𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃.
In which Angelika Madsen, in order to shine in her father eyes and arise in a male's nest, has never finished walking that parallel road that everyone around her was going through.
𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐨𝐜
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･｡ﾟ: ∘◦☾◦∘｡ﾟ.
𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚗𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 - 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚍𝚎𝚗
Angelika opened her eyes and looking around with a slight confusion, she yawned widely. She was lying on the left side of the bed and the blue sheet, with which she had wrapped the night before, was smeared at the bottom of the mattress. A soft light, coming from the large window overlooking the inner courtyard, illuminated the girl's bedroom. She hadn't even noticed that she'd fallen asleep, much less that she'd had a busy night. She didn't usually change her position while she was sleeping, so it seemed odd to her that she woke up on the other side of the bed. Even stranger was part of the outfit no longer present on his body and the second pillow on the floor. Then she thought of the events of the evening before, and she understood that the possibility of having contracted a quiet sleep had not been successful. A scare like that could never have matched a baby's sleep. Angelika reached out to the bedside table, tapping the wooden surface several times in search of the mobile phone. She shrugged annoyed, hearing the deaf noise of something high-fiving the carpet. Fuck. She leaned out of bed and turned horizontally on the mattress and, looking down, she tried to grab the object on the floor.
«Guten Morgen.» (good morning) Her mother's warm and enveloping voice caught her by surprise. She tried to squash a word, but the only sound that came out of her lips was a roar of pain after hitting her head against the bedside table. There was a lovely laugh behind the girl and the latter, busy massaging her forehead for the pain, could not do anything but make that laugh with her. For Angelika it was not a novelty to stumble to the left and right and, after all the times in which she found herself smeared somewhere sore, his family and his friends had become accustomed. Adaleine walked away from the door and, going to meet her daughter, helped her to get up. She had already been warned about the unpleasant facts that had seen protagonist the young woman of the house, but looking live that boyish face more than swollen created a crack in the centre of her heart. Instinctively she stroked her hair, an almost imperceptible gesture due to the delicacy used, and she placed some hair locks behind her ears. She didn't say anything. She was standing in front of Angelika and she didn't say anything, she just stroked her. But the more her mother remained motionless, without making any sound, the more Angelika felt the need to let herself go again. Because Adaleine had this power. She was magnetic, she emanated serenity and she was the human version of a safe place where to snuggle up and feel protected.
«Your father made breakfast, they're all in the kitchen waiting for you.» At those words the young woman was banned, taken back on the news that her whole family had stayed at home on a normal working day. She was certainly aware of the reason, but the same she was surprised. This meant that Alistair and Victoria had left York, where they had spent a month on work issues, the night before only to be present at this family repatriation. Not that she distressed it as a thing, quite the contrary. She was happy to see them after that time frame. She just didn't expect all this noise.
