A Night with an Angel

Laying in bed, crying. Just like any other night. I hated my life. I was constantly bullied, hated. Never accepted. Let me introduce myself, my name is Lucy. I’m 17; I have short blood red hair, blue eyes and a slightly curvy figure. I’m kind of pear shaped so my hips are wider set. And therefore, people feel the need to call me fat and bully me every day. And it doesn’t help that I like dressing in black and red and painting my nails black or wearing black lipstick. Or that there are scars on my wrists. My parents are no help. They either fight or constantly ignore me. But I didn’t know this night would be unlike any other.

I was laying bed crying. When a voice spoke to me from across the room. A male voice, but not one that I know.

“Why do you cry, little one?” I looked up tears still coming down. And there I saw the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. He was tall. Looking about 6 feet. His head nearly touching the ceiling. He had black messy, spiky hair. His eyes…like the clearest blue pools you could ever see. His lips were slightly puffed but not enough to create a feminine look. He had a slight scruffle, like he hadn’t shaved in a week or two. He wore a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans. He wasn’t muscular; actually he was rather on the skinny side. But something about him looked strong. His hands looked rather large but welcoming. His skin was pale. Like snow. On his feet was a simple pair of converse. He spoke again and his voice was like a melody of strings.

“Is something the matter?” I wiped the tears from my eyes and replied “Who… Who are you? How did you get in here?” He smiled, showing perfect white teeth.

“You’d never believe me.”

“Try me.” He leaned his broad, squared shoulders against my wall.

“Alright. If you insist” and in a flash he stood in the centre of the room and jutting from his back were two white wings. My mouth fell open in shock.

“I’m an angel.” And the wings disappeared again.

“Wha…how?” I was so confused. And he just laughed softly.

“My name is Joshua. I’m an angel. Yes, a REAL angel. And I’ve seen your troubles. Someone else has too” he pointed up then continued “And both he and I have settled on how to help you.

“Oh and what’s that? I go to church?” He smirked.
“We’ll you could do that, or this could help instead.” He walked over to where I was sitting and bent down and kissed me. His kiss was gentile but strong. And I soon became lost in the sensation. His kiss sent warmth through my body and I felt the heat settle between my legs.

Him being this close to me, I caught his scent. Cinnamon and roses. We continued kissing as he sat down on my bed. He kicked his shoes and socks off. And when the kiss finally broke we were both panting.

“Listen to me,” he whispered. “Tonight, it’ll be magical.