.

  “Why am I in a hospital?” Silence. “Please tell me what happened?” Abby’s voice is weak and scratchy. She had been intubated until a few days ago. The doctors said that she was able to breathe on her own and apparently the longer someone is on a vent the more difficult it becomes to be weaned from it. They wanted Abby to have the best chance if she were to wake up.

  “Abby, honey, what is the last thing you remember?”

  Abby glances to everyone in the room. She’s scared and I want to take the fear from her, but I know that if I go to her any more than I already have, her fear will be in full force and I know it is just a matter of time before the panic attacks kick in. I fucking hate it when she gets one of those because there is nothing I can do. I can talk to her and calm her down, but the accident left her broken.

  “Marco…We were…somewhere, I don’t remember.”

  “What year is it Abigale?”

  “Umm, 2013. May 2013.” Abby stiffens in the hospital bed as everyone looks to each other.

  “Abby, I am Dr. Massinger. I’m a neurologist. I am going to ask you a few questions and give you an exam. Ok?” The doctor gives Abby time to respond. I like him; He’s gentle with her. She’s so precious and fragile, she just needs time and everything will come back. It has to. It fucking has to.

  “Mom I’m really scared, please tell me what happened.”

  “Tell her or she’s going to have a panic attack.” That shit makes me more nervous than it does Abby, but I have seen what they do to her and I hate it.

  “Who are you?” she whispers. I’m a grown-ass man and she’s bringing me to tears.

  “I’m Evan. Evan Young. Do you remember me at all?” I beg.

  She only shakes her head and looks to Alison. Alfred stands next to me and places a hand on my shoulder for support.

  Alison and Dr. Massinger look to each other in a silent conversation, each nodding their head.

  “Abigale, honey the year is 2014 and its August. You were in an accident.” Alison leans down to Abby’s eye level before continuing. “There was an accident baby girl. A car hit you as you crossed the street and you have been in a coma for two weeks.”

  Abby’s hand touches her head where she received the brunt of her injury and then to her arm where a cast holds it in place.

  “Where is Marco? I want to know if he’s ok right this minute. Is he hurt? What aren’t you telling me?”

  Alison and Alfred look to each other, confused as to what they should and shouldn’t say to Abby.

  “Honey Marco moved back to Brazil in March. You have been with Evan since June.”

  Abby looks at me in complete confusion. She has no idea who I am. That kills me. My whole world is coming down and there isn’t a fucking thing I can do about it.

  “I want to call Marco right now!” Abby screams and then grabs her head from the pain the yelling is causing.

  “Abby let’s talk a minute then we will help you to make that phone call, how about that?” Dr. Massinger knows how to calm her down. I have to give it to the doc; he knows hi
s stuff.

  She doesn’t speak she only nods her head.

  “Can I ask all parties to leave Abby and I for a few moments? Abby would that be alright?”

  She looks to her mom and nods her head again agreeing to the doctor’s request.

  Alison and Alfred walk out of the room. Amy, who hasn’t said anything the whole time, follows me and I’m pretty sure she’s in total shock. From what I have figured out, Abby is pretty much the only family Amy has. She has family, but they are never around and Abby and Amy depend on each other a great deal.

  As we walk down the hall Dom turns the corner and stops walking as he processes Amy’s demeanor. Amy runs to him and he holds her in his arms. I’m so fucking envious of that right about now.

  “Will she ever remember me?” I collapse in the chair of the waiting room.

  Alfred and Alison sit on either side of me for support. They are the nicest family. Their daughter is hurt and they are supporting me when I should be supporting them, but I can’t, not right now.

  “Evan I don’t know what to say. I know that I will never allow that son of a bitch Marco near my daughter again.” I have never heard Alison cuss before; she must hate Marco as much as I do. No, I’m wrong, because no one could ever hate him as much as I do.

  The shit I’ve seen him do to Abby behind her back is reason enough to snap him like a twig. Which I will gladly do if he steps one foot near her. I will take him down quietly. I will get the chance to take care of business. End of.

  Chapter Twenty

  Abby

  My hands are sweating and my head is pounding. The doctors have been asking me questions and have been in and out of here all week. They say I have amnesia and that I have lost a little over a year of my life. I have had testing and some scans of my brain. They all agree that I may get my memory back, but say it will probably come in pieces. I have never been so scared in my life and I just want Marco.