Lucas’ POV
It was a picture.
“Who took this?” I was angry but tried not to show it.
She didn’t answer. She looked at her wrist, the one I had hurt and let out a huge breath.
“Can we go in?” She said, staring out the car window.
“Angel, do you know who took this?” I said in a calmer tone.
There was silence; she just continued to stare out the window probably lost in her own little world.
Angel’s POV
Should I tell him? Let out all what I’d been keeping a secret for ages? I just kept looking out the window hoping he’d drop the subject but I kept hearing the same questions.
‘Who took this?’ ‘Do you know who took this?’
Yeah, I knew. My psycho of a sister has been stalking me since she pretended to die. That’s what I wanted to say but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, I wanted to go home and see Katie, to lay on her lap and listen to her try to speak slang in her tangy accent. This was all too much for me to handle.
“Can we go inside, my wrist aches?” I said quietly.
I expected him to force me to speak but all he did was exhale, shrug and open his door. I went to open mine but he was already there, opening it for me. I gave him a gentle smile and hopped out the car while he gently took my un-harmed arm and held it; guiding me to the small hospital. When we got in we shook ourselves from the rain and went to reception.
The place was empty. No patients, the walls a cream colour while it had a reflective blue floors. I hated hospitals, when Papa got cancer most of the time he spent was in places like this. If he had had a choice he would be fixing a car, mowing the lawn or even just watching TV with his family but no… he was stuck in here like a bird in a cage. Lucas stood at the reception desk while I took a seat in one of the chairs that by the way looked very unstable.
He rang the bell and waited for service but no one arrived. So he sat down and waited.
An hour later…
“Are you actually kidding me, it’s been like an hour now and nothing!” Lucas said angrily.
“Calm down, it looks like this place needs to be shut down anyway?” I tried to make it funny but he was still on edge.
“But, you need to be checked out,” He said annoyed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” I said getting kinda agitated with his pestering attitude.
“No it’s not, you’re badly hurt Angel,” He said staring at the floor.
“I’m fine okay, stop worrying.” I said, trying to make it more of a demand than reassurance.
“No Angel…” I interrupted him.
“Yes Lucas, I wouldn’t be here in the fucking first place if you hadn’t gone crazy and broke my wrist!” I shouted.
“Then you shouldn’t fucking ignore me and fucking kick me in the balls!”
“Then don’t bring another girl into my fucking bedroom and shag her where I sleep, prick!” I was starting to tear up.
“Then don’t flipping grind a boy in front of me!” He literally screamed at me.
“THEN WHY DID YOU HAVE THE PARTY IN THE FIRST PLACE?” I was furious, my wrist was throbbing but I was too angry to care.
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Angel Marie
HumorAngel has had a pretty hard life and through it all she's always tried to keep herself grounded. After she ran away to live with her hippie of an aunt she experiences a normal life but then discovers things she has not known before. Trust. Risks Lov...
