A life of lies

A month and 2 days. (Mixed P.O.V.S)

9:35 A.M.-  Angelina:  

   I woke up to Dot licking my face and wiggling his small butt. It was clear that he was in a haste to be let outside to use the bathroom. Slowly I make my way out of bed. Dreading checking my emails. Starting off excited. Hopeful. Thinking that maybe she wrote to me. The floor is cold. creaky. But at the same time, it's wet from the humidity outside. Dot jumps off the bed after me. His small nails struggling to grip the floor before he finally faceplants into the nasty floor. It gives me a little pep in my step. A small amount of hope. Maybe Angel did write today. After all, she has to begin to miss me at one point. 

   The sorrow that fills me when I see her face in our pictures. or whenever I look at my home screen. It brings tears to my eyes. they threaten to burst. I miss her. I regret leaving her behind. I had no choice but too. I couldnt have taken her when I had no plan. No idea of what I was going to do to provide for her. I was working so hard to get my life right. I saved every cent I earned. Minus a small amount to make rent. And feed myself. And keep the service to my devices on. I want her to be able to reach me. Even if it will be awhile before she is ready too. 

  I open my inbox. A streak of happiness shoots through me. I see a new message. But once I look at the sender. Reality hits me like a brick in the face. It isnt from her. Its just from a foreign guy. wanting my card details. Its never from her. I was stupid to think It would be. I give up waiting. I give up refreshing. Hoping that maybe the message just didnt come in. And finnally go downstairs to get ready for another 24 hour shift at work.

8:10 -  Lucas:

"What do you mean I'm Fired?!?! You cant do that! I've been with this company for the past 9 years!" 

  I try to just keep walking. Ignore the fit of rage that my fellow coworker Brian is throwing. I get to my desk and start up my computer. Watching as it moves and bounces on the old nasty desk as Brian slams the door to the managers office and storms out of the building. The company is losing so much money. Theres been so many budget cuts that so many important employees are being cut. Even ones that have been here for years. I know brian will make it in the world. He always has another thing up his sleeve. He's always ready to make things happen. 

  My tired eyes fall on the picture of my beloved girl Angelina. Shes so incredible. Yet so dull. I do everything I can to make sure that all is well. I work 8 hours a day. Yet everytime I get home shes always gone. Alwasy says shes working another 24 hour shift. But I'm not sure that the whole truth. She always keeps her phone locked around me. And her inbox is always empty. Yet she always refreshes it. I know theres something going on. Shes always putting most of her money aside. except for the bare minimum she needs to survive.

I know that shes cheating. She swears she isnt. But I know better. I know the signs of a cheater. For I am one myself. A cheater doesnt deserve a loyal person. Shes closed off around me. She doesnt talk to me much. And she always has a tired look in her eyes. Her dull blue grey eyes. Shes a spitting image of her younger sister. And they were both so vibrant when I first met them. And then they stopped being those radiant people. I hoped that if I took her away once she turned 18 then maybe just maybe she would be vibrant and radiant once more. 

And at the start she was. She was frisky. Loving. So tender and sweet. So romantic. So aroused around me. And then the days went on. And it dulled. Little by little. So did her looks. She used to be gorgeous. But she soon became an everyday face. Plain. I couldnt leave her yet though. Not until Monica and I had officially decided how we wanted things to pan out. But I though I had the perfect plan.

I played with the ring in my pocket as she walked over to me. A strut so full of lust and sexual desire I knoew there was no loving Angelina again. She was plain. Ans my Monica was a flaming red head. With a sexy pout. And the perfect creamy skin. With tight read outfits. It was as if the colour red was made for my Monica. I'd never again find that pitiful sack of nothing attractive again. I regreted taking angelina with me almost imediatly. She was just as I'd said. Plain.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Not edited but hope you enjoy!!!!

-Mouse.