The Fallen Angel *EDITING*

Chapter 18: Welcome to the Team

Hello!!!

Miss me? I had a bit of writers block this week, I kinda just come up with the ideas as I go. Sorry for any typos. I'll read over the story later! Enjoy!

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"Get back in the car." I tell Peyton. She looks at me questionably but hops back into her seat. I put the keys back in the ignition and put the car in reverse.

We reach the hospital in a matter of minutes. I park Harry's car next to Bradley's and grab Peyton. With the little girl in my arms, I jog into the waiting room. I walk over to the lady at the front desk. "I'm here to see a Mrs..."

"Samantha! Over here!"

I turn my attention away from the lady and to my brother.

He gives me a hug and ushers me down a long hallway and up a flight of stairs. We arrive at the ICU and I stop dead in my tracks.

"Here." Bradley takes Peyton from my arms and sets her down on a chair next to a crying Jack. Tears are streaming down his little red cheeks. Im sure no one fully told him what happened yet.

Bradley grabs my wrist and opens the doors. We walk past many beds. Some have the curtains drawn but others are open for all to see. A woman with bandages around her head, a man in a full body cast, another with deep scars down his neck and arms. I walk closer to Bradley and he wraps his arm tighter around me.

We stop at ICU bed number 19.

The doctor looks up at us. Bradley nods at her and she pulls the curtain back. I gasp and turn away from the bed.

That was not my mother.

Her body was scarred and bruised. She had bits of dry blood on her neck and face.

I begin to sob into Bradley's chest as he holds me tight. "W-What happened?" I whimper.

He takes a deep breath. "She was drinking again. She turned down countless offers to be driven home. She wrecked into another car."

More and more tears fell down my face. Yeah she wasn't the best person in the world, but she was my mother.

"Excuse me?" the nurse peaked her head in through the curtain. She motions for us to come outside.

"Your mother was in a very bad accident. Her lungs were crushed and we do not provide a surgery to have an artificial lung put in. As of right now, its illegal in the UK. Im afraid to say, she's not gunna make it."

I burst out crying. Bradley picks me up and carries me out of the ICU.

*Harry POV*

I have been in Pittsburgh for a few days now. I had noticed the kids messing with a boy these past few days. I pulled out the picture from my jean pocket. It was a picture of Vinny Alverez. Sure enough, it matched up with the kid being shoved against the lockers.

I ripped up the picture and threw the pieces away. The boys were snickering while Vinny had his eyes squeezed shut.

"I suggest you let him go."

They boys laugh. "And who are you?" The boy holding onto Vinny sneers. He turns around but when he sees me, the smirk falls right off his face.

"I said let him go."

The boys slowly back away from Vinny. "Don't understand why you're defending the nerd."

"Get the fuck out of my sight."

The boy scoffs and turns around, the others following him.

This boy was pressing his luck.

I turned and looked over at Vinny, his eyes wide. His eyes held a mixture of shock, but he was happy that someone stood up for him. Someone of my size.

I turned around and started down the hallway, hoping Vinny would follow. He did.

"H-Hey! Wait!"

The smaller boy jogged by my side, fiding it hard to keep up with my pace.

"What."

"I-I just wanted to say thanks." He stutters.

"Whatever." I mumble and continue on towards the cafe.

I grab a water and sit at a vacant table, Vinny sits across from me. I look up and raise my brow. He looks back down into his lap.

"Can we talk?" he asks.

"Shoot."

"Ive never had a friend before."

I look back at him. "Bullshit." I didn't know it was this bad.

"Yeah." he looks back up at me. "My parents don't care for me either."

I watch him as he tries to choke back tears. Before I know it, I reach my hand over and pat his back. He looks at my hand, then at my face and he smiles.

"My parents are dead." I tell him. The smile falls from his face.

"Im so sorry."

I sigh. If it wasn't for Samantha, I wouldn't have anything left to live for.

Samantha.

She wouldn't want me to kill. Her and I were supposed to fix all this, not add to the death toll. Even though this kid has nothing to live for, he can't just die.

Then it hit me. I have to save him.

All the while, I hadn't noticed that Vinny was halfway through a story about some intrest of his.

"Come with me." I stand up and walk towards the door. I turn my head to see Vinny still sitting at the table, his eyes wide and full of confusion. I sigh and walk back over to him. He just stares up at me, still wide eyed. I grab his arm and drag him out of the cafe. Then I pull him out of the school.

"Wait, we still have class!"

"You said your parents don't really care about you, right?"

"Uhm, yeah?"

"Then they won't care if you get in trouble.

"But I will." he mumbles.

I lead him to my car and we both hop in. I drive to the motel I was currently staying at.

The room smelt terrible. Just last night I had used about five bottles of air freshener but that was no help at all.

Vinny sat on the edge of my bed, his hands folded in his lap. The poor lad was probably scolding himself for leaving school early.

"Did you or did you not wish you were dead?"

Vinny looked up at me, his eyes wide. "Y-Yes."

"I was sent to kill you Vinny."

The kid might as well have just shit himself.

"But Im not gunna do that."

He gives a sigh of relief.

"We are gunna fake your death."

"But people know what I look like! They need a body! They can do DNA tests! They can,"

"You never shut up, do you?" I laugh. "I know this may be hard to take in all at once but I'm taking you to London with me. My girlfriend will help you. She can make you look like a different person. You can start your life over."

He looks deep in thought, considering my offer.

"We need you mate. You're smart."

He looks back to me and stands. I offer my hand for him to skake. He extends his small hand and places it in my larger one. We shake and I smile.

"Welcome to the team."