Angelic Love- A Castiel Love Story

Chapter Five

Although it was a basement, it never smelled bad. Robin thought this was really weird and she wanted to know why it smelled how it did, but she decided that it was just because the house was ready to be cleaned. As quickly as she could, she went to the cabinet to grab cleaning supplies. She got Pledge, Windex, Ajax, wood polish, the mop, and the vacuum. She set them down in the kitchen.

Before she started to clean, she went back to her room. In the hallway, she went past her mother's room. She could smell the stench of marijuana drifting out of it. This is what happened when her mother wasn't abusing her. Sometimes, Robin considered stealing some of her mother's marijuana to smoke it, but she knew that if she got caught, she would get punished again. Besides that, she knew the risks of doing drugs. She didn't want to permanently damage her lungs if she continued living.

She always makes sure her room is orderly and clean, but she knew that she would have to clean it again anyways. The carpet was pure white, her desk spotless. Her bed was perfectly made and it smelled like the woods after a rain storm. She loved her room, because it was the only thing she could make her own.

She walked to her bathroom and pulled the gauze out of her cabinet. She also grabbed some Polysporin and bandages. The fluid, like Neosporin, went easily over her wounds. She specifically got the largest bandages she could for these circumstances, which fit perfectly over her wounds. Slowly, while wincing, she wrapped the gauze around her torso. Now she could hardly feel any pain. Before, when the beatings first stared, it took days for them to scab over. Now, she's grown used to the pain, and it doesn't take too long for her to grow numb to it.

She left her room and started walking back towards the kitchen. Again, she could smell the scent of marijuana smoke as she passed her mother's room. She ignored it. When Robin got to the kitchen, she noticed that the cleaning supplies were nowhere in sight. In the next room over, the living room, she could see the supplies, strewn all across the floor. Wondering how they got there, she went and picked them up. Again, she could smell rotten eggs, but didn't know where it was coming from.

Back in the kitchen, she started cleaning. Lifting up a bucket into the sink, she poured in bleach. Then turned on the water faucet to create the mop water. It was rather hard for her to lift it out of the sink because of her injuries, and soapy water splashed all over the dirt covered floor. She had a hard time walking on it, and her feet kept slipping. So she wouldn't have to keep standing on the water, she backed off of it and dipped the mop into the bucket. She started scrubbing the kitchen floor, and immediately it looked cleaner. Throughout the wood and tiled parts of the house she did this. Wood polish was added when she got to the wooden floor. She took a break and waited for it all to dry. 

Next, she grabbed the Pledge and sprayed it on top of the refrigerator. She then wiped it off with an old washcloth. The same was done to the counter, the spice rack, and the cabinets. Then she wet down the sink and covered it in Ajax. Liquid plumber was poured down the drain, because it was having trouble draining. She also cleaned the window with Windex and a paper towel. The kitchen was now sparkling, and it thanked her silently for her cleaning it. Grabbing the cleaning supplies, she started walking towards the living room, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw something black retreat towards the dining room. Suspicious, she set down the supplies in the living room and went towards it. But after thoroughly inspecting the room, she was sure it was just her eyes playing tricks on her. She went back to the living room.

She turns on the vacuum. In an instant, the crackling of dirt hitting the inside of the vacuum cleaner can be heard. This floor is disgusting, too. She goes about the house, vacuuming all the carpeted rooms. Throughout the time she is cleaning the carpet, she has to empty the waste three times. Dust has also built up. The rag is filthy. There are smears and water stains all over the windows, which quickly come off when she wipes them clean. This room sparkles now too.

Silently, she cleans the rest of the house. When she's done, there's not a speck of dust left. But, she wonder's if she should clean her mother's room too. Walking towards her mother's room, she hits the smell of smoke again, but also something else. The stink of rotten eggs is prominent here, and she soon figures out it is coming from inside the room. Opening the door, she hits a wall of smoke. She coughs, unable to bear it. 

"Mother? Would you like me to clean your room?" Robin calls.

"No, you bitch. Get out of here," her mother's raspy voice replies.

While turning around, Robin sees clothes all over the floor, and the nightstand covered in ashes. Her room is always stinking of smoke, but right now, since she's actually smoking, it's worse. Again, she smells the rotten eggs and spots something odd. On the window sill, there is a yellow powder. "You sure you don't want me to clean your room?"

"Yes. NOW GET OUT!" her mother yells at her.

Robin quickly gets out of the room and heads back to her own. She's really confused about the yellow powder, and quickly decides it's sulfur. Why is there sulfur in her room? she thinks to herself. She decides to push that out of her mind, no matter how odd it seemed.

Instead, she busies herself with her hobby in her room. Although no one knows it, Robin paints masks. All styles are displayed in her room- cat masks, Venetian masks, nature masks, everything. It's what she loves to do, and the only thing that keeps her mind off of her terrible life. 

She sits at the desk in her room where she keeps her art supplies, which have been gifted to her by teachers, who feel sorry for her. She grabs a mask base, a paintbrush, and paint in all sorts of colors. Soon, after decorating it, it becomes beautiful. This is her true passion. Her dream is to move to Venice one day, and work at one of their mask shops.

For now though, she'll have to deal with her life. She's always known this, ever since her dad died, and her mother started to abuse her. This is almost all she's ever known, at least since she was 3 years old. Her life may be hell, but it could be worse.

The cuckoo clock in the entry hall chimed 7 times. 7 pm. Robin sighed. "It's been a very long day," she said to herself. 

Her bedroom light flickered. She looked up and again, dismissed it. "I'm tired, and I'm just imagining things. I need a nap, and then maybe I'll stop seeing all these weird things." 

She went to sleep.