It's Raining Jerks

Chapter 5

Angel's POV~

No, this can't be. No. This isn't what is supossed to happen. I kick the sand beneath my toes furiously, but it doesn't put out my anger. I hate him. I hate him so damn much. Why does he have to destroy everything I love? Why does he destroy me? I feel my lip tremble in fury or with nostalgia, I don't even know anymore. I feel ripped from the inside again, ripped of all my emotions. Ripped of her. My mother.
This is all his fault. Why was he born? With what purpose? To ruin my life? To tear me to pieces? I clench my jaw in an attempt to swallow my tears. Men don't cry. But I feel a wet drop slide past my cheek bone, meeting my jaw. I wipe it off quickly and instead succumb myself to the feeling of hate, of fury, of rage. Jason will pay for everything he has done. He can go to hell and I'll meet him there.
I feel a gentle hand touch my shoulder, awakening me from my pureless thoughts. I turn around to gaze through Isabel's dark eyes. "I'm sorry for screaming at you," she mumbles. Her face looks dissapointed, filled with sadness. "But that's the only way you ever listen," she says in a low voice.
I frown, understanding everything now. "This is not even about me, right? You don't even care about me," I growl, making her flinch away from me.
"Of course I care about you!" Isabel bursts, indignified at my words. "But not everything is about you Angel. Stop being so egotistic for once and look around you. Jason hasn't done anything, to you. He--"
I lift my eyebrows and cut her off abruptly. "Jason hasn't done anything to me? Really? Are you going to defend him?"
Isabel looks disgusted by me for a second, her eyes impassive, her eyebrows furrowed, her lower lip stuck out in disgust. "Don't you understand? You're blaming the wrong person," she says in her last attempt to convince me, but she knows it isn't possible. Jason isn't innocent. He took what was most important from me.
And he needs to pay for it.
"Get over him Isabel. He is never going to love you!" I snarl, not noticing how deep my words cut into her. I watch as her jaw jumps, trying to keep the tears out, but they overflow inside her glassy, brown eyes and spill over the edges. She quickly wipes them away with her fist.
"Go to hell." Her voice breaking as she says the words. Then she turns around to walk off, but I grab her wrist gently.
"Isabel. Isabel, sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." I follow her as she walks off, her feet burrying in the scorching, soft sand. "You can have Jason! Oh, come on Isabel! You can have the shithead if you really want to, just don't leave me," I yell after her, even if she is a few feet away. She loves it when I'm scandalous.
Finally she turns around, her eyes no longer red with tears but her face deadly serious. "Fine," she hisses. "Just shut the hell up Angel." Yup, she loves it.

We arrive at the beach once again. Everyone oblivious to what had just happened back at the restaurant. Fernando and Mia are gone, probably to take a walk, or make out in a corner where Salvador won't complain. Speaking of Salvador.
"Hey, where's the food?" Is the first thing he asks when we arrive. Then he takes one quick glance at me and then Isabel, and I can almost hear something click in his head. "What? What's wrong?" His dark eyes are filled with concern and awareness. "What happened?" He repeats himself after we don't respond, his eyes lighting with a sudden flame. Salvador is filled with fire, something great about him, but also horrible since his temper could take endless heights.
Isabel finally speaks, her arms crossed over her chest and head facing downward. I wonder what she's thinking. Probably of that asshole. "Jason happened," she says tersely.
"Jason? Didn't we send him a clear message? Was it not clear enough?" Salvador grumbles.
That is when I finally notice something is wrong. His eyes look distracted, tired. I decide to let him take a break. "It was nothing, don't worry man. I don't think he'll be coming back."
He seems to ease a little, but his look stays the same, a mix between hurt and annoyance. "And it will stay that way."
I nod and slap a hand to his back. "It will," I say as I turn my gaze to the ocean. The waves lap over the sand furiously. It will.