Mirage [n.h.]

eighteen

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As soon as I found my dad waiting at the bus stop just a few walks down at the apartment I carefully kept an eye on him. He just stands there and waits for the bus to come pick him up. He keep on looking from right and left knowing were the bus might go. A few minutes later, a black Lamborghini appeared in front of him. The car door went open and he hopped inside. My feet led me to the bus stop sign as the fancy car droves off to the west wing. I quickly eyed the plate number of the car were it says BA 11856.

The plate number can be an evidence were I can track my father. I decided to follow my dad from the west wing with my car.

From when I turned left I didn't see the car anywhere. I guess I'm too slow on this investigating work. A big huff of breath was released from me making me all think that I'm a stupid person. Why didn't I just ask my father about his job? Why do I have to be so mean at him every time he's around? Those questions really bothered me right now. But what's really bothering me is the guilt that I'm feeling.

The guilt from the past few days were I yelled at Ysabelle making her think that she's wrong about my life. Where could Ysabelle be right now? Why didn't I see the goodness inside of Ysabelle? Why can't she just magically pops in out of nowhere were I need her like a fairy godmother?

I covered my face with my hands trying to prevent myself from crying again.

"This isn't what I wanted to happen." I whispered to myself.

I'm all alone inside the car trying to find my fishy sneaky father and trying to sort myself up. I tried to remember happy thoughts that has happened from the past, especially when Ysabelle's ghostly presence is here with me..

"If you should just follow your heart, none of these would happen. Tsk." A guy voice sounded behind.

I swiftly removed my hands from my face and I saw a black tall guy wearing an all-white dress? And he's sitting behind me at the front seat were he's holding a stick? What the hell?

I screamed at the top of my lungs then the black man tries to keep me quiet but I refuse. If this is robbery, he can now take everything except my life.

"Ssshhhh! Quiet! I am not going to hurt you!" That made me stop from yelling inside the car. His hands try to adjust my glasses up on my face. "There. You alright now?"

"Wh--who-who are you?" I nervously asked.

"You don't know me? Come on boy! We've been together for" he uses his fingers to count. "21 years."

"21 years?!"

"Yep! Okay let's have some introduction around here. My name's Nicholas your guardian angel." He says with his black american accent. The name Nicholas somehow rings to me also the guardian angel. One thing that popped into my mind is Ysabelle.

"Your my guardian angel? How come I can see you? And what are you doing here?" I queried.

"Well, that my friend is something I don't know. I'm just here to protect you, give you some advice."

"Advice? Advice for what?" Life advice? I don't need that. Do I?

"Keep yourself together." He begans shaking my shoulders making my glasses falls from my eyes. "Ooops, sorry about that." He laughs. Somehow he resembles Ysabelle's giggles. 

I adjust my glasses on my face then I started to ask questions. "What do you want from me? Why are you here? And why is my guardian angel a nigga?" I confoundly asked.