Angel
Present....
A week has gone by since I got here. Manic has been calling and texting me like a mad man but I don’t even bother in answering. I called my phone company the other day to block his number. I don’t want anything to do with him ever again. I was so terrified of not getting my period but thankfully two days later I got it. The bruise on my face is starting to vanish; you can barely see them with some make up. The bite marks are also getting better but they are more noticeable. Even though I am starting to look better in the outside, in the inside I am all fucked up which is funny because I thought I was already fucked up to begin with but what Manic did to me really broke whatever last thread I was holding onto. The fact that he took my rights to decide what to do with my body destroyed me. Every night I have the same nightmare. I relive what he did to me but this time there is screaming. Thankfully Hope hasn’t been there for one of my crisis she is always at work.
Hope is already pissed off at me for not reporting Manic. She doesn’t understand, that is only going to complicate things. If Manic was to find out I went down to the police station I don’t even want to think about what he’ll do to me. I am just glad I finally got away from him even though I have to admit I miss my mom. I know she doesn’t deserve for me to even think about her but after all she is still my mom. But there is no way I am going back home it’s better for me to miss her than to deal with her shit. Plus she probably hasn’t even notice that I am missing.
“What are you doing?” Hope walks in holding two cups of hot coco. She hands me the one with the over flowing marshmallows. She knows how much I love them. “Thanks” I smile up at her as I inhale the coco. There is something about the smell of coco that relaxes me. Coco is my coffee. “You’re welcome baby girl,” she smiles with her million dollar smile. I don’t know how she can always be so happy. Even with the shitty hand life handed her. Hope is an orphan she was placed in the system since she was 2 years old until she landed in Mrs. Millers hands at age 9. Only God knows the shit she has been through. She has no family that she knows of. Part of me thinks that was one of the reason why I was drawn to her because even though I physical have a mom it’s like I didn’t have one at all. “What are you thinking about?” she asks as she takes the seat across from me. I shrug my shoulder and take a sip of my coco “Nothing really”. I know I have a marshmallow mustache on top of my lip but I don't bother in cleaning it. “I thought you were over thinking your decision”. Here we go with this again I roll my eyes out of annoyance. “Do you know how ridiculous you look rolling your eyes with a marshmallow mustache?” she laughs. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Drop it Hope,” I warn her. I don't want to get into this again. She out of all people should know there is nothing she can say to make me change my mind. “Fine” she scrunched up her face.
“How is work?” I change the subject before we find each other in another argument. She shrugs her shoulder not happy with changing the conversation but goes with it “Good I have to go in today”. Hope works two jobs. She works as a nurse full time in the mornings and works part time at Sync, which is a nightclub. You know the ones that have a human bird cages hanging from the ceiling and you get to dance inside of them, which is funny because Hope isn’t much of a party girl but she has been working there since she moved out here. “Do you want to come?” she asks. Going out doesn’t seem like a bad idea but I am not ready to get back out there to the real world just yet. I’ll rather just stay here in my own little world where only Hope and I exist. Before I can even answer her my phone rings.
“That better not be him” Hope huffs as I reach for my phone. I look down at the screen hoping the same thing. I’ve never seen the number that is popping up on my screen even though part of me is scare to answer it I do anyways. “Hello?” I answer hoping it’s not Manic. “Good afternoon may I please speak to Angel Faye” the voice on the other line says. It’s so strange to hear my last name. Everyone that knows me calls me by my first name. “This is she” Hope gives me her who the hell is that face and I just shrug my shoulders. “Hi Misses. Faye my name is Mike and I been trying to contact you for a few days now” he says. Mike? I don't know any Mike especially one that talks so formal. “I am sorry I don’t know any Mikes”. I am ready to hang up.
“Of course you don't. I’m your father’s attorney and I am sorry to have to tell you this over the phone but your father has recently passed away”. What? Why would my father attorney be calling me? My father doesn't even care if I am alive or not. Oh god did he just say my father passed away. “Are you still there?” he asks. Of course my dad is dead. The only person that could of change my world around is gone. My throat starts to tighten and my eyes start to burn with un-shed tears. Why the hell do I feel like crying? I didn’t even know him. He didn’t even want to be part of my life.
“Yeah” I manage to finally say. I feel Hope’s eyes on me. “I am sorry for your lose,” he states “but I am calling because I would like for you to come in so we can talk about your father’s will”. That shocks me even more than the whole my father being dead thing.
My father left me on his will? Why? Maybe he knew he was dying and felt bad for never wanting me in the first place and thought he could buy some peace. “Would you be able to come in this Thursday?’. Hell no! Just like he didn’t want anything to do with me when he was alive I don’t want anything to do with him now that he is dead but deep inside of my chest there is something telling me I have to go. “Yeah” I agree. It seems I can only come up with one words answers. “That would be great see you then I’ll send you our address in a text message” and with that he hangs up.
“Who was that?” Hope asks. I drop my phone on my lap and just stare at her in disbelief. I can’t believe after all this time wishing and hoping to hear from my father I finally hear from him and of course he is dead. Now that I think about it, it’s sort of funny of course the only person I really was hoping would come and save me is dead. That would be just my luck. I bust out laughing. Hope looks at me with her eyebrow connected in the middle making me laugh even more. “What so funny?” she ask. I wipe my tears with my shirt “My father is dead”. Hope looks more shocked than I did a few minutes ago. “Oh God, Angel” she whispers. I can’t help it I start laughing again.
2 years ago....
I fucking hate him for making me tell him my name. I guess he has more power over me than what I thought. He runs his tongue up my throat tasting me like if I was a lollipop until he reaches my mouth. “You’re fucking sexy” I feel his hands on my dress and next thing I know I hear the sound of my dress ripping. Holly shit! He ripped my dress open. I want to be mad at him for ripping my dress but I am too turned on to even care. He throws me over his shoulder like a caveman and walks towards his bed room. He kicks the door open with his combat boots and lays me on his bed carefully. He steps back and runs his eyes all over my body “Fuck”. I feel like covering myself up but I like the fire I see in his eyes. “Now what?” I ask with excitement.
The right side of his mouth lifts up. He looks like the big bad wolf ready to eat little red. “Now you lay back and enjoy”. He pulls off his shirt the way real men do you know with one hand over his head. I can’t help but to ogle his body. Damn he is beyond sexy. He has muscles all over his body. His arms are cut with muscles and cover in tattoos, his chest is firm. He has a well define 6 pack, you can actually see the little squares. I want to run my tongue all over his stomach. He has a clean stripped of hair that leads to his cock and he has the V shape on the side. “Like what you see?” he ask with a grin. I bite my lip and give him a nod. “Well that makes two of us”.