Hell On An Angel (Fated Love Book 2) (3 page)

I let my thoughts go to the other questions; I was stuck on the one. Why was I now dreaming about Tim again? I hadn’t thought about him in years. I hadn’t let myself. When he left, he broke me. I couldn’t get out of bed for weeks, my grades took a major nose dive, and Uncle Michael was close to putting me in hospital. I wouldn't eat, so I lost so much weight I was just skin and bone. I couldn’t deal. I let out a sigh and began to rub the spot over my chest where the old familiar ache was.

Tim had been my best friend maybe half the time that Jas had been. I’d known Jasmine all my life. My mum and hers met in birthing classes, and ended up being roomed together in hospital as they both had the same due date. When mum died, Jas’ mum Hannah was there to help as much as she could. Jas and I were born within a couple of minutes of each other; me at 11:59 pm and Jas at 12:01 am. Tim came into my life after dad died. He used to cheat off me in tests once we hit high school. Soon after we became friends, and I actually helped him rather than him cheating off of me. Somewhere along the way we developed feelings for each other. We started dating and were together two years. He was my first everything. First boyfriend, first kiss, first love and the first person I had slept with. What hurt the most, though, was the night after our first time, he left. I later found out that he and his family moved back to the US for his dad’s work.

I tried to call and got nothing. His phone had been disconnected. Over the years he had been pushed to the back of my mind, but now I wondered what happened to him. Did he follow in his dad’s footsteps and join the army, or did he find his own path? Before I could pick up my phone and check on Facebook, Morgan came in with coffee. I smiled at him and sat up.
 

“Mornin’, Angel”
 

“Hi, handsome, you’re up early.” He leant over and kissed my temple after handing me my coffee and I closed my eyes.

“I had some calls to make and didn’t want to disturb you. You looked so peaceful sleeping.” I nodded and blew on my coffee before taking a sip and let out a small groan. God, this was good coffee.

For the rest of the day, I tried to be normal and not let my dream get to me. Morgan and I went to meet up with Jas, who was the last one left at the campground. I was thankful for that because I knew she wouldn’t make an ass out of herself with him. I hugged her as though I hadn’t seen her in days like I always did.
 

“God, I am going to miss you, Jazzy. Sure you can’t come?” Jas laughed.
 

“I wish, Maddie, but I have to go home and be an adult.” She pulled back and made a face and I laughed. “YOU.” She turned to face Morgan. “You take care of our girl. She is very special and we want her safe.”
 

“Yes, Ma’am, I’ll make it so.”
 

That was obviously the answer she was after, because she grinned like the Cheshire cat and hugged me. “I love you. One day, or I will track you down.”
 

“When I can, I will, babe. I promise. I will get a message to you somehow.”
 

Jasmine nodded and hugged me super tight again. “Such a lucky bitch!” I couldn’t help but grin. In the back of my mind though, my dream was still there.
 

“Hey, babe, could you please give us a minute?” Morgan nodded and kissed my head.
 

“Of course. I’ll be over with Lucas.”
 

I smiled and watched him walk away, then turned back to Jas and let my smile drop. “Okay spill. I know that smile. What happened?”
 

“I dreamt about him last night…”
 

“What?! No fucking way! You haven’t thought about him in years! What was the dream about?” I nodded softly and leant back against my truck and proceeded to tell her the whole dream. By the time I finished telling her about it, Jasmine’s mouth was hanging open.
 

“Jas, shut your mouth or you are going to catch flies.” She swatted my arm and leant against the side of my truck.
 

“Do you think it’s true?” I shrugged my shoulders. “How could it be? It was only a dream.”
 

“Hang on a minute… Josh told me that you had met his parents.” I shook my head.
 

“Nope. Not me. He said his mum and dad split, and he and his dad came out here. Never met his dad either. He told me that “He went away”. Whatever the hell that means.” I shrugged again and ran my hand through my hair.
 

