Ink storm

There were a few things I knew I should probably tell Storm; but there are some things you just shouldn’t trust people with. The fact that I have trust issues probably doesn’t help. The only person, except for myself, who knows is Angel, and well, Angel is an angel. I cannot count the amount of times he has stitched me back up.
Still. There are some things you just don’t trust people with… And then, there are the things that you probably should tell a lover if you hope to keep them around for ant length of time.
I had half decided that I would tell Storm at least one of my secrets. And I had also half decided that was a really bad idea.

I lay. Curled up in a ball, one hand clutching the phone… so I could call Angel.
If anyone could save me from myself, Angel could.
I could almost hear our conversation.
My shaky, fingers would dial his number. Yawning, Angel would moan down the phone, “who the hell is it?” and I would timidly whisper back, “Angel, it me… their after me… again…”
There would be a sigh, then, “ok babe, I’ll be there in 10. Stay away from sharp things,” and I would whimper, “too late.”
“Damn it Kat! What have I told you?!” he would fume, “call me before it gets bad, before.”
This would make me panic and my blood would pump faster, my breath would quicken, “sorry.”
“I’ll be there in 10.” He’d say as he hung up.
I hate disappointing Angel like that. But I would have to call him soon. I had no other choice.
It was still early, maybe 8 o’clock, much earlier than one of my normal episodes. But Angel kept weird hours; he had for as long as I’d known him.

My front door creaked open.
Cowering in fear, I clung to myself; digging the ‘sharp things’ I was meant to stay away from closer.
“Kate?” Storm’s voice called. I was in trouble now, “Baby, are you ok?” his footsteps slowly got closer.

The walls reached out for me, I coward. How long till he found me? How quickly could Angel get here? Not soon enough. I dialed.
“Urg! Who the hell is this?” Angels voice moaned through the phone.
“Angel…” I sobbed.
There was a swoosh as the door opened. Storm looked at me, took a step back, then ran straight towards me.
He clutched me tightly, tears filling his beautiful eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me love?” his moan was one of pain.
“I didn’t want to lose you.” I breathed; the hands shrank back a little.
“No. Never lose me… not for this.” He sobbed. “Damn it! I knew something was wrong.”
We lay there, unmoving except for my jerks as I tried to keep from the hands, for a long time.
Angel appeared at the door.
“Kate.” He shook his head, lifting me and placing me in the bath gently. I could feel Storms unease, but he let Angel help me.
“Please, don’t leave.” Storm cried softly.
Then the world slowly faded with his hand in mine.
I had not lost him, and he didn’t want to get rid of me.
Yet.