L'ANGE DÉCHU- MANXBOY

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN- BLOODTHIRSTY

POV SWITCH AGAIN. MIGHT BE HAPPENING MORE THROUGHOUT THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS.

|WARNING‼️ GORE! VERY DISTURBING CONTENT AHEAD|

ANGEL DECKER

It's been a little over an hour since Zhayne left, and I've still seen no sign of my mother yet. I haven't been able to do much but sit still, think and worry. Sitting here in my old bedroom hasn't provided me with as much relief as I initially thought I would. I'm still scared and on edge.

I stared at the ring and twisted it around my finger, watching as the large diamond glimmered with every slight movement. I never thought that one piece of jewelry would be so dreadful to look at. The awful feeling this ring gives me is indescribable. Getting engaged is something one is supposed to feel over the moon about, but it has managed to send me in a downward spiral. I haven't been able to think straight since he slid this onto my finger.

I wanted to take it off for the sake of my mother not seeing it but I was so scared of what Zhayne would do to me. I know he'd find out somehow, so I wanted to prevent any sort of trouble. But at the same time how can I manage to hide this from her? So many things have changed and I'm sure she'll begin to ask questions and expect answers at some point. But what the fuck would I say?

I sighed, feeling the tears build up but I held them back. I was much too exhausted to cry. Everything was overwhelming at the moment, but thinking too deeply about things wouldn't get me anywhere. Being with Zhayne for these last couple of months has taught me that above anything else. There's not much sense in dwelling on it if there's nothing I can do about it.

Ugh. I ran my hands over my face in frustration. I hadn't even got the chance to enjoy being in the comfort of my own home because I was too busy letting my mind take over everything else. My mind now...it's a very dangerous thing. At times I wish I could shut it up but I couldn't. I can't. I was going to search for something to distract myself when I abruptly heard the familiar sound of keys.

My heart nearly stopped beating as I was moving on my feet before I could even think of anything else. I silently thanked whoever is out there for the sudden interruption. I was rushing down the stairs and standing in the middle of the living room, waiting for the door to open.

My body shook as felt my throat tighten up. I promised myself that I wouldn't be emotional. It will be hard, but I have to be strong. I can't show any sign of weakness in front of her. At least, not anymore. I clenched my hands into fists and remembered to hide them in my sleeves to prevent her from seeing the ring.

A couple of seconds later, I saw her. My mother, in one piece. For just a quick moment I saw her eyes light up for the first time in years, letting me know that she was truly happy to see me, as I was her. More than she could ever know.

She smile widely and dropped the bags she had been holding before she made her way over to me in a hurry with her arms open, ready to take me in as she always did whenever we separated for long periods of time. I met her halfway and embraced her tightly in my hold, not giving her a chance to close the door.

Having my mother in my arms again felt so surreal. I couldn't begin to process this fully. It seemed as if it were too good to be true. I thought I'd never see her again. I pulled her closer to me and stuffed my face in her neck, enjoying the feeling of being whole once again even if it were only for a little bit. I would take this over nothing.

After holding one another in silence for at least a minute or two, she pulled back and placed both of her cold hands on my cheeks, taking in my appearance. "My baby. How've you been holding up?" She cooed, stroking my face with her thumbs. I answered her with a small good, to keep it short and sweet. "Where were you? You weren't here when I got home earlier." She informed me, placing a kiss on my forehead before gathering the grocery bags with my help and closing the door, heading for the kitchen.