Shattered Illusions

Chapter 11 - My Guardian Angel

Allysa's POV:

I never thought I would witness a miracle. But I guess God has his own mysterious ways. After giving me pain to last a lifetime, he finally sent someone as enchanting as Alex. Yes, he is my miracle. What better a miracle than your own guardian angel who is there to protect you no matter what.

After the beautiful tryst in that rainy night, I woke up in Alex's room to find myself all disoriented. I didn't know where I was until I looked around at the whole black themed walls and closets around me, myself tucked under a white duvet carefully on a soft bed. The bed smelled like him, the scent that's always so intoxicating. Damn, my own personal heaven. I tried getting down on my wheelchair to get to the bathroom and start my day.

Although suddenly, out of nowhere, Eva appeared and pushed me back down on the bed. "Oh, not so fast, where are you going?" I was shocked. I did not expect her to come again after disappearing that day. My eyes filled with tears as I hugged her lovingly. "My Eva, thank you for coming back." She started beating her little hands on me to let her go. Oh, she's so cute. I finally did as she gave me a disapproving glare. "I didn't come here for you, I never would. I hate you. Although, I still have a hate present for you." I looked sadly at her for the choice of her words as she gave me a smug smile. How can my baby be that hateful? As if on cue, my parents appeared from the closet on the far end. "Mom...Dad..." She looked at me proudly as she backed away to where my parents were standing, standing in the middle of them.

I have always been shit-scared of them. I never thought I'd have to face them again. Why are they here? I thought they died. "I am ashamed to call you my child, you're such a disgrace." My mother spit with so much venom laced in her sweet voice. My tears ran freely down my face as I tried to control them. But it was of no use, no matter how hard I try. "Mom, I'm so sorry. I know I am guilty, but I swear I didn't know 'that' would happen." I was sobbing by now, but they didn't care. They never did. "Oh, you're such a liar, I know you staged it all perfectly coz you were being such a jealous bitch." I tried to explain her between the sobs. "No mom, I swear I did not. I just wanted to take perfect care of you. Please forgive me. I beg you. Please let me find my home in your arms again until I fall asleep. Just like the old days." I said with so much hope in my voice. Maybe today. She didn't budge though. If possible, she even got angrier. My father yelled at the top of his choice, "Shut up, you good-for-nothing ungrateful child." I started crying and screeching. I could feel my heart on fire, as though someone was trying to rip it apart from my chest. The three of them just stood there, beyond irritated at the 'noise'. They couldn't see a woman crying for her parents' love and forgiveness. All they could see was a woman they wanted gone from the world, but who was still well and alive, playing the victim card. Was I though?

Having enough of it, my father stepped forward. "Enough of that drama." With every step he took forward, I moved backwards on the bed, until there was nowhere to go, and I was pressed against the headboard. He smirked as I cowered under his stare, scared shitless... just like the old times. He reached me and raised his hand high to slap me hard. I shrunk in my position, hanging my head lower, and wrapping my hands around my body, hoping to reduce the blow anyhow. But the blow never came. The slap never hit me. The door was burst open, and they disappeared before someone could catch them.

NOOOO!! I wanted Alex to see them, to see what they were capable of doing and what were they planning to do to me. He was just a second late. Why?! I was so numb now but sobbing uncontrollably. I could hear Alex's voice trying to reach me, but I had lost all the will to answer back. I cannot take it anymore. Save me!

And he did. He saved me. He gave me home in his arms. He didn't leave me. He didn't get irritated coz I was crying, instead he soothed me down. He didn't hit me or throw me against the wall to leave me bleeding down on the floor. He protected me with all his might. See, I told you he is my guardian angel. But when he asked me that what happened. I just told him that it was nothing, but a really bad nightmare. I couldn't tell him the truth. He would think I'm some crazy bitch, begging for his attention.