Anything But A Fairy Tale

Leading Up To A Happily Ever After

    Once Angelle reached her house, she parked in the garage.  She groans as she notices her favorite persons car already parked.  Jennie.  Angelle sighs as she gets out, straightening her shirt and pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.  With a brave breath, she shuts her cars door, walking to the garage door.  She walks inside and gently shuts that door, removing her shoes.  It was quiet.  With a curious glance around, she walks to the kitchen, and spots Jennie sitting at one of the stools by the counter, drinking straight from a whiskey bottle, a cigarette hanging from her fingers loosely.  Her head was cocked to one side, and she was giggling.  Angelle then realizes she’s on the phone. 

    With a silent sight, Angelle quietly treads past the woman, over to the fridge.  Once she opens the fridge door she frowns, noticing they were pretty much out of groceries.  Angelle scowls, but then notices a jug of Sunny D.  With a smile, she grabs the jug, shutting the fridge door, turning around. 

    Jennie was looking at her, still on the phone.  Jennie raises her cigarette to her mouth, and inhales, blowing the smoke out towards Angelle.  Angelle, frowns.  Jennie knew she wasn’t supposed to smoke inside.  Where was Angelle’s dad when she needed him.

    “Hey Taddums?  Yeah, my daughter,” Jennie sneers, “is home.  I’ll call you later baby.  I love you too, bye.”

    Angelle rolls her eyes.  It wasn’t hard to realize that she was talking to her boyfriend.  Yeah, her BOYFRIEND.  Jennie was cheating on Jackson, the man who gave her a place to live, a place to sleep, and a place to be loved.  She was abusing that, and Angelle knew that.  But for some reason, she has never said anything to her father.  She was to scared to, because he loved her.  When her mother died, he was a wreck.  She can’t put her father through that again, not a chance in hell.

    “Hey there brat,” Jennie says, crossing her leg over the other.  Jennie smiles at Angelle. 

    Angelle frowns, knowing somethings up, as she grabs her favorite orange plastic cup, filling it with Sunny D, not replying to Jennie.

    “Don’t fucking ignore me,” Jennie growls, taking a swig from the alcohol.  Angelle sighs, that’s the Jennie she knew and loved.

    “Sorry, I’m just having a bad day.”

    “It’s gunna get worse, if you don’t go to school,” Jennie says, giving Angelle ‘the look’.  Angelle frowns, not going to take her shit.

    “Look, you’re not my mother, you can not tell me what to do with my life.  Just...Just go back and talk to your boyfriend, I’m sure he’d love to hear from you again,” Angelle says with a frown, taking a drink from her glass.  Then Jennie blinks.  Then starts to laugh.

    “What the hell did you do with your hair?  It looks so stupid!” Jennie roars with laughter, tears forming in her eyes.  Angelle’s stomach does flips.

    “Looks better then your graying dirty blonde rats nest on your airhead,” Angelle says with a bright smile.  That made Jennie stop laughing.

    “Excuse me?”

    “You heard me.”

    “I dare you to fucking say that again!”

    “Okay.  Looks better then your graying dirty blonde rats nest on--”

    CRASH!

    Angelle screams as she splashes her Sunny D over herself, in attempts to dodge the whiskey bottle that was hurled at her skull.  It missed, and hit the stone counter right beside her.  Angelles eyes grow wide as she turns to look at Jennie.  She has never been that violent with her.  And Jennie looked absolutely pissed.