Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel•|3|•

Kassandra K.

I found myself up early in the morning staring at the ceiling. I couldn't thank God enough for the miracle he had done in my life. A tear of joy and thankfulness rolled down my cheek as i smiled to the heavens above. Three knocks sounded at the door before it opened revealing August and clothes. A faint smiled graced his face until he got closer to me.

"You good? Whats wrong wit' cha?"

I wiped away a couple tears quickly. "Im fine, thank you."

"Ight, well hea'. I washed these fa' you and wheneva' you ready we ca' go to the authorities, shopping, all'at." I gave a half smile and a nod.

"You gotta eat first. Can't go out on a' empty stomach." He was nice. "Okay. Thanks again August."

"Ya welcome Ka-Kas- ya know what? Yo name 'bout long as hell and I ain't too good wit' remembering names so Ima call you Kash. Dat coo?" I replied with a Mhm and as quickly as he came, he left.

I went into the bathroom to freshen up before changing into my old raggedy clothes he had washed for me.

After dressing i had attempted to tame my hair. It was a little past my shoulders, not too long. My ends were fucked. The splitting went way past my ends. It was also thick. Nothing to brag about really. I didn't have any experience at all so i found a brush under the sink and took the hair tie from my wrist and did what i could.

Done with everything i made my way down the stairs being extremely careful. One thing i had discovered before i was taken away was that i was extremely clumsy. It was something fun to know about myself though.

An aroma that i hadn't smelt since i was a 7 year old filled my nostrils. My stomach damn near ran to the table. It growled loud enough for August to hear. He turned around now aware of my presence. I waved awkwardly while he gestured for me to have a seat.

It was like as soon as i sat down a plate of food was plunged in my face. It looked as if it was madd for a king. Food was damn near spilling over. "Whateva' you don't eat we ca' save fa' later or discard it." I nodded. I still wasn't fully comfortable talking to him. I was scared to.

I started eating slowly. My eyes mentally rolled to the back of my head in satisfaction. The piece of bacon that i'd been nibbling lightly on was like heaven in my hands. I wanted to devour every ounce of food on that plate but i didnt want to seem greedy or needy.

I could feel August staring at me like his life depended on it. Not being able to ignore it i made eye contact and scrunched my face in confusion asking him why he was staring so hard. His reply caught me off gaurd.

He had to be lying right through his pretty white teeth. "Ya' pretty." I looked around baffeled. I plunged my finger in my chest in a pointing gesture. "Me?" I could tell that my eyes were stretched open.

"Yes, you." I didnt know what to say.

"Um, th-thank you." I had dropped the fork that resided in my hand and dropped my head. I didnt feel pretty. I felt ugly and dirty. No one has ever told me i was pretty or let alone complimented me in any way, shape, or form. I felt as if he just wanted to make me feel better about myself. He only made me feel worse to be honest.

I had this skin disease that kids in my neighborhood would make fun of. Some would say i had paint on me or that my mama was a hoe, which I couldn't deny, so I had two different dads- which was their definition of my skin disease. I hated it. I felt so beneath people because of it. It made me feel like a walking mess.

"Im done." I said removing myself from the table. I went to the door to put on the too little, ran down shoes i owned and waited until August came to the door dressed in a t-shirt and these pants that looked like a cross mix of sweat pants and something else. I liked the way they looked.

"W-what are those ?" I gestured toward his lowerbody. He started to laugh hesterically. I was curious as to why.

"Da' pants?" He asked after he had calmed his outrageous laughter. I nodded feeling out of place.

"Dey called joggers, ya' like 'em?" I gave him nonchalant body language.

"Yeah, nice." He smiled, nodding his head while looking down observing them. I'm guessing he was proud of himself for choosing to wear them.

"Ready?" I nodded my head answering his question.

He had a really nice car. If i was correct it was a Range Rover. We had gotten in and he plugged his phone up and started the car up. As he backed out he looked over at me.

"Feel free ta' play whateva' song ya' want to." I didnt want to seem stupid or behind with my surroundings so i picked up the phone hesitantly and started to scroll through his songs.

I did not fit in with the outside world. I was dumbfounded. I didnt knkw how to do my hair, the latest fashion trends, or even the music people listen to these days. Even though i knew none of the songs, one title had really caught my attention.

Ne ne ne ne ne , ne ne ne ne ne , aagh !

Ne ne ne ne ne , ne ne ne ne ne , aagh !

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think stank

I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think its dank

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

Cocoa Butter Kisses by Chance whoever flowed through my ears. I easily picked up on the chours and song in over and over in my head. It reminded me of Mack.

She was the closest thing to a mother i'd ever had. When i was little my mother had a friend who she had known since she were a kid. Im guessing Mack didnt like the way she turned out and she knew my mother wasnt taking care of me so she would always come and treat me like i was her own.

She had a really pretty skin complexion and always smelt of either peppermint or cocoa butter. I would never forget about her.

I was yanked from my thoughts when I looked ahead of me and saw a massive sized mall. I scrunched my eyebrows up. I was beyond confused. "Um, w-where are we?"

"Da' mall."

"No like what state?"

"Cali." His face held a look of sorry. "You aint know 'dat?"

"No. I thought we were in the rich neighborhood in Chicago when we were at your house."

"Well we in Cali. And i ca' see 'dat you shy an' all. I know what ya' been through an' Im lettin' you know na' i got chu'. Y'een gotta be shy wit' me cause in some ways we da' same. I been through da' struggle too ya' know? You good wit' me an' Ima protect you, ight?" I felt myself wanting to tear up but went against it.

"Thank you." He nodded at me with a curt smile.

"No problem. Na' lets go do some shopping an' shit."

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This is just a little filler giving y'all a little piece of her background and her current feelings lol I'm still mad at Wattpad bout deleting Treat Me Right but I'll get over it eventually.

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