Angel with a Shotgun || h.s. (MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 2: Memories and Flower shop

Chapter 2: Memories and Flower shop

ANDIE'S POV

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Ugh! What in the world is that sound?

I covered my ears with my pillow, blocking the beeping sound.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Stupid alarm clock! Who even invented alarm clocks? I swear I'm going to hunt him down and smashed it to his head. Well, he might be dead by now but still!

I grabbed the annoying thing and threw it somewhere.

Crashed!

Ah! Silence! Now let's go back to sleep.

I closed my eyes again. I was about to go back to my slumber when my phone rang.

"For fuck's sake! Why won't you people let me sleep?!" I yelled angrily as I answered my phone.

"Ehem!"

"Oh! Hi daaaaaad!" I quickly changed my tone. Shit! I'm screwed.

"What did I tell you about cursing Andrea?"

"Heeee! Sorry! That won't happen again." Sounding sweet and innocent as possible. I hate it when he's calling me Andrea.

"Fine. Anyway, Good morning sweetie! Go eat your breakfast and come to the office. Okay?" My dad is sooo bipolar.

"Yes daddy! I'll be there soon. Byeeeee!"

"Bye sweetie. I love you!"

"Mmm." I hummed.

"Andrea!"

"Oh! Geez! I love you too daaad! Happy? Bye!" I heard him chuckled then the line went dead.

Ever since my mom died, dad has always been like a mother to us. Even though his busy at work, he always find time to check me and my annoying brother, Charles. I was 5 years old and Charles was 7 when our mother died. They said she died at a car accident.

A year after my mother's death, my dad got us to train self-defense. We were taught different kinds of martial arts and handling guns. I was just 6 at that time and I never understand why. But now, I found those things helpful.

My father got married to her childhood sweetheart, Michelle. My step-mother was really good to us. She treats us like her own children even though she knew that she'll never be like our mother.

She gave birth to a baby girl named Sunny, which we all love. At the age of 16, me and my brother decided to move out.

He lives next door. He was always this protective brother and it's sometimes kinda annoying. But I still love him and he doesn't need to know that part.

I really miss home. If only mom was still here, I bet she'll never let us leave.

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I quietly got out of my bed. I saw my alarm clock on the floor, already in pieces.

Oh good! Now I've got to buy a new one!

I quickly got in the shower and washed as fast as I could. After making sure I'm clean, I wrapped myself with a towel.

I went straight to my walk-in closet which is just connected to my bathroom. I grabbed my nirvana shirt and tight jeans.

I combed my hair and apply an eyeliner. I'm not really into makeup and eyeliner is the only thing I can handle.

I slipped my vans and jogged going to the kitchen.

Once there, I opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice. I drank from the carton, not bothering to get a glass. I ate some leftover Chinese food from yesterday.