Angel’s Point of View

After the ceremony, we set out to leave but I didn’t follow their ride home, after that little argument I had with my mother, I didn’t want upset her any longer— so I took a taxi after them, allowing them have the little closure she wanted on her ‘happiest day’.

I rolled my eyes as I watched the cobalt blue Aston Martin Vanquish cruise slowly before us, with the word ‘Just Married’ hung at the plate.

Mr. Wolfe was probably trying to flaunt the fact that he was married in the face of the media, camera lights flashed from every angle, probably magazine trying to get the photos for their latest gist.

And now we will be in the spotlight, and it worried me a bit.

It’s been seven years since my father had been in prison for the attempted murder of my mom, growing up in a home like that I was forced to watch my parents fight over every single thing.

Something even as insignificant as a glass of water— it was crazy.

Apart from the fact that my father is usually drinking, he was a very violent person, someone who uses his fist to resolve every single problem, and my mother— small and defenseless was always his victim.

The yelling…the crying…my mother’s tears… everything has made me who I am today—suffering truly builds character.

“Ping!” A noisy notification entered my phone, and I glanced down at it, the message was from my best friend Paloma, just as I wondered what it could be, another message came in, but this time with an attachment.

Is she out partying again? She only sends images when she is out partying, drinking and dancing like some sort of hooker. A frown crossed my face as I opened the message, and yes! She was partying.

“Hey, sorry I couldn’t make it to your mom’s wedding.” The first message was an apology, I had invited her for the wedding, but she turned it down immediately claiming she had baptism or something, and that she was so sorry, blah blah blah and couldn’t make it.

And now, she is at the club?

I felt betrayed, she needs to have a good explanation for this. “But that isn’t the reason I am texting you.”

“Why bother tell me you ditched me when I needed you the most to go sling back some drinks— I paused for a while, and then cleared the message, sucking in a deep breath.

‘Calm down, Angel,’ I encouraged myself.

“What is the reason you texted?” I sent that message instead.

“It’s Flynn…” She replied almost instantly, and my eyes narrowed. Flynn is my boyfriend. “He is at the club with some girl, and they are making out.”

My frown deepened.

That isn’t possible, Flynn is a nerd, he barely had time to leave home, and he wasn’t the type of person to party or go to clubs. And he loves me so much, he wouldn’t so something like that to me. I had also invited him to the wedding, but he couldn’t make it because he had to go to some mathematics competition.

“You are joking, right?” I typed back, very fast. “If this is a joke, then it isn’t funny.”

“Why would I even joke about something like that?” she typed back too, and almost immediately she sent another attachment. My face went cold and my eyes widened, as I stared down at the picture, she sent some more and it was indeed Flynn.

He was making out with some blonde girl in the bar, and I felt my eyes sting, I wasn’t about to deny this wasn’t my boyfriend.

“That fucking bastard,” I cursed out so suddenly that the driver glanced at me from the rear mirror, his eyes held concern, but he continued driving either way. I swiped away from the messenger and called Flynn, it rang for a while before he answered it.

“Hey baby girl…” he slurred into the phone, and my eyes narrowed. He was drunk.

“Looks like your competition went excellently well…” I snapped mockingly, my fingers tapping aggressively on my thighs, trying so hard to suppress the urge to drive my fist into something. “You are obviously drunk, and to top it up, you’re cheating on me? How could you be so shameless?”

“Chillax,” He slurred again. “I just came here to take a few drinks, you are so freaking uptight about everything.”

I was about to say something, but the words were cut short by a high pitched voice.

“Who are you talking to?” I heard the voice of a lady, probably the one he was shamelessly making out with.

“My girlfriend” he answered confidently, as if I wasn’t on the phone as well.

“The dumb one.” She blurted and then laughed hysterically.

“Yeah,” he chuckled too.

I let out a sharp sigh, I pinched the bridge of my nose, and shook my head, I can’t allow them insult me like this.

“Well, I am glad you have found a girl who isn’t dumb that would put up with your bullshit,” I continued. “It’s over between us, don’t you fucking call me again.”

“What, I—” I ended the call before he could say anything more, I wiped the tears from the edge of my eyes, its worthless crying over a man like that.

And then, Paloma hasn’t been a very supportive friend to me either, she didn’t send that picture because she was concerned for me. It’s because she has every reason to mock me, and now I get all the small shades she had been throwing my way.

“I guess going to that bar is more important than being with me in one of the most important moments in my life.” I texted back. “I don’t think I can keep being friends with you.”

I slammed my phone into my purse, fighting the urge to scream out loud.

“Thank you for the ride,” I told the driver as I stepped out of the car. I was hit by the cool evening breeze, and my eyes widened in surprise, as I was standing in front of a fancy, ultra-modern mansion; something that came out of a family centered drama. The gates opened and I walked in with my mouth hanging open.

There was a fleet of super cars parked at the sides, and there were manicured shrubs for decoration, and beautiful flower pots arranged. My head whipped from right to left, as I took in my surrounding in amusement.

Mr. Wolfe is the governor and he also owns a big private school one that was passed down to him from his parents. And from the small conversations I had with my mother, she told me his parents were also very rich and influential, so he comes from old money, but I never expected anything this luxurious.

I felt a small gasp escaped me when someone suddenly collected the bags I was holding.

“Good evening madam,” A young woman, seemingly in her late twenties greeted me softly, a soft smile spread across her lips. “I will help you with your bags.”

“Thank you.” I muttered with a huge smile on my face, as I followed her towards the main building. Mom had texted me that they might come home a little later, and I could settle in first.

“Are you going to show me around the house or something?” I asked as we walked up to the front door, a small smile reached my face. I stepped into the mansion, and it was almost as if time froze. My eyes lit up, staring at the silvery chandelier that hung majestically in the center of the living room.

Maids flooded the room, taking things, some of them rushing to arrange things probably preparing for the arrival of the couples. My eyes widened as I stepped forward, my eyes scanning above the stairs that stretched leading towards other rooms.

“I was hoping to see the new bride instead.” I heard a deep voice that was both gentle and seductive, I felt myself freeze, and goosebumps peeled from my skin. I whipped my head towards the direction of the voice. And my jaw fell open…

There he was, his green eyes gleaming, he stood imposingly tall, towering over me, about 6’2ft or more, he had sharp facial features, and in a way, he looked a lot like Mr. Wolfe.

I blinked…

This mysterious stranger seemed to be in his early twenties, with deep set eyes, and a lot of piercings. He was dressed to cover every part of his body, except for his face. He wore black ripped jeans, and black leather jacket, that seemed oddly familiar, and then my eyes widened in realization— this was the same stranger that I saw during the wedding. The mysterious man who came dressed all in black, and even wore a mask.

“At first I was worried he married someone young, I wondered if he didn’t care about his reputation anymore.” He muttered again, tossing the red apple in his hands before finally bringing it to his lips. I stood on guard, my hands reaching slowly into my purse; trying to get my pepper spray.

“Are you stalking me?” I snapped as I finally pulled the bottle free, aiming it at him, and he took one step back. “I saw you at the wedding, and now you are in the house? How did you get in?!”