“No, he definitely said it was you. The night he was going to ask you to marry him.” I frowned and turned my head to look at her.
 

“Want to try that last part again?!” Jasmine realized what she had said and cursed.
 

“Shit. You never knew that?” I shook my head no.
 

“He was going to ask you, but then you found out about his bitch on the side and well… tossed his ass to the curb.” I let out a sigh and shook my head.
 

“I’m gonna have to ask him, aren’t I?” Jasmine wrapped her arms around me and nodded her head.
 

“Only way you are going to know, honey.” I laid my head against her shoulder and closed my eyes. God, I was going to miss her. We hadn’t been apart since we were born. Now? Who knows when I would see her next.  

My plane landed in Australia and I took a deep breath. This was somewhere I never thought I would be again. The old man had moved us back to the U.S. when we were younger, and shipped me off to some pretentious military academy. I had no contact with anyone but the teachers and the other guys. I had tried to write to Maddison, but they always got sent back. I didn’t know if it was her or someone else, so eventually I just stopped writing and left her alone. Since my injury, I had left the Army and gotten into security. I was hired by a major U.S. recording label, and they needed some extra eyes on one of their stars who was out here on holiday at the moment. I was to meet up with his head of security, Lucas, and we would go from there. He’d come out here for some festival and decided that he wanted to stick around and sightsee. Since it was the end of his tour, for the time being, it all worked well timing wise.
 

All the other guys had opted to go back to their families, which I guess was understandable. I did the small stint back home with Mom and Dad, but a month was all I could stand before I up and left. Dad wasn’t shy about his disappointment in me. He thought I should have gone straight back after my injury but after being discharged I couldn’t go back there. Not mentally. It wasn’t safe. Mom always went along with what dad said, so it was like arguing with a wall. Maybe now my kid brother would get the recognition that he deserved. He was the one who wanted to be like dad and follow in his footsteps. Not me. Matthew had told me once that it wasn’t to make dad proud. He wanted to be part of the military so that he could fight for a world where his mom and sister could wake up and be safe. I admired that about him. So he went his way and I went mine. I checked in with mom every couple of weeks in the beginning but just stopped. I cut all ties. The road was my home now.  

Arriving at the hotel, I paid the taxi driver and got out. Looking up, I let out a low whistle. Who the fuck was he trying to impress? This place was as close to the beach as you could get without actually being on the beach itself, and one of the tallest buildings on Surfers. No doubt he’d called in top floor. Heading inside, I checked in using the name Lucas had given me and headed up to the suite. Taking my phone from my pocket, I texted Lucas and told him I was here and had checked in. Hitting the button for my floor, I rolled my neck to crack it, trying to ignore the fact that I was in an elevator. I fucking hated these death traps. I avoided them at all costs usually, but fifty stories of stairs? Not today. Letting out a breath once I reached the top, I was out as soon as the doors were opened wide enough and all but ran into Lucas.
 

“You okay, man?” I could hear the humour in his tone but I bit down my asshole reply.
 

“Hate those fucking things.” I squared my shoulders and held out my hand. “Ghost.”
 

He held his hand out to me and shook mine. “Lucas. Thanks for coming out.”
 

“No problem.”
 

“Come on, and I will introduce you to Morgan before we go get you up to speed so you can go get some sleep.” I nodded and followed Lucas down the hall toward one of the beach facing rooms. Lucas knocked and the door opened. Walking into the room after him, he motioned to a spot near the door.
 

“You can drop your bag there if you want to.” I nodded and dropped my bag down. He moved over to the glass doors and I waited for him to come back. About five minutes later, he walked back through the doors and following him was Morgan Young. He’d made it big in the music scene a couple of years back, and had been releasing number one hits left right and centre. Now, I was working for him. My business was about to go big if I did this right.
 

“Ghost, this is Morgan. Morgan, this is Ghost. He’s replacing the guys while we are out here.” Morgan raised a brow and looked me up and down. It took all I had not to react.
 

