The Perfect Storm 2

Chapter 193

Hey guys!! for this chapter, I've been listening to Butter by BTS on repeat and this chapter really feels like that song :) Happy reading as always!!

Miles's POV

In the past day and a half of being here, I've realized that my relationship with Angela is complicated and in a way, I think it always will be but in another way, I think I'll always be okay with that. 

After finishing her tea, she disappeared into the bathroom and then excused herself upstairs. I've been waiting on Madison for what feels like ages but Angela isn't as bad of a company as I expected. 

I take a deep breath before attempting at the shower. 

I'm not sure what Angela used the money for that I gave her, but it definitely wasn't a new bathroom, at least not yet. My feet lead me further into the room and I can't help but smile, everything inside is made up, entirely new. 

Madison must have not been in the bathroom yet since she didn't mention anything which isn't odd since I only noticed now. I throw my black t-shirt onto the ground along with my pants and the rest of my clothes before slowly stepping into the bath and shower. 

Everything looks much cleaner than I remember and even though I can't put my finger on exactly what's new, I know something is, something is very different about the bathroom and I'm glad that Angela used the money for herself. 

Thoughts start to slowly creep into my head about how that money; all of it belonged to no one but her. That money shouldn't have even been money, it should have stayed as Madison's virginity and the thought makes me fucking sick to the point where I gag, but nothing comes out, not even the blood caught I deserved to have, and still deserve to have. 

After what feels like twenty minutes of pure agonizing bullshit swimming around in my head, I finally stop, notifying that my eyes now have a deathly glare at the showerhead. 

I pop out of the trance and realize that automatically, I've washed my whole body and my hair with random ass soap that I found at the side of the bathtub and a shampoo that looks like it belonged to Madison for some reason. 

I grab a light-pink towel that I can't see anyone but Madison have used and dry my hair with it before grabbing a bigger white one for the rest. 

I slip back into my clothes and find that they smell fresh and full of cologne, a trick up Valentina's sleeve that I'll probably never understand. 

The steam from the shower is now slowly evaporating into the cold air on the other side of the plastic sheet door and as I open it up fully, the bathroom fees breathable again. I quickly check my hair in the blurred mirror only to realize that something's not right again. 

I don't understand fully what it is until I check the front door, Madison isn't back but yet something; a sound is ringing in my ear.

"Oh, Peter." I hear in a quiet sob and my heart starts to beat faster. Is she really that hurt by him? My blood starts to slowly and lightly boil. Not like it does for Madison but because I care for her, I still want to protect her mom. 

I grab my shirt, realizing that I was too distracted by my hair to notice that I wasn't wearing one and since Madison likes it so much I've gotten used to skipping the shirt for just a little longer. A smirk places itself on my face but then I hear the crying again and slowly make my way up the stairs. I cover the few tattoos on my chest with my black shirt and approach much closer. 

My hair is damp now and a few water droplets are making their way into my ear and down my neck as I approach the top, but I barely notice them. The sound of Angela's sobbing being much closer now stings my heart. I approach the top of the stairs and glance down to see just how tall the stairs are and then I face the upstairs floor. It's small but not as small as you'd think for such a crappy house. 

There are thee rooms. One in the middle with a shut wooden door and a small hallway leading to it, one on the left with the door white open and something light-pink in there, and the other on the right with a couch, a green blanket laid over it and a sobbing Angela, with her back turned to me as she sits on the couch. 

The whole thing is window-less and closed off from the whole world, almost as if the second floor is a whole different place by itself.

"Angela?" I question into the thin air of the room with the green blanket spread across the couch. 

My voice comes out raspier than usual as I approach close and I almost don't recognize my own voice for a second. Suddenly the sobbing stops and she turns around to look at me. she scrambles to move but somehow can't. 

Her eyes are watery but she quickly wipes the tears off her cheeks and sniffles once, pretending that nothing happened and that I didn't just hear her yelling out that sucker's name while she was so clearly crying. The thought makes me smirk and I can't help it.

"I thought I heard crying in here," I say.

"No, you didn't." She replies softly and I can tell that she's keeping a giggle from escaping her lips.

"I'm never wrong, Angela," I tell her with an even bigger smirk, and this time, that giggle does escape her lips but then suddenly she starts to sob again. 

My smirk slowly fades and I approach her, her head is turned away from me and that damn picture is in her hand again. The one that looks nothing like me no matter what Madison or Angela say. I sit down next to her and slowly let her lean into my chest.

"She's lucky to have you," Angela whispers into my chest as tears leave her eyes and her hand grips my black t-shirt toward her.

"I know," I whisper, barely audible as I hold her to me.