Good Omens| Ineffable Parents

Before

A.N: Angst and Mention of abuse

"There's a question I wanted to ask you if you don't mind.", Aziraphale said while I pretended to read a book from the shop.

I look up, "I might answer it. What is it?"

"You've mentioned a mother before, do you know where your mother is now?"

I look back down at my book, "She's probably still in Spain or maybe Italy. I haven't seen or heard of her for like two years...?"

"She hasn't tried to contact you at all?" I could hear the concern in his voice.

I don't know why but it angered me.

I closed the book, "The first time I ran away, I didn't make it far, a local policeman found me and brought me back. When they left she hit me and told me the next time I decide to run away don't bring the police back to her house. It was a bad look on her."  I roll my eyes, putting the book to the side.

"And you've been alone all this time?" His voice is sad and caring, but I don't look at him.

"...no." I got up and went to my room.

In my room, I grab my old jacket and take out the old flip phone in the inner pocket.
I stare at it as if that will make it vibrate and glow.

It has been the only thing I've wished for the last month. Cried myself to sleep wishing for it to happen.
For the man that I loved for the past three years to call me. To tell me he's okay. 

Perhaps I shouldn't. Why would I be worried for his safety when he abandoned me without a word? Left homeless and an addict.

I don't even know where I'd be right now if I hadn't gotten into the car that night.

I was stupid enough to trust that girl if I hadn't been so desperate to forget my pain for a moment I wouldn't have fallen for her trap.
I went to her place, unarmed and desperate, only to be met with those men who had been slighted by the man that left me. They demanded payback as if I was the key to his demise. No matter how much I told them they were wrong, I was only something he tossed away, they would never believe me.

I always knew some people hated him as much to hurt anyone close to him. But it was the first time I experienced it. I was helpless and in distress, the most humiliating feeling as they grabbed me and spoke of all the horrible things they'd do if I didn't give them information on someone who could be dead for all I knew.
I'm sure they would gone through with their threats if I hadn't been able to escape. Afterward, I was left in pain with bruises on my body, but I ran as far as I could until the cops found me. Luckily they didn't search for me and simply took me to the bookshop. If they had they would've seen all the bruises and scars I had, old and new.

It's a miracle I am where I am now.

I want to accept this kindness, accept this happiness... but I'm scared. I'm scared that the minute I'm happy it will be taken away, scared that this happiness will lead to something worse.