Guardian Angel

Chapter 2

“Hey, are you all right?”
The voice … that soft, melodic, frightened voice. Almost the voice of angel. “Sweet Lord, I’ve died and talk with angels”.
Sharp pain forced me to open my eyes and I see HIM.
His face is the face of an angel. Those blue jewels under silk eyelashes, skin so pale that it almost shines. Full, pouting lips and locks of raven-black hair frame his face.
“Are you my guardian angel?” – I whisper.
The beautiful creature laughed brightly - “As you wish.” The angel touched my shoulder lightly and I can’t help but wince from pain.
“You’re badly wounded.” he said.
“Yes. That bastard hit me.”
“I call the police and an ambulance…”
“No!” I almost shout. “Don’t call the police. No need.”
“But your shoulder…” My angel bit his bottom lip.
“Are you trying to escape from someone?” he asked.
I thought about it now. <> I sighed. It was no good. That man I left laying in his own blood had poorly prepared guards, but they wouldn’t stop until they found me.
“Listen,” I said. “Do you know someplace where I can disappear from those guys?”
My angel bit his lip again. “Mmmmmm ….. I know a couple of places …” His verbal thoughts were cut short when we heard movement at the end of the alley. They were searching for me, and they’d catch me. I couldn’t run in my condition.
“You must help me to hide.” I hissed. I attempted to burrow into the stinking pile of trash. Tried to cover myself with an empty TV box. What a pitiful sight. My angel followed my movements and finished it by covering my head with a polyethylene package. It stunk of used diaper, but I had no other way out. I held my breath and meekly lay still. I also tried to listen.
“Hey, kid. Did you see a wounded white guy in a gray suit?”
“Ha! I’d like to see such a goon. Especially around here."
“Don't fuck with me kid.” That male voice hissed.
“Sorry, guy’s, but I seen nothing. Sorry.”
“OK. But if you’ve lied to me, I swear I’ll kill you by my own hands. Let’s go. We’ve got other places to search.”
When voices and steps had faded away I heard my angels voice. “They’ve gone.”
“God. I almost died from that stink.” I tore that damned pack from my head.
“Let’s get out of here.” My angel spoke in a low voice. “Let me help you.” He slid his hand around my waist and helped me stand.
He was smaller than me, a little chubby, but still a beauty to my eyes. I noticed that he was dressed very lightly. At the end of September you don’t often meet a person clad in threadbare jeans and one long sleeved mesh shirt. I could feel him tremble from the cold.

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