My Guardian Angel

I packed my bags and got ready to go to the shelter. I was going to be with a few girls around the ages of 10-17. My phone rang as I was walking down the stairs. I grabbed it. “Hello?” I answered. “Hey, Alex. I’m sorry I couldn’t help your sister. It’s just that I didn’t know...I thought you...but I didn’t think...” Damien started. “Damien. It’s okay. Its...its not your fault.” I told him. He sighed. “Alex. You have no idea. It is my fault.” He told me. What? “W...what did you do?” I asked him. “It’s not what I did, it’s what I didn’t do. I’m sorry. I’m coming to get you, now.” He said.
“But you can’t! I can’t! I have a family!” I screamed at him. “I’m sorry to tell you this but not anymore, Alex. I’m coming to get you. I have to protect you. I’ll tell you in the car. I’m almost there now. See you soon. Bye.” He said before I heard the dial tone.
The bell rang. I opened it and gave Damien a big hug. I started to cry. “Go to the car. I’ll get your stuff. Hurry.” He told me. I ran to the car and got in the passenger seat. Damien came in soon after and drove away.