Oh her? She's My Angel(Trixya)

Chapter 4:Katya

Katya's POV
I was ready to be home in my bed. It was 8pm and I was aching for a nice bath and a glass of wine. I knew that Mr. Paws wouldn't be home. Today was the second day that I woke up without him being there. He was a heartless bastard, just like his mommy. As I grabbed my things to leave the office, I decided I didn't feel up to cooking. I ordered takeout on my way to the car and picked it up on my way home. The drive home was peaceful. I stopped at a red light and looked out the window. I saw a couple holding hands and walking down the sidewalk, they looked happy. I gave up on that kind of happiness a long time ago. I decided it wasn't meant for me. I saw my parents marriage fall apart. My father cheated on my mother and when she found out, she was a shell of who she once was. But she refused to leave him, no matter how many times he cheated. After she found lipstick on his collar for the sixth time, I heard her finally break downstairs at 3am in the dark. The next morning I asked her why she stayed, I remember that conversation like it was in yesterday's headlines. "Mom why are you still with him?" She stopped washing dishes and looked down, refusing to look at me. "Mom, you don't deserve the way he treats you. Why do you sit and let him do it? You don't even say anything to him."

"Yekaterina that is enough." My mother started to wash a plate without looking at me.

"But mom, you always told me that you should find a person that loves you. Mom, him hurting you isn't loving you!" I was crying without knowing it.

"Yekaterina I said that's enough!" She slammed the plate on the sink and it shattered, just as my heart did that day. My mother had never yelled at me before. She sighed and looked at the broken glass on the floor that reflected our home. "My dear Yekaterina, you wouldn't understand. Love makes you blind in a way and you want it to work out so bad because you're remembering what was and not what is." She walked over to me and reached to touch me, I stood up and walked to the stairs.

"You are right, I don't understand." I packed my stuff for school that morning and left. When school let out, I went home while both my parents were gone. I packed as much as I could carry, wrote my mother a note and left. I told her if she wanted to find me after she let him go, that I would be with Alaska. She never came for me. At the age of 14, I gave up on family and the social construct of love. I continued with my life, I got two jobs to pay for school. I made my way through high school and college, picked myself up off of the ground when I fell, and built a life for myself. My mother put my father before me, before her self, before true happiness. So I learned to put myself first to avoid the pain that she felt. She said I would never understand and she was right, I was 26 and I still didn't understand. I never would let myself. Never.

   When I finally got home, I was so tired. I walked to my door and heard the TV on in the front room. I couldn't remember leaving it on, I don't even use it much. I slowly opened my door and peeked inside, inside I saw a young blond in all white sitting on my floor. I closed the door back and began to wonder who in the hell she was and how she got in my apartment. I decided the only way to find out was to go in and ask her. I took a deep breathe and walked inside. I closed the door slowly and looked at her a little more. She was beautiful, if I wasn't totally confused and panicking, I would take her to the bedroom. She somehow hadn't noticed me. I cleared my throat to get her attention. She looked over at me and jumped up, in her arms was Mr. Paws. "Did you come to steal my cat and just got distracted?"

"Uh no no I didn't come to steal anything actually I came to help." She put Mr. Paws down and played with the short dress she had on. "What I am gonna say may be a little weird."

"It can't be weirder than me opening my door and seeing some random girl sitting on my floor and holding my cat while watching Mean Girls." She looked at me confused and sighed.

"I think you should probably sit down for this." I sat on a nearby chair and decided to listen to what she had to say.  "Well heh I am an angel and I was sent here to teach you to be a loving and more open human." I looked at her and broke out in laughter. She moved her head to the side and looked at me.

"Okay okay thanks for the laugh kid. Now why are you actually here and how did you get in my home?"

"I, uh I just told you why."

"So you're cupid?" She looked even more confused.

"What is a cupid?"

"A baby with arrows who shoots people to make them fall in love."

"Do I look like a baby to you or have arrows?" She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. I looked her up and down slowly, that body wasn't the body of a baby but damn it would be a piece of heaven.

"Aren't angels supposed to be nice and shit," I gave her a grin.

"So you believe I am an angel?" She looked hopefully.

"No sugar, I don't".

"My name is Beatrice not sugar, Yekaterina." She rolled her eyes once again.

"Okay first how do you know my name and second I thought angels had those weird Bible names?"

"I know your name because I'm an angel who was sent to help you. It's my job to know everything important about you and no we don't." She started to looked annoyed with me.

"Oh is that so? Well tell me something no one else would know about me." She sat on the ground and looked up as if she was thinking.

"Well when you were 4, you had an imagery friend named Mr. Bingleberry. He is described as being tall with purple fur and candy corn horns, with candy canes for teeth. You made him up to prove to your mother that you didn't have to brush your teeth every time you ate candy or more like you shouldn't. Because every time you did you lowered your chances of having candy for teeth."

"My mom could have told you that and sent you."

"How could she if she doesn't know where you are? You left your family home when you were just 14 and lived with a friend until college which is when you moved here to LA. So that you could get further away from your mother and father. You only kept in contact with your brother so you wouldn't feel 100% bad that you threw your whole family away."

"Okay okay stop. I don't need a run down. If you really are a you know what, why are you here?"

"You can say angel you know? You won't burst into flames even though you should considering the stuff that I read about you. But I told you, I was here to teach you to properly love."

"It's not that I don't know how to, I just don't want to."

"Well I am here to make you want to." I rolled my eyes this time.

"Well how on earth do you think you're gonna do that Miss Beatrice?" She walked over to me and poked my nose.

"I have my ways. Now let's get down to business." I held up my hand to stop her from continuing.

"Woah before we do that, I am going to change into something comfortable and eat." She nodded and turned to play with Mr. Paws. I got up and walked to my room. Did I actually believe this chick? Maybe she was just crazy? Maybe I was crazy? But how did she know about my mom and Mr. Bingleberry? I told no one about any of that stuff, not even Alaska and Sharon. But somehow, this random girl knew. I changed into shorts and a cut off crop top, I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and walked back out into the living room. I looked around to see where Beatrice was but she was no where to be seen. I walked around until I heard her voice from outside on the baloney. I walked out to find her floating in the air while on the phone. She saw me and said bye to the person or thing on the other end. "You know, you could have convinced me you were an angel by just doing that and not bringing up the past right?" She shrugged and let her feet touch the ground, walking past me back inside. I followed her inside, closing the door to the world.