Double Date (BEING RE-WRITTEN) Lams-Destiel

Chapter 4 - Angelica's Confession

**A/N - TW: talk of drug gangs.                                        

Also, yes, I know this isn't that accurate. I'll make it fit in the re-write.**

Peggy headed over to Angelica's dorm. Eliza wasn't in their room, so she assumed they must be there.

She went to open the door, but it was already ajar. She could hear shouting.

 Pushing it open, she saw Eliza standing in the middle of the room, she looked like she had been crying - but now she looked angry. Angelica was hurriedly going around the room... cleaning? It looked like she was doing something go distract herself and Eliza from the argument.

"Angelica, please!" She sounded desperate. "Just tell me what happened! You can tell me anything!"

"I did what I had to do to survive, you wouldn't understand!"

"What do you mean survive? What happened to you?!"

Angelica stopped moving, sat on the end of her bed, and put her hands over her face. 

"I can't - I just can't." She cried. Eliza and Peggy pulled two chairs to sit in front of their older sister.

 Peggy gently pulled her hands away from her face. "Angie, you can tell us anything that's what we're here for."

"You sure you want me to tell you?"

"Of course!"

She looked the youngest Schuyler in the eye and felt comfort. She took a deep breath.

"Okay... um.. well:
I had to go because I just needed some space - some time away."

"Why didn't you call us? Lizzie and I were so worried about you."

"You have no idea how much I wanted to."

"Why didn't you?"

"I couldn't risk getting you involved in this too.
Anyway, I got on the first bus I could, and ended up in Louisiana. Luckily, I have a childhood friend who lived there, she let me stay with her."

"Who?"

"Jenny. Two nights later, she took me to a bar. 

Said 'forget your problems, have some fun' so I did. After I'd had a few drinks, I met a guy named Tyler. I liked him, I really liked him. I thought he felt the same about me. He seemed to understand what I was going through. Said he recently experienced something similar. 

We went on a date the next night, and went forward from there. After we had been together for almost a month, things changed. I didn't notice at first, but I should have. 

He began asking me for money. Only small amounts of cash, so I didn't think anything of it. Whenever I spent the night at Ty's, I noticed he had to go early each morning. I always assumed it was for work. He never told me exactly what his job was, but he told me he was a salesman. I guess that was true, in a way. 

Every morning, when we woke up, he would go out and be back an hour or so later, and I would head over to the bakery across the street to get us breakfast. 

But one morning, I decided to go down to his kitchen and try to make him something for a change. When I opened his cabinets, I found stacks of money, bags of heroin and cocaine, and maps of the city. When he got back, I confronted him about it. He got really mad and pushed me. I fell back, caught my side on the table." 

She pulled up her shirt about halfway to reveal a scar just below her ribs.

"He seemed genuinely remorseful, said he never wanted to hurt me. He explained he'd gotten involved with the drug gang at a very young age, it was a way to make extra money for his family, and they gave him a sense of belonging. He'd also heard horror stories about what gangs like that could do if someone tried to leave. 

A week or so later, he said there was an important sale, and if it wasn't made, that person would go after him. He couldn't make it to that sale because his group had an urgent meeting. 

So that he'd be safe - kinda - I went and made the sale for him. 

When the others found out, they said I was officially one of them, and there was no going back. They also threatened they knew where I lived if I tried to get out. I don't know if they knew I lived with Jenny. 

I was terrified, for her and myself, so when I was alone, I called her and begged her to move far away. Thankfully she did. 

After another month, they started getting me to do more for them than just the occasional sale. I had to get out, to get away. I did the first thing I could think of as soon as I could. I dropped the police an anonymous tip about them to distract them, even temporarily and ran. As fast and as far as I could. I managed to get three towns away, before I had to stop. I called Jenny, and got a cab to her new place.

 I'd left all my things at Ty's, but there was no way I'd be able to get them back. By that point, I'd been gone just over two months, and I really wanted to come back home."

"So why didn't you? You left early July, but didn't come back until Mid-may." 

Eliza didn't understand, but Peggy began to. Angelica looked down at her feet and fiddled with the edge of her shirt. "I didn't know if you would have wanted me back after leaving like that... and I - I" she was trying to choke back her sobs.

"What?" Eliza asked.

"No..." Said Peggy, rage forming inside her.

"What?"

"Calculate it Eliza!" Peggy didn't take her eyes off Angelica. "She was gone for eleven months. Two she was dealing with them, which leaves-"

"Nine." Eliza said quietly. Realisation.

"How could you not tell us something as huge as that?!"

Angelica could hardly speak through her tears. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know what you'd think of me, how you'd react."

"We would have been there to support you!" Peggy was furious, but mostly hurt. Why hadn't her sister confided in her? "How could you keep all of this from your own flesh and blood?! I thought we were sisters!"

"We are!"

"Well clearly not! Because family tells each other things!" 

 Eliza was so hurt, and shocked she didn't speak, or even look up. 

"Eliza, if you need me, I'll be at Gabe's!" Peggy stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

 Silence. 

The only sound that could be heard was Angelica's crying. "What happened to them?" Eliza asked quietly.

"What?"

"Your kid! What happened to them?"

"She's with Jenny, she's safe there. She's taking good care of her. She messages, and calls me with updates on how she is almost every day. I go and visit her when I can."

"What's her name?"

"Jasmine. She's turning 3 this May."

Eliza looked up, crying too. "Three years. Three years? Three years you've hidden the fact you have a daughter! And you've hardly even been around for her!"

"I'm sorry!"

"No! Sorry isn't going to cut it this time! I'm going after Peggy. You better find some way to make this right, some way to make us trust you again!" 

She left. Her last words cut through Angelica like a knife: her sisters didn't trust her anymore.

She knew what she had to do to get at least a step closer to forgiveness. She grabbed her car keys, left her dorm, and called Jenny.