Into A Lovely Woman (on-hold)

Chapter 12: Angel

Chapter 12

Angel.

Can God be crueler than this?

Do we really have to share everything I own? I mean, everything Kylie owns? I don't want to appear like I'm the villain and she's the angel, or something. This night is going to be the worst one. No, I mean, the worst so far.

"So... " Angeline sat on the side of the bed, playing with the stuffed toys Kylie used to play with. I got her two pillows with orange pillow covers and a blanket. I placed them on the little couch on the corner. "Here you go. Sleep tight." I slightly teased.

She just stared at the things I prepared for her. "What?" I shot a sharp glance.

"You can't just treat me like that." She was speaking in this calm but commanding voice.

"I don't understand. I haven't treated you so bad." I defended myself, like there's a need for me to.

She stood up and smirked at me. "I believe I deserve to be treated with respect and dignity." My voice suddenly became a sound of an empty air. Angeline walked a little, like a supervisor delicately studying every object in the room. Even I was an object.

"You should play your game nice, if you want to find the things you should really be discovering by now. You've wasted a lot of time already." And by the words she'd spoken, I suddenly had the idea of what she was talking about  and whom she was talking to - Kyle.

"Who are you really?" I asked myself if my mind was just playing tricks on me, or am I in a nightmare. This was all strange. This was all unexpected.

"I'm your angel."

"What?"

"Treat me right and I'll help you."

My heart pounded a hundred times, or gazillion times? I don't know. It was just that things like this are hard to believe in. The atmosphere became cold and somehow dark. It was almost like the earth will open a hole from the ground and eat me whole. Angeline's sharp eyes were looking at particularly nothing. What was she thinking? She took a few step towards me, closer and closer. I wanted to move backwards, but my feet has just been glued to the floor.

Angeline raised her hand and started doing something familiar - something my dad used to do when I was a little boy. Whenever I was nervous, my dad would pat me on the shoulder and give me his sweetest smile, showing his set of beautiful teeth. I envied those.

"Come on you two! Let's all gather around the table now!!" Beatriz shouted.

I had to stop breathing for a few seconds. It almost seemed like I was gonna have a heart attack. When Angeline touched my shoulder, I had a vision of my dad, drinking alone in our house. It was dark and quiet. No one was there but him and his shot glass. Was that for real?

"Let's eat?" Angeline flashed me a smile and walked downstairs. It was an innocent smile. It was very different from the sharp glance she shot me minutes earlier. Was this some kind of a magic? Or double personality? Or is she crazy? I guess, maybe. I don't know and I really don't wanna know for now.

 ***

I looked at the ceiling as I wait for my eyes to close and my spirit to finally fall asleep. I can still sense Angeline awake, her heavy breathing fills the air. "Would you stop that?" I annoyingly told her. She sounds disturbing and my spirit just became more wide awake. "Stop what?" Angeline asked. I couldn't quite figure out if she's playing games with me or really just trying to annoy me. "That heavy breathing! I can't sleep." i can't believe she was this immature, trying to seek attention in a way I'd hate. "I don't need to breathe, really. I can survive without oxygen. I'm an angel, remember?"

She seems like she's telling the truth. Then who was it?

I turned on the lights and I can still hear the annoying sound of air coming out from someone else's nostrils. "So, who is it then?" I can't take this anymore. Angeline looked around, and just have to gave a little laugh. "You'll be freaked out if I tell you."

And the noise didn't let me sleep all night.

 ***

"Shhh. She's awake."

I heard soft whispery giggles. I opened my eyes to see Angeline standing in front of me. The curtains were wide opened and my eyesight were just blinded by the morning sun.

"Good morning, human."