tattoo boy

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Angelica's POV ☆ |

I sat in the car, worried. My head leaned back on the seat and my fingers pressed on my head, holding it in place. I huffed and puffed while shaking my left leg in annoyance.

He just pisses me the hell off sometimes...

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Vinnie's shadow walk towards the car, and because I already had an attitude, I rolled my eyes and looked out the window, showing Vinnie I was raging at him.

The car door closed, shaking me for a tiny second, then the car started up. We hadn't pulled off yet, but I heard a wrapper.

"Want some gummies?" He shoved the bag of gummy bears in my face, tilting his head my way and his eyes looked droopy.

Still feeling my attitude, I shook my head and leaned more towards my window. I heard Vinnie suck his teeth before throwing the bag back in his lap, and pulling off to reach the penthouses.

"What's wrong with you now, Ang?" His face twisted and he gave me attitude back while he drove with his eyes directed at me and not on the road.

"I'm so infuriated with your bullshit." I out rawred, crossing my arms and looking away.

"Your vocabulary is so strange. Do you say the word infuriated instead of angry?" he ignored my statement and continued to chew on his gummy bears.

"Is that all you were fucking focused on? I pissed off at you and you're not even paying attention. A damn asshole." I rolled my eyes and slightly raised my voice. Now he looked threatened.

Strangely, his voice was blurred and the only thing I could hear was the sound of a car horn, honking loudly at us. That's when I noticed the school bus hurling towards us.

I tried screaming at him but it's like my voice wasn't reaching him. I kept repeatedly screaming out his name but he wasn't listening.

Then my vision went black and I was being woken up by his worried voice.

"Angie? Are you okay?" He woke me up from my nightmare.

"You were screaming my name," I could imagine him smirk in the dark.

"not what you think asshole." I turned over, trying to relax my heart.

What type of dream was that?

"You kick in your sleep, ya' know?" he faced my back, rubbing to shoulder to calm me down.

I remained quiet, trying to forget the dream I had just imagined. Was that a memory from that day? Why did that feel so real?

Vinnie moved his hands up my shirt like he always does to comfort himself and me.

"Hey, are you actually okay?" he sat up, studying me.

"your heart's beating like crazy."

But the truth is, I wasn't okay. I was quietly letting tears seep through my eyes with my back to him.

"ang?" he softly whispered, leaning over to my side.

"yea, I'm okay." My voice snitched on me, cracking.

There was a dip in the bed before he leaned back, hugging me from behind.

"It's okay Ang. You can talk to me." He comforted me, assuring me that it was safe.

"That day is still trying to haunt me vinnie. It-it's trying to seep back in." I finally sobbed, still with my back facing him.

"what day? The day with your parents?"

"yes. I just had a nightmare that you-" I tried to form the words but the knot in my throat choked it out of me.

"okay. You don't have to think of it anymore." He stroked my arm, letting me cry it all out.

"I feel so guilty because I hated my father. I really did. I hated his side of the family too. They all hated me and believed his manipulative lies." I cried out.

"I hate how they...how they just abandoned me. I hate how he manipulated me to seem like the bad person all the time. I hate how I wasn't good enough. I hate hate hate it all and that's the part I'm most guilty about. I'm guilty because I have a sort of hatred towards my mom. After all, she never defended me or left him."

"and that's okay Ang." he kissed my shoulder, trying to calm me but letting me still cry.

Is it really though?