Prologue
Angel
2 years ago.....
“Well I am not going. I don’t want any part of this” my best friend Hope says as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. That’s her I mean business stand which looks ridiculous on her. I am trying my hardest not to laugh at her because that won’t help my case. Hope and I have been best friends since the moment she got placed in Mrs. Mills care. Mrs. Mills was my next door neighbor. She was such a nice old lady she was more of a mother to me than my own mother. Hope was the only other girl my age on the block so we became friends instantly. We decided that once we were old enough to move out of our house we would live together. So once we were done with high school we applied to the same collage in New York and here we are now.
“Please Hopey” I pout as I give her my best puppies’ eyes. She can never say no to them. That’s how I always get her to join me with my crazy ideas. Back when we were Juniors in high school I went through my rebellious stage and wanted to dye the bottom half of my hair an exotic color but I didn’t want to do it all by myself. So I ask Hope to do it with me at first she was like hell no but at the end of the day she had light green hair and I had pink thanks to my puppies eyes. Now that I think about it maybe I should have listen to her because that was a disaster. Yeah at first it was all bad ass but every time I wash my hair the color would pale. So instead of having pink hair I had pale orange and lets not even talk about Hope. “Oh no you don’t,” she quickly gets off the bed knowing exactly where I am going with this “this is a crazy idea, no, not crazy, insane and I don’t want any part of it” she slams the door for some drama affect.
I don’t need her to tell me this is a cray idea I know that already but there is no going back on it. Once my mind is made up about something there is nothing or no one that can change it. I’ve always been stubborn so enough over thinking I need to finish getting ready.
I decided to wear my short black dress. The one with the deep V-neck lace it makes my d-cups look amazing. I was thankfully blessed with good size boobs but no ass unlike Hope. Now she was bless with as amazing curvy body even though she hates her body I love it. I would die for some of her curves. She has what I call an hourglass figure. I add a little eye makeup to make my gray eyes stand out even more.
I have to thank my good for nothing father for those. Unfortunately for me I look nothing like my mother. My mother has curly brunette hair, brown eyes, and she is about 5’2. I on the other hand have straight blond hair that stop right below my shoulder, gray eyes, and I am about 5’6. When I lived with my mother she would always nagged about how I looked just like the bastard of my father. Part of me thinks that’s the reason why she can’t stand me.
“So you’re really going to go through with this?” Hope walks back into the room after 20 minutes. I knew she was going to come back to try to change my mind. I am just surprise it took her this long. I stare at myself in the mirror trying to figure out what to do with my hair. There isn’t much I can do since my hair wants to be a pain in my ass all the time. When I say my hair is straight I mean it. “Yes I am” I brush my hair trying to add at least some volume. “Angel this is fucking crazy! This isn’t the way to lose your virginity to a complete stranger” she yells trying to get her point across. See even though Hope and I are best friends we have nothing in common. She is the type of girl that believes in prince charming and living happily ever after bullshit. I on the other hand don’t believe in none of that shit. I learned from a young age that prince charming wasn’t coming to save me and there wasn’t going to be a happily ever after for me. Shit like that doesn’t exist, well not in my world at least.
“Let me guess what’s the right way,” I turn to face her with a evil smirk on my face “according to you I should wait to find my prince charming and fall madly in love, get marry and have little princes and princess running around and live happily ever after” I say sarcastic. That’s the kind of bullshit they make little girls believe in but they never tell you what really happens. For example what happens when that prince never comes to rescue you? Are you supposed to live in misery waiting for someone who will never show up? Or are you going to put your big girl pants on and save your damn self? “Well yeah that sound right to me” she smiles. My poor friend she is in for a big reality check. I need to open her eyes before she walks into working traffic and gets hit by the big red truck called life.
“Hope that only happens in movies and in books let me tell you how it really goes down” I feel sort of bad for what I am about to say. I feel like I am about to tell a little kid that Santa isn’t real but she needs to know the truth. “You fall in love with the first asshole that treats you differently, he tricks you into believing he is some kind of prince charming, everyone around you can see what he is doing but you because you're madly in love with him, then one day you find out that you’re pregnant and you are excited to tell him. Once you finally do tell him he disappears like magic leaving you with a broken heart and a baby that you will never love because she reminds you of the bastard that broke your heart” my voice cracks at the end. I feel tears inside of my throat so I quickly turn back around to face the mirror. I hate that after all this time I still let that get to me. I’m 21 years old I should be over this but apparently I am not.
“Baby girl,” Hope soft voice fills the room. I lift my head to look at her through the mirror. Her eyes are full of sadness “only because that happen to your mom doesn’t mean it is going to happen to you”. My vision starts getting blurry thanks to the tears I am fighting back. I don’t care how many times she tells me this I won’t risk what I have left of my heart. I can’t. I barley have anything left. Over the years little by little my heart has been getting ripped apart by the one person who should have been protecting it in the first place. Do you know how painful it is to watch how other moms love their children and ask you’re self why doesn’t my mom love me like that? It’s fucking heartbreaking especially when you’re too young to understand that it’s not your fault. Over the years I’ve learned how to protect my heart from everyone including my mom. I quickly recover my composer and get back to getting ready. “Hope I am doing this so drop it”. She sticks her nose in the air “Fine do whatever you want just know that once this blows in your face, because it will, I’ll be right here to console your stupid ass and keep your phone on you at all time just in case you go missing and I have to track you down” she storms off.