Upon waking up I was met with a pounding headache. Tell-tale evidence of a hangover. But this was worse. Possibly the worst hangover I'd ever personally experienced. Why was it so much worse than usual? I thought back to the course of yesterday evening but only found a void of memories. Apparently, I blacked out. But I didn't remember drinking that much.
When I eased myself up on my elbow, I saw a water bottle awaiting me on the white acrylic side table. I sit up completely and the nausea swirls in my stomach. Just as I lean forward to hoist myself up and into the bathroom, something crimson steals my gaze. A note. With a kiss?
The notepad is printed with swirling letters and a set of lips. When I read the words, I double over and release the contents of my stomach into a trashcan next to my bed, seemingly placed there by...my angel? I think back and bits of pieces of the evening come to me. The woman. The way she cared for me. The way I felt in her arms. Some sort of connection.
I had to find her. Thank her. Repay her. Date her. Something. With reverence, I place the notepad back onto the side table and use the restroom. The fridge is stocked with leftovers that 'Engel' ordered me. Everywhere I looked there were reminders of her. My clothes, neatly folded. The kiss on my nightstand. My shoes were lined up, as were the alcohol bottles. The mirror in the bathroom had a note written in lipstick: "You got this." Complete with a pair of angel wings. I chuckle to myself and snap a photo, resisting the urge to post it to my Instagram story. I want this to myself...for now.
But what I must do is open up my social media and block Sadie Wyatt on everything. She committed a grave betrayal and she's dead to me now. I wish Angel would have left me with a copy of the video. For some reason, I trusted her with the video. I didn't know her in the slightest but everything I'd found was reassuring and felt like home.
She was my Angel and I had to find her. Immediately, I tapped a contact on my phone and held the ringing device to my ear as I made a call to my manager. I instructed him to reach out to the hotel and club to find out any information he possibly could about Angel. For now, it was time to get ready. Before I do, I tear off the page from the notepad, fold it gingerly, and place it in my wallet.
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Three months later at the Sydney, Australia airport.
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Three months. Ninety-two days since I'd seen my Angel. Engel. This wasn't me. I don't fawn over women. They chase me. It's easy. It works. Sure, it gets boring and I'd love a chase right about now but who was I to complain? Angel told me not to give up. I've kissed my fair share of toads since I met her. Not to say the women I've been with are unattractive in the slightest. But no one compares to the connection I felt with Angel.
A pair of angel wings on the inside of my wrist greeted me when I looked down at my hand in my Uber. The tattoo was a constant reminder of the kindness shown to me by my angel. If she hadn't left the note, I would have questioned whether or not she truly existed at all.
For weeks my manager–Ty–had searched for information on Engel. I don't even know what I was looking for or what I would say if I found her. By all accounts, she didn't exist. He even went so far as to have the hotel management check the security cameras when she entered with me, but she always kept her face out of frame, even on the elevator.
A sigh escaped my lips as my ride pulled up in front of the Sydney airport. The trip to visit high school friends had been a great one. I needed something to wrench me out of my slump since getting drugged by Sadie and this did the trick. I shoved Angel out of my mind and chided myself for dwelling on her so long.
She was an enigma. And always would be. At 10:00 am on a Sunday, the airport was bustling. The noise greeted me as the sliding glass doors pulled open, along with a blast of artificially cool air from the vast entrance. I make my way toward baggage check and the red-headed clerk nearly lets her bubblegum fall out of her mouth when she catches sight of me. Her eyes peek around a family of tourists who are decked out in "I <3 Sydney" gear and it brings a sly smile to my lips. I don't think I'll ever get used to this attention.
Red shoots her shot and attempts to convince me to stay in Sydney for an extra night, promising to make it worth my wild. While her proposition is tempting, I need to get back to Germany. Two weeks have passed since I last streamed and I try to avoid such long breaks. As a competitive gamer, I need to stay sharp.
After checking my bag, I make my way to the security line. The line is long and I amuse myself by posting a draft on Tik Tok. I add the caption: Back to Berlin and watch the 'likes' and 'comments' roll in. The positivity from my fans brings a smile to my face that quickly vanishes when I get a notification that my flight has been delayed for six hours. I let my head fall back as I groan audibly.
My hangovers have become more frequent since that fateful night in Los Angeles and this morning is no different. I shuffle along in my line, glancing around aimlessly. That is, until something catches my eye. No, not something...someone.
It's her rear end that first grabs my attention. Everyone knows I'm a big booty fan and she certainly delivers, a raspberry pink tropical skirt graces her curves. She's bent over, playing peek-a-boo with a toddler. Suddenly, she stands up and turns in my direction. The mystery woman is in the next line over and she's delayed as someone stops to bag their liquids. We are almost neck and neck and I do a double-take, but she notices my glance and I swear she smirks, never making eye contact.
A few minutes of ogling later, I finally look back down at my phone to keep from being so obvious. A new post about me by a popular paparazzi account catches my attention for a bit too long. When I look up, my mystery woman has vanished and I kick myself for losing her.
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THE NEXT SEQUENTIAL CHAPTER WOULD BE THATCH DESCRIBING THE FIRST TIME HE SPOKE TO MALIA IN CHAPTER 3 (TESTIFY)
SORRY I'M JUMPING AROUND SO MUCH! I'M TRYING TO BE CONSISTENT WITH THE PLOT AND ALSO DO ENOUGH BACKGROUND CHAPTERS. FROM HERE ON OUT, IT SHOULD BE SEQUENTIAL.
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