“Think you are good enough, hot shot?” I shrugged and gave him a look.
 

“I’m here, aren’t I? From what I hear you can be a bit of a diva. Let’s keep the theatrics to a minimum and we’ll do fine.” Morgan looked over to Lucas and raised a brow before looking back at me with a smirk.
 

“Welcome to the team. One rule. What’s mine is off limits. Got it?” I gave him a nod. “Copy that, boss.” Just as he was about to say something, the hotel room door opened up and we all turned to look. My heart fucking stopped when I saw Maddison there in a white dress with her blonde curls hanging loose around her face.
 

“Snowflake?” Maddison stopped dead and looked up from her phone. Before any of us could say anything, she was back out the door. I felt Lucas and Morgan’s eyes on me and turned to see them glaring at me. I shrugged my shoulders because there was no way that I could form a coherent sentence right now. Turning my back to them, I grabbed my bag from next to the door and left the room. What the fuck kinda small world was this shit?

Okay seriously. This shit wasn’t funny. Walking into Morgan’s and my room and seeing my ex-boyfriend standing there like they were old friends was just messed up. What kind of hell game was the universe playing at, and so soon after having that dream? Did I kill someone in a past life or something? What the hell was going on? I didn’t stick around like I should have. I was back in that elevator faster than they could blink. At least I knew Tim wouldn’t follow me. When the doors opened at the bottom, I walked from the elevator to the front doors and crossed the road to the beach. I took a deep breath and tried not to lose my shit. One word and I was losing it.
 

He had always called me his snowflake because I was untainted by all the bad crap and despite the storms that had come my way, I didn’t let it bring me down. He told me there was something beautiful in my strength to rise above the pain. I turned to look at the hotel. I couldn’t go back if he was there. Not until I got my shit together. Taking off my dress and dropping it and my phone in the sand, I kicked off my thongs and walked out into the water. The water would be my escape.
 

I don’t know how long I was in the water for before a chill came over me. Turning back to the beach I saw someone sitting by my stuff. I couldn’t see who from this far out, but I knew soon enough I would have to face the music. Swimming back to the shore, I ran my hands through my hair and walked up the sand. I let out a small sigh of relief when I saw that it was Morgan, but it was short lived because it meant I had to tell him what the hell that was about. This was entirely too much crazy for him to deal with. He was going to be glad to see the back of me.
 

As I got closer, he stood up and held up a towel. “I thought you may need this.” I gave him a small smile but before I could take it from him, he moved to wrap it around me and wrapped me up in his arms. Closing my eyes, I laid my head against his chest and let him warm me while I tried to push down the emotions that were bubbling to the surface. Before I could stop it, a sob escaped me. Morgan’s grip tightened a little.

 
“It’s okay to let it out, Angel.” His words opened a floodgate that I just couldn’t stop and I let it all out.
 

Once the tears had run dry I pulled back and looked up at Morgan. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
 

Morgan gave me a small smile and ran his thumbs under my eyes brushing away the tears before pressing his lips to my head. I closed my eyes at the contact. “Never be afraid to let it out, and never be sorry for tears. Tears I can handle.” I nodded softly and opened my eyes and met his. “Let’s go get some food. Nothin’ beats comfort food.” I pulled back just long enough to put my dress back over my head and pick up my phone. Slipping my feet into my thongs, Morgan took my towel from me before wrapping his arm back around me, keeping me tucked into his side tucked into his side. Laying my head against his chest, we made the short walk down to Cavill Ave. We didn’t speak along the way, and I was trying to work out if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe he was just letting me get my thoughts together or maybe he already knew and Tim was gone. A little voice in the back of my mind told me that if it was the latter he would have told me straight away. I led Morgan to my favourite cafe and took a seat. Picking up the menu, I tried to pretend to be interested in food, but my stomach was in knots and I wasn’t sure if it would stay down.