Safe

2

Angel didn't see Violet again after that day. She didn't attend school on Friday and then it was off onto the weekend.

She never missed school.

Today was Sunday and he knew no matter what there was one place in the world she'd be today. She had no other choice.

He stood in front of his mirror, fixing the buttons of his freshly pressed polo. He tucked his chain under his shirt and dragged his tongue over his grillz. He contemplated taking them out, knowing his grandma would prefer to see the pearly whites under.

But he decided against it, the women wouldn't judge him either way.

Angel picked up his brush, brushed his hair in the mirror of his bathroom. He had to look good for Violet. She was going to see him today without a doubt. He wouldn't give her any other choice.

"Silver! You ready?!"

The women's voice questioned as loud as she could go. She was sure her grandson could hear her, even if he was up three floors.

Angel flicked the lights off around his room and closed the door behind him as he exited. He walked to the in home balcony ahead and yelled down to his grandma beneath.

"I'm coming don't worry." He knew she wanted to be on time for church, hell, 'early if god called for it.' Her words not his.

By time Angel was down the steps, his grandmas hand was coming to the back of his freshly trimmed head.

"You must grow it back out Silver, goodness your hair is so perfect."

Angel only shook his grandmas hand off. Celine Cross saw her Angel as her pride and joy. She'd been calling him Silver since the day he'd placed the silver fronts on his teeth. The name just stuck for her as it did for his parents since she'd demand they call him that. It was only right in her eyes.

"We gotta go right? Your cars waiting outside for us."

Angel was right. Celine kissed her grandsons cheek as if they weren't going in the car together. She fixed her Prada shades down onto her face and whipped forward, gracefully heading out the large front door held open by a man in a suit.

Angel only shook his head at his grandmothers dramatics. But he still followed after her, immersed in her world and he was just living in it.

The two got into the back of his grandmas limousine. The women already had a glass of scotch in her hand, sipping before the long hours of praise she'd be prepared to give.

Angel on the other hand was dreading the hours  he'd be spending at the church. He wasn't going against his will, and he had to remember his reasons for going. He needed to see her.

He leaned back in his seat slightly, his legs spreading further so he could get into his pocket. He took out a container, popping the lid and placing his elbows on his knees. He placed his finger onto the powder like substance in the container. He then raised his finger to his mouth and pressed the powder to his gums.

Angel hummed slightly, closing the container and putting it back into his pocket.

"My trouble maker Silver." Celine had a grin on her lips while shaking her head, continuing on with her drink.

The drive was calm, the church wasn't far and soon they were pulling up outside. Families were filing out of their own limos. Some choosing to drive to church in their fanciest cars to match their even fancier clothes.

The sight of the church made Angel drag his tongue over his gums, wanting to bring more of the powdered substance into his system if he could.

"Thank you my baby." Celine patted her grandsons shoulder, more so in a way of departing as they both were now out her limo.