MY SO-CALLED LIFE [SLOWLY BEING EDITED]

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 23


ANGELA'S P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning feeling even more depressed than ever. I was not looking forward on going to school because school means Brandon.

I stared at the celing for a minute and begin to wonder, how things would've turn out if I didn't lie to him. I really need to stop thinking about him. He doesn't want me, I'm only a  burden on him.

I quickly got up and headed to the bathroom. After taking a shower I went to my closet to grab my clothes for today.

While getting dress, I hear my stomach grumble remembering that I still have yet do my grocery shopping. I really need to find another part-time job enough to pay my groceries.

Then my mind suddenly lingers back to the time when my father used to starve me whenever I disobeyed him. There were times that he wouldn't let me eat in 2 days and the only thing he gives me is water. I still can't believe I'm here again, in this hell-hole place I once called 'home'. I'm just hoping and praying that my father will never return here. I don't know what I'd do if he did ever come back.

I heard my phone buzz cutting me out of my daze. Looking at my phone I noticed that it was a text message from Brandon.

Brandon: Goodbye Angela! I will never forget you, time heal all wounds. I'm not mad at you for lying to me, just upset and disappointed. Just give me time and I promise I will come back for you.

'I will come back for you' is the only thing that stuck on head. What did he mean by that? Is he living? I need to know!

I grabbed my keys and walked my way towards his house. It was a good 20 minute walk before I arrived at his front door.

I knocked on the door then second after that Carmen opened the door.

"Hi honey!" she said softly

"Is Brandon here?" I asked

Brandon must've told her about my note. She seems really sad and upset.

"I'm sorry Angela but he left about an hour ago. He wanted to live with his grandmother for a while. He didn't really say why, he just packed all of his stuff this morning and called his grandmother and said that he'll come visit once in a while."

"And you didn't dare to stop him?" I asked raising my voice.

She raise her eyebrow and sighed.

"Look, whatever you and my son's going through I'm sure he'll come around it. One thing about Brandon is when he's mad and upset, you need to let him be. He needs to cool down on his own otherwise you'll make it worst."

I nodded and started walking away. "Will you just let him know I stopped by?"

I turned around and made my way back home not really caring if I missed another day at school. I got home slumping my back on the couch while closing my eyes.

"Hello princess!!"

BRANDON'S P.O.V.

"You really should go and talk to her. I can't always lie for you Brandon. I didn't raise you to be a good at lying." my mom yelled.

I was sitting my by window when I saw Angela approaching our house, so I ran and made my mom tell Angela a lie. I know it's a cheap shot but it's my only way of avoiding her. At elast for now that is.

"I know mom, I know I do but I can't seem to find it in me to talk to her right now."she sighs

"Brandon, she's been through a lot, the last thing she needs is for the only person she trust and cares for leaves her." she explained and left my room leaving me dumbfounded.

Those words struck me like a ton of bricks. She's right, Angela's been through alot and here I am, being the asshole that I am when she already said that she was sorry. 

I stood up from where I was sitting then grabbed my keys and volted out of the house. In no time I arrived at her house. I got out of the house faster than a speed of lightning.

"Angela!!" I called out as I pounded my fist at her front door.

"Angela!" I repeated.

Still no answer, I was about to go back to my car when I  noticed her purse and her keys laying by the front porch. I grabbed it, then I began to knock at the door again. I was suddenly beginning to feel sick, I feel like there's a knot in the pit of my stomach.

I took my phone out from my back pocket and dialed the phone number of the person that I know who can only help me. I really don't trust the authority right now, as I am still not convinced about their loyalty to Angela's dad. I called Patrick