Chapter 8

The news came as another blow to Alex and her understanding of men and love. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly but nothing came out. Not a word. Sam tried to comfort her but she just pushed him away, she didn't want to be around any male. She didn't want to be around any Angels. She didn't want to be around anyone. She didn't want to be.

Alex could feel the world spinning, everything went fuzzy, there was a rush of air and she could see the ground rushing at her before she banged her head and was sent into darkness....

When she finally came around, she was lying on a bed and she could hear voices.

"We should tell her..." she heard Martha say.

"You tell her and lets' see how you deal with the Council," Max hissed.

"But she deserves to know," Martha pleaded. There was something they weren't telling her, Alex had guessed that, but it seemed they weren't allowed to or the 'Council' would do something to them, and she was willing to bet it wouldn't be giving them benefits.

"Shh, I think she's coming round," Max said as he approached the bed.

'Damn, my covers blown' Alex thought angrily before opening her eyes. She was blinded by the lights she was lying under for a couple of seconds before getting up.

"What time is it?" she asked, still groggy from her sleep.

"It just turned 9 in the evening," Max said, "You've been out for four hours."

"Really?" she frowned. "Where's Sam?"

"He's in the sitting room asleep" Martha said, "But it's okay, You can have Max's bed, he can sleep on the sofa today. I think you need the comfort."

Instantly Alex jumped off the bed and started dusting herself off, she was just beginning to get comfortable on that bed too. Talk about bad luck.

"No, it's okay, I don't want to trouble you," she said, "I'll sleep in the sitting room too."

"But Alexis dear-"Martha began but was cut off by Max who thrust a pillow and duvet cover in Alex's face.

"Mind the third step, its wobbly so don't go and fall again," he said before physically shoving her out the room.

"And good night to you too," Alex muttered as she walked down the set of stairs. She was so busy trying to see where the third step was that she tripped over her own feet and went flying down the rest of the stairs. Thankfully she landed on her beddings so she made a muffled thud. She got up and looked around; she could hardly see anything at all. It was so dark. She felt around the dark for the light switch or even the lamp she saw earlier but walked into the coffee table. A yelp escaped her mouth before she could stop it. I heard a moan, shuffling and then light poured into the room, chasing away the dark.

"Alex!" Sam said suddenly alert as he jumped of his sofa and stumbled towards her. He looked so messy it was funny. His hair was sticking all over the place.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he gave her a hug, she let him this time, "I'm so sorry, I should've tried to be more comforting instead of making up excuses."

"Here you go again, always taking the blame," she said, "seriously you need to stop it. It was my fault, and it was clear as day I should've called for you when I first saw the kid but I wanted answers, and you know how I am."

"Yes, a stubborn little mule," he laughed as he sat down, pulling her with him.

They sat in peaceful silence for a few minutes, each of them, thinking through the events of the day.

"This has been the craziest day of my life," she said laughing slightly, "I mean, this is well enough excitement to last me the rest of my life."

"Yeah," Sam laughed, "But I think there's still more to come."

"Oh, that reminds me," she said as she tried to think up a way of bringing up the conversation she had heard earlier, "I don't really think we should trust many people anymore."

"Yeah, "Sam agreed, "You don't know who's who anymore. We just have to rely on each other and Martha, and although I hate to say this Max too."

Alex began to fidget, it seemed like she was going to have to say this outright, but it felt like their conversation was getting listened too by someone. She didn't know who, but she felt it. She stood up, grabbed a blanket and Sam's hand and dragged him outside.

"You could feel it too?" he asked, "Like we were being watched and our conversations listened too, like a zoo expedition."

"Yeah," she said, "I don't think we can trust Martha and Max."

"Really why?" he asked, "It can't be because of the constant observation, they probably just want to know if you tell me anything you didn't tell them, though that's unlikely."

"I already said I'm sorry, are you really going to keep going on about that," Alex asked. She was getting really pissed off at his reminders of her incapability to keep her promises.

"Yes, until you actually decide to keep your promise and tell me things," he said as he crossed his arms.

"Fine then!" she cried out as she stomped down the front path and out the gate, wrapping the blanket around her tightly as the night air whipped at her face.

"Hey! I'm sorry!" Sam cried as he grabbed her arm. "Sheesh, can't you take a tiny bit of criticism?"

"Not at a time like this!" she cried. "Sam, there keeping something from us. Something important. I have a right to know, but the 'Council' won't let them talk."

"What's the council? How do you know all of this?" he asked bewildered.

"I heard them arguing over it when I first came around, I couldn't hear the rest because Max figured out I was coming around," she said sheepishly.

"Well, it seems like we've lost the only reliable source of Information we have." Sam muttered.

"No, they'll still tell us something, just not the whole picture," Alex said trying to think on the bright side, "Plus we've got the book. That seems to be a really big part of this whole mess. But first of all I need to interrogate my mum."