I've Been Here All Along

He was so calm and in a way, it calmed me down. His name was Frank, and it suited him perfectly. Instead of 'Random Dream Boy' he shall be Frank. But that still didn't make me understand how the hell he was real, and how the hell he was here.

"Well, it's good to know your name and all but, I have to ask you to leave. I said stepping out of the door frame to let him out. He didn't move though. He just stood there, his hands in his pocket with a warm smile on his face.

"I can't leave." He said looking around my room from his position.

"Why not? Do you not have a home? I can help you if you need-"

"I appreciate the offer," He said cutting me off. "But I have a home. It's just not here." He said smiling. It was weird, he was weird. He never shook the smile off his face and he answered so politely even though I was basically telling him to get the fuck out.

"Well, where do you live? I could call you a cab if you want." I said pulling out my phone. He didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either. So I took that as a go ahead to call an Uber. His house couldn't be far from here if he walked, And I didn't see another car when Claire and I pulled up.

"Look, Olivia-"

"How the fuck do you know my name?" I asked knitting my eyebrows in concern. His smile finally faded and he rubbing his face with both hands.

"You might want to sit down for this." He said gesturing towards my half made bed. I slowly walked over, watching him with every step. My phone was open and ready to dial 911 if he decided to try anything. "Now I'm going to need you to be completely open minded about this whole thing. I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not going to mug you, I'm not going to do anything but protect you." He said smiling again. His calm voice wasn't rushed or slowed down and it didn't raise or lower in octave.

"Okay?" I asked looking at him, confusion written all over my face.

"I expect you'll have a lot of questions once I'm done explaining. All I ask is that you hear me out without calling the police." He said gesturing to my phone. I turned off my phone and put it on the nightstand. I know what you're thinking. 'Olivia pick up the damn phone and get this psycho out of your house.' Yes, I wanted to do that too, btu I really do want to hear what he has to say. So I'll leave the cops for later.

"Continue." I said giving him the go ahead to speak.

"I've been watching you for a long time, and before you freak out no, it wasn't to watch you undress or anything pervy like that it was to protect you," He said smiling. "You called upon my the day in the cafe with your sketchbook out. You drew me coming to save you from Travis. And so he sent me down to protect you. Like you asked for." He finished speaking looking at me to see if I wanted to follow up with anything he had just said.

"Wait, who is he?" I asked analyzing his whole speech in my head.

"The big man of course, you know, God." He said gesturing to the sky.

"So, wait, what does that make you?" I asked leaning on the edge of my bed.

"An angel, a guardian angel of course. We're the only ones that get to come down here." He said smiling leaning against the back wall.

"What the fuck? Jesus Christ, you're lying! You're fucking lying to me! You're a fucking hobo who wants to live in my house and you're fucking telling me your some "Angel" or some shit just so you can live with me. Sorry buttercup not fucking happening!" I yelled standing up from my bed in rage. My reaction didn't faze him, he just sat there waiting till I got all my anger out.

" This is why we never show ourselves to you mortals. But I took a chance because I knew your mother and even though she never saw me, I'm sick of hiding. I want to be seen. It feels so good to finally talk to someone. And I'm sorry but I can't leave until you find someone else to protect you." He said pacing the room. His warm smile was replaced by a cold frown.

"You don't know my mother. Are you gonna say you "protected" her too!? She was just paranoid and that stopped...... When my dad came." I whispered the last part. It was beginning to make sense but I didn't want to believe it. If Frank watched my mother does that mean she wished for him to come too? When her sister was getting abused did she ask for protection?

"Yes. When your father came I was released and was able to protect someone else. I'll be here till you marry or until you die." Frank explained remaining his position leaning on the wall.

"Does that mean you're..... Dead?" I asked looking at him cautiously. If he was dead I didn't want to bring up bad memories of death or anything. But, I was not having a dead guy in my house.

"Of course not. All the guardian angels were made. We have not walked the earth and we aren't allowed to until we are called upon. I am not human, and I never was." He confirmed and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"Aren't Angels supposed to have like halos and wings?" I asked chuckling. Everything I have seen about Angels says that they should, but I didn't see his.

"I do. Mortals can't see them until we want you too. The halos are bullshit though." He said chuckling.

"Are Angel's even allowed to swear?" I asked before I could stop myself. I didn't want to offend him, he was a fucking Angel after all. He could send like death upon me or something like that.

