The morning was very lazy to me because I went to sleep late. It's all because of my night trip to the garden.
Clinton got up much earlier, waking me up when he tried to get out of bed.
"Horsie, don't go," I mumbled, catching his elbow.
"Babe, sleep" I felt his hand on my tousled hair.
I probably remembered the scarecrow, but I didn't see it in his eyes.
"You in a hurry?" I asked, turning to her back, watching him put on his T-shirt and pants.
I watched as he glanced at the standing mirror, untangling his hair from the grip of an elastic band, combing it with a brush.
"I'm going to the studio, I'll be back in the evening," he said, looking at me through the reflection in the mirror.
"Oh." I nodded, rubbing my face with my hand.
"If you need anything, send me text or call" he turned, turning in my direction "Although I don't know if I won't have to turn off the phone."
"I know," I nodded, yawning.
"Try to lay down, okay? I'll make you breakfast, "he replied, putting a beanie on his head.
"Lovely" I thought aloud, putting my head on the pillow, closing my eyes.
"What you saying?" he asked confused, standing next to the door, turning in my direction.
"Nothing, nothing, go" I waved my hand, laying my head down on the pillow.
Clinton's pov
I was driving the PCH and just missed at Los Angeles, going to Santa Monica. I had one errands to deal with before I could go to the studio.
I parked in front of the block, whose address I found quite by accident. I had to explain something because I knew I couldn't let Angeline find out about it herself.
I went inside, taking the elevator to the fourth floor, and then I found the right door. I rang the bell, feeling anxiety growing in me.
The door opened to me my half-naked brother with tangled braids dangling on his face.
"Clinton, what brought you here?" he asked, rubbing his tired face.
"Let me in" I was in charge "I came to talk to Tash."
"Okay, come in" he sighed, opening the door wider.
I went inside, standing in the middle of a small living room, looking for a dark-haired girl.
"Mitty, baby, where are you? I waited in the shower..." the black-haired girl suddenly came in, wearing a black sliprobe and red lace underwear. Her long dark hair hung wet from her shoulders "What is he doing here?" she asked Mitchel, in her voice I felt uneasyness.
"You know, dress up first. I want to talk to you" I tapped out, covering my eyes.
"Okay, about what?" She sighed, tugging on her robe, sitting down in her chair.
I uncovered my eyes, folding my arms over my chest. I saw Mitchel strutting around the room, not knowing what was going on.
"Bloody hell, you're pissing me off" I hissed through my teeth.
The boy sat on the couch, wandering between me and Tash.
"Tash, I know you and Angeline have been arguing. I don't know what about, but she is very stressed. I saw how many messages she sent to you and how many times she looked through your pictures..." I took a breath "Maybe I don't know how a women's friendship works, but I know how friendship works. You should speak to her. It destroys her very much. My heart aches when I see traces of tears on her cheeks..."
"You know, Clinton, I understand that you're standing behind your child's mother and in general, but you can't see what she's really like. He has problems... on the mental background" said the girl, nervously playing with her hair.
"How is it? What are you talking about?" I did not know what to think. Did she lied or... I did not know. I was confused.
"Maybe I'll start from the beginning" her voice was calm like never before "We met when Angie was still living in Oakland and she was coming to Santa Monica for vacation. We spent a lot of time together. Until one day I found her in the bathtub... - her voice broke" She tried... She cut her wrists. T-that was because of depression. She did it to herself all the time and... After her parents' death she had another collapse, but then she began to only cut. I was with her, but she turned me away. Now... I feel it is too heavy for me. She has you, she has new friends. I can't... It's too difficult for me to be with her. She was never greatful, she always only complained and did not help herself...
I didn't had words. Until I sat down with an impression, hiding my face in my hands. I never noticed the signs, and I should have been. I did not know anything about her... It was terrifying. And I thought I knew everything. However, I was very wrong. I was in shock.
"Clinton?" I heard Mitchel's voice as if in a fog. I felt his hand on my shoulder. I heard all the words like through the fog.
"Yup?" I looked at him, seeing Tash crouched right next to me with worried eyes.
"Mitchel, bring him water, "she said calmly, touching my knee.
The boy got up, probably going to the kitchen.
" Clinton, listen, I'm sorry. You had no idea know, "she replied with sympathy.
"It was bad with her... You know how was it when she found out about the baby?" I looked up at her, feeling faint as never before.
"She was devastated, but I didn't let her hurt myself. I was with her all the time" she assured me.
"I am afraid for her. Please, she needs you, talk to her before she notices that you're meeting my brother. I don't want her to know that I know about it, because she won't trust me anymore. You know how she is like."
"I'll do it, but for your peace. I still feel sorry for her..."
He returned to the room with a glass of water, handing it to me. I took a sip, never taking my eyes off the girl.
"Just do it, please" I begged her.
"I promise, I'll do it in the near future" she stood up, embracing with her hands, as if she felt cold. Mitchel came to her, embracing her tightly, and she released her breath.
That day I changed my look at the character that was Angeline Jensen.
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