anika & angus

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angus was content at the moment, his pale icy hand entwined with anika's swooshing through the cool air, numbing the sensation of the wind slicing their skin like sharp knifes. his eyes were watering due to the harshness of the wind. anika was staring off into the distance, looking at nothing in particular, "what are you looking at, love?" his voice was sweet, humming near her ear. "nothing, just looking." some days angus felt like hijacking a car and driving into the sunset with his mighty queen beside him, yet he couldn't drive and didn't contain any type of license.
     
angus was tired, his body aching for a peaceful sleep full of soft sheep, soft music and no interruptions, but lately his parents have been going off the deep-end with their constant arguments, one of his siblings was so disturbed by it, he asked to sleep with him the nights when it's bad. angus felt bad for the littlest kids, the boy was used to his father having a rather reckless tongue and his mother having a heavy hand that never sent a strike towards his tipsy father but at the innocent blue walls.
  
"i think my parents are divorcing." angus said out of no where, immediately grabbing anika's attention. seriousness made her eyes grow larger, "why would you think that angus?"

"because they hate each other. fuck, they fight all day and night, the kids cry, i can't sleep. m-my mom shouted that she hated him last night and he left in an angry hurry." anika grasped his hand and pulled him over to an empty bench, where they sat. "i'm sure your parents don't hate each other angus, they are probably stressed, tired and have some pent up anger."

"i guess, i kinda hope you are right,"

later that evening, angus walked to door 612 with anika by his side, "i'll see you later, anika." he kisses her cheek and softly flutters away.

when he enters his apartment, fear hit him in the stomach, as if a train struck him. he glanced around at all the broken vases, glasses, dishes and ripped to shards pillows, at first it looked like a robbery, but who would rob the lee family? they weren't poor, but surely not wealthy. his mind stopped playing the horrible scenes he had seen on the television of robberies gone wrong when a small child entered the living room, her hair was a messy bundle on top of her head with small awkward bows scattered throughout. the girl was his sister, age four, name-- linda.
     
"gussy," that's the nickname all his siblings called him when something was the matter, he sadly walked over to her and kneels in front of her, hoping to stop the tears from falling down her angelic face that resembled his. "they were fighting, gussy. daddy's gone, mama is in her room. she sad." angus's soft lips kisses his sister gently on the top of her head, his lips almost got lost in her ugly hair, "tell the others, i'm home. i'll go and see mom."
   
this was always the awkward part, comforting his mother, he knew truly what to do when she bawled her tired eyes out, did he hug her tighter, or whisper that it will all get better when he knew it was a cold lie. his fist knocked on the door, hoping not to make it fall off its hinges due to the amount of times it's been slammed and punched this week alone.
     
"mom, are you okay?"
     
she was just staring at the television, emotionlessly gazing at nothing she'd remember later. "no, but mommy will be okay sweetie, don't worry about me." angus ran to his mother, like a stressed fool and clutched her so tight that he could feel her sad little heart pounding against the top layer of her skin, trying to make its escape. "i'll always worry about you mom. things will get better this time, right?"
     
"i hope so, angus. i hope so."
 

angus is such a caring character and i secretly love him.