Chapter Thirty-five: Revealed Secrets
I woke up with a start, something felt wrong. It took me a split second to realise Amy wasn't lying next to me anymore. I got up and approached the door, pausing as voices reached my ears.
“It's my fault,” Amy said, her voice small and broken. I felt my hands form into fists, angry at how the world just kept throwing unnecessary guilt and crap at Amy. It made me realise how pointless my own depression had been. My life had been so easy compared to hers. I opened the door and Amy looked up startled.
“Oh, I didn't mean to wake you,” she said from where she'd curled up on a chair. Tom was at the counter, fixing his wounds while Anna slept on the sofa. I wasn't surprised to see her thrashing a little in her sleep. It would make sense for a spawn to be haunted by nightmares.
“You didn't,” I replied, sitting next to her and pulling her to me. She rested her head on my shoulder and we sat in comfortable silence, both lost in our own thoughts.
“You must miss your life before,” Amy commented, the words took me by surprise and I glanced down at her.
“Why?” I asked, she knew my life before had been nothing but depression and hating everything.
“You're always getting hurt,” she replied, meeting my eyes. I laughed and pulled her closer.
“I was getting hurt before, the difference now is I have a reason not to be the one doing it,” I said, making her cheeks flush. I kissed her forehead and heard rustling behind me.
“I was wondering when you'd turn up again,” Amy said, her voice harsh. She was still mad at him for what he'd done to me I realised.
“Things have gotten a little bit more serious. And while I don't like the idea of having a spawn on our side, we need all the help we can get now,” Darius said, not even bothering to reply to Amy and looking straight at me. I soured at the thought of trusting someone else to protect Amy other than me, Darius or Tom.
“How much worse?” I asked, Amy's anger replaced by curiosity as she looked back and forth between us.
“The elder's aren't worried about Amy anymore, but if hell is planning to strike heaven they couldn't have a better opportunity. There's an revolt going on. I need to stay there and help. I was the one who discovered how corrupt they were, it's only right I help now,” Darius explained. I nodded, knowing he was right.
“So what you're saying is we can't count on you for help everytime we're in danger?” I clarified, aware that despite everything, I still expected him to turn up and save the day.
“I'll try, I have another friend who will also respond to cries for help if I can't. I'm sorry to put you in this position. There's also a chance earth will feel the effects of the overthrow. It's why we've avoided an outright fight with hell for as long as we have,” Darius explained. Amy stood up with her arms raised.
“Am I the only one who feels like they've missed something here?” she asked, glancing at Tom who also looked confused. Though not as surprised as Amy. I hesitated, looking at Darius for guidance.
“Tell her, there's no point in her not knowing,” Darius said then disappeared, so much for back-up.
“She is right here. Now what is going on?” Amy pushed. Anna mumbled in her sleep and woke up, blinking as she realised everyone was here.
“Look, we didn't want to tell you so you wouldn't worry,” I said sheepishly. Amy's expression said she didn't want to hear excuses.
“Okay,” I sighed, “Heaven never gave up on you, they just-”
“Made a deal with demons,” Anna finished for me with a yawn.
“Did you guys really not know that?” she asked, standing and wiping sleep from her eyes. Her fiery hair was a mess of odd ends from her restless sleep. Amy took all this in calmly, but I could see her fists tightening.
“Great, even the spawn knows. Why didn't you tell me?” Amy asked, her eyes pinned on me.
“I just said-”
“A real reason James. I'm used to being hunted down. But a team-up between heaven and hell? I think that's kind of an important detail you should've shared,” Amy said, storming off before I could say anything else. I glanced at Tom for help but he just shrugged.
“You kept the secret, you deal with it,” he said. Helpful, I thought.