"The big man can't see what we guardian Angels do on earth. He can talk to us and ask us things," He said pointing to his head. "But he can not see us or feel us." Frank said smiling.

"So you're not going to kill me?" I asked skeptically.

"Yes, no killing for me." He said putting his hands up in defense. Now knowing that he was an Angel and not some dirty hobo I began to relax.

"Can you fly?" I asked excitedly. If he hand wings that meant he could fly, right? That's how that is supposed to work.

"No, I wish. But I can teleport." He said before he was gone and back in the room with a cup of coffee. He held it out to me and it was just how I like it.

"Dude, that's sick," I said before graciously taking the red mug form his tattooed hands. " How old are you?" I asked taking a sip of the hot liquid.

"6,758." Frank replied calmly and I almost spit out my coffee. "I'm the youngest my father has ever made." He said proudly. Frank did look young, and attractive for that matter. God definitely graced him with looks, literally. He looked to be about 18 or around that age. He would be a senior in highschool if he waned to. I could already tell by the way we looked, my friends would like him.

"What else can you do?" I asked scooting back on the headboard of my bed, setting the coffee on my nightstand. If he had some cool powers or something I really want to see them. Like, could he cause a thunder storm or some cool shit like that?

"I can read people's thoughts." He said smirking. If he was here since we moved he would see all the nasty things I thought about him while I was in the shower, or while I slept. My eyes went wide and I felt the blood hit my cheeks in an instant. "Your thoughts are.... interesting. But they're nothing I haven't seen before." He said smiling.

"What else?" I asked trying to ignore the last question and answer all together.

"I can make people feel things without touching them." He said smiling.

"How?" As I asked that question I felt something warm on my shoulder.

"Do you feel that?" Frank asked his eyes completely focused on me. The warmth spread down my arm and then it was gone. Poof! Just like that.

"Yeah! What was that?" I asked my eyes wide with excitement.

"That was me." He said smiling. I've lost count of how many times he has smiled but I didn't care. That was a good thing. His hazel eyes matched his words when he said that he wasn't going to hurt me and I finally believed him. It was still a bit weird and I didn't understand it all that much but I was getting to it. "I can speak to people in their heads too. You just have to give me permission. I can't do anything besides touch you with my grace, without permission." He explained smiling.

"How do I give you permission?" I asked tilting my head.

"When you hear a soft ringing in your ears just think 'yes' and that will let me in." He explained, speaking with his hands as well. Everytime he spoke he was alway gesturing with his hands. It was like he couldn't talk without them. Imagine if God had made him without arms. I'm pretty sure Frank would be pissed.

"I wanna try it." I said excitedly. I could barely contain myself. A fuck Angel was in my room, he touched me, read my thoughts, and now he's going to speak to me in my head. Holy shit this was cool.

"It might hurt a but the first time we try but your ears will adjust pretty quickly okay?" He said a hint of concern on his face. I nodded eagerly and smiled. I was never a crier when it came to pain. I had a very high pain tolerance and I have since I was a kid. Let's just say I came home with a lot of scraped knees. A dull ringing began to surface in my ear and I thought 'yes' over and over again in my head. Frank had his eyes closed and he was concentrating deeply.

"Can you hear me?" He asked in my head. It didn't echo like I thought it would it just felt like he was talking really close to my ear. "You can speak back in your mind if you would like. Just think of what you are going to say and it will come to me. It comes in handy when you're lonely and I'm not there." Frank said smiling. His eyes where still closed but it looked like he didn't have to concentrate anymore.

"Did I do it?" I thought back in my head.

"Dude, thanks so cool!" I said breaking his concentration and his presence left my head.

"I thought you would like it." He said smiling. That god-damn smile was going to be the death of me.

"I can talk to you whenever I want right. Like can I call you or something?" I asked because this would seriously benefit me in school. Beside Ray and the group I have nobody. And Ray likes to pay attention in class so he never talked to me.

"Just say my name and allow me in and I'll be there. Don't count on me for test answers though. I'll help you with regular things but I'm not letting you cheat." Frank said chuckling. We talked for hours and hours about my life and about his. What he's seen and how he survived through it. Even when my mom got home and asked who I was talking to, I said myself and we giggled and began whispering.

It was strangely good to have Frank around and I didn't want him to leave.

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