Cheated [NaNoWriMo]

Midnight Day 6 (Rewind)

Roger hovers over her shoulder as she rereads the email from Alfred. Her tears still roll down her cheeks as his words sink farther into their caused wounds. The ache simply gets worse the farther Angelina reads on.

A large hand rests itself on her shoulder and she glances back. Roger smile sadly at her as he wipes a few of her tears away with his thumb. Her makeup is running, but he doesn't care. She's still beautiful to him.

Angel turns back to her computer screen.

Hope things can go back to the way they were before our relationship,

Al J. Williams

She quickly slams her laptop screen down, putting the computer into hibernate mode. Roger's eyes go wide at her sudden burst of anger, but he doesn't ask her any questions.

Angel spins around in the chair she's seated in and looks Roger dead in the eye. Little pools of tears still brim in her eyes as she holds the remaining few back. She's not going to cry over something she knew would happen.

Her eyes slowly move towards the floor, she's embarrassed that she let this happen to herself again.

**

The men always tell her it's something more than a one night stand, but it's never true. They're always gone before she wakes up in the morning with a pounding head ache. Those men didn't call her nor did they ever come back to her. To them, she was worthless; she was something to rid them of their needs.

She thought Alfred was different though. His eyes were soft when they came into contact with her's. Her heart fluttered the moment he touched her wrist. She didn't pull back when his fingers came into contact with her scars. Angel didn't want to seem weak to him. She wanted her own one night stand.

When she awoke the next morning though, she didn't have a head ache and he was staring into her eyes.

They were at his little apartment, but he was still there beside her. He hadn't run off to work or gotten into the shower, he had stayed to greet the morning with her. His gentle smile warmed her heart as he asked her what she wanted for breakfast.

She spent a long time wondering what she should do. Would it be appropriate to leave now and eat by herself at her place? Should she stay and get to know him better? He did invite her to his bed after all.

In the end, she rubbed her eyes and smiled at him in return. She asked for a simple mug of hot chocolate. Every morning after that in which one stayed over at the other's for the night, hot chocolate was what they drank with their breakfast, or was their breakfast.

Angelina was finally happy, but she didn't know how to react to the situation she found herself caught in. All she wanted was to make someone else feel worthless, but she didn't. Instead, she made someone feel like the world, only so they could toss her down into the mud that they created.

Something she never understood was the fact that she was too nice. Everyone would tell her that. Okay, she's nice to almost everyone she meets, but no one knows the amount of harm she causes to herself. The bullies she had in school are nothing compared to herself.

After that first night with Alfred though, she could finally say that she started living.

Every following day was filled with joy that she couldn't even comprehend, but she still smiled. Every day was filled with laughter, a sound she didn't know she was capable of producing.

She surprised herself after half a year without burying a razor into her wrist. Roger was overjoyed, and Alfred was... he was glad.

He had helped Angel, which was something he was proud of. Al got Angel a studio in a workshop a few streets over and she had received the largest studio at that.