Love Addiction

Aiding The Enemy

Angel's POV

May 24th....It’s been a whole year. Why the heck am I even thinkin’ bout it, it’s not like I care; I don’t care. I need some juice or somethin’. I walk out of the nursery that was turned into my office and head down the hallway that leads to the right wing of the hospital. Dodgin’ hanging lights and broken glass as I make my way to the kitchen; I have this feelin’ that someone’s followin’ me though. I hear footsteps behind me every step of the way. As I get to the kitchen I walk over to the knife drawer and quickly open it, pull out a knife, and turn around holding the knife to the person’s face.

“Well, someone’s being paranoid,” says my bodyguard, Zachary. I let out a sigh and put the knife back; I need to put a bell on him or somethin’.

“Sir, you have a visitor,” he started

“He's on his way up to your office.” When I heard that I started sprintin’ up to my office; it can't be him. Anyone but him! I burst through my office door to see my biggest mistake starin’ back at me, with that devilish smirk on his stupid face. The nerve of him to just run up on me outta the blue, like ain’t shit happen just a year ago!

“Hey baby, mucho tiempo sin verte.”(long time no see) says Diablo as he stands from my chair.

“Don’t call me that, you lost that privilege.”

“Oh c'mon mi flor don't be like that,” he hands me some marigolds, but I throw them to the ground. Does this fucker honestly think he can buy my forgiveness; no amount of gifts can change what happened.

“Get out. Or I'll make you.” I say threatening him, hoping that he'll just listen to me for once and leave. He looks taken back at first, but his usual smirk returns to his lips before he walks past me. He stops at the door frame and whispers,

“I still miss you, you know.”, before completely leaving my office. Once I was sure he was gone I picked up the flowers and put them on my desk. It'd be a shame to waste perfectly good flowers. I then hear a knock on the door and a cop walks in; ok now I'm real confused.

“Mr. Gonzo I need your help to take down this man.” He pulls a picture outta his pocket and I can't believe who’s face is on it. It's Diablo. He wants my help takin’ down the devil himself. I can't even explain how happy I was. I can finally get back at that shit stain for fuckin’ with my feelings the way he did. He then starts tellin’ me that if I can just stall his cocaine hand-off at the dock down the road of 8th street, that I basically won't get arrested for any crime I commit for a whole year. I'd be an idiot not to accept that deal, so I shook his hand and said,
“Pleasure doin’ business with you.” Looks like I gotta dust off my acting shoes.