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Angelina Prudence

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As soon as I got home, I made my way to my bedroom and tossed my Birkin bag onto my vanity. I threw myself onto my bed and reached for my phone in my back pocket. I opened my messages and got ready to text caleb. I thought about typing and deleted it, I don't want to seem desperate. I shoved my phone back into my pocket.

I got off my bed and made my way to my closet and changed into a silk set of pajamas. I made my way to my white desk that I bought myself for Christmas from Luxe Decor. I pull open a drawer and take out my album and looked through family pictures. My heart aches everytime I think about Mommy and Dad in that tragic accident. I envy how Cordelia looked just like mommy even on her worst days. She didn't deserve to look like that angel. That's when my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of objects hitting the ground coming from downstairs. I tiptoed out of my room to peep over the stair railing.

I noticed the devil incarnate kissing some man that was dressed head to toe in Gucci. If he thinks wearing Gucci makes him rich he's not a real rich man. I peered over the railing and snarled, "Get that broke ass man out of the house now Cor," She looked up from her boy toy, "Don't forget your place little miss thang." Did she really think I was really about to back out easily? "I wouldn't have to get out of my place if you'd just stop bringing home every thing that walks. You have to start facing your reality and the reality is they don't come with you because you're attractive or anything, they come home with you because your a stupid rich bitch."

Delia slipped off her heels and threw them in my direction. I ran back into the room dodging them and I was about to close the door when she croaked, "Can't wait until your not my fucking problem," I closed the door, sliding down it whispering, "Me too."

I text Caleb

Me: Can you come over?

Caleb: Idk, I'm kinda having a family situation

Me: Same. If you can't come over, late night FaceTime?

Caleb: Where is this going Prudence

Me: Get over yourself Davenport

Caleb: Haha ight promise I'll call

Me: Thank you...

I sigh charging my phone and hear a car drive out of the driveway. Relief washes over me until I see my door swing open. "What the fuck Angelina? You ungrateful piece of shit. As long as you live under my roof, mind your fucking business," I feel myself shrink against her angry demeanor. Don't get it twisted, I am not scared of this bitch. She's all bark and no bite. "Get the fuck out of my room! I don't answer to you!" She begins to storm out grabbing a picture frame and throwing it at the wall making her dramatic exit.

I walk over to the broken frame and and flip the picture over. It was my mom carrying me as a baby. I grab the broken frame and begin to clean it up hearing my phone ring. I wipe my tears and see a message from Caleb.

Caleb: I can't FaceTime anymore. Something came up. Sorry I broke my promise❤️

Me: It's fine, I'm busy anyways goodnight.

I turned off my phone and made my way to my bed. I pulled my fluffy coves over me as I started to drift to sleep.

I woke up and found myself in the middle of a cemetery. As I continue to walk, I noticed two big tombstones. The first tombstone had the name Victor Prudence engraved in it. Underneath his name it says "A loving father and husband". Next was his date of birth and death March 13th 1978 - May 6th 2018. The next tombstone says Caroline Prudence, "A loving mother and wife" with her date of birth and death, September 20th 1979 - May 6th 2018. I feel my face getting hot as tears started to run down my face. My heart aches everytime, I wished that I told them how much I loved them. They did so much for me and I was so ungrateful. Next to my moms tombstone lies a small back chest, that's when this lady appears out of nowhere. She looks about my height and has pale icy skin with a black cloak keeping her warm. In a quiet voice she whispers, "Open it." I look at her and ask, "Why should I? What if something bad happens when I do?" Her lips curve into a smile, "Angelina can get scared? Interesting. Trust me, nothing will happen to you as long as I'm here. This chest holds all the answers as to why you feel the way you do. Go ahead and open it." I take another look at the chest and lift open the lid. Inside it lies a folded piece of paper. I take the paper and start to unravel it and read the small writing, 'Cordelia'. "Why does this say my sister's name on it". The young lady got off the tombstone that she was sitting on and walks towards me, "That's for me to know and for you to find out. Just one more question before you go, what did you do to end up here?" I look up at in confusion "what exactly is here?" She begins to giggle uncontrollably, "Don't be so naïve sweetie, we're in hell actually let me correct that, you're in hell I'm just here to show you around." I began to cry in confusion, "I don't understand why would I be in hell?" I know that I can be a bitch sometimes but I do good things. I started to think hard about good things that I have done in my lifetime. That's when I remember that I donated to charity, when I gave my old dolls to a greedy orphan. I blurt out, "I donated to charity once." She began to laugh again, "You're so silly. You're not in hell because you don't give to the poor, your in hell because of this," that's when she pointed behind my mom and dad's Tombstone and behind it laid a smaller tombstone with the name Kianna Pryce written in big bold letters on it. I started to fumble with my words, "But I didn't kill her," the lady came and place her hand on my face and sighs, "but you did." I take a closer look at her and see that she's me.

I wake up in a cold sweat. I'm breathing heavy and look at the time. I opened my phone and go to my contact list.

FaceTime Caleb...

I hear his deep voice ring through my headphones, "Hello? What time is it?" I twirl a piece of hair in my hands as I bite my lip, "It's 1 am. I can't sleep," I hear shuffling on his end, "Sorry about that, want to talk about it." I sigh, "It was just a bad dream." He finally looks at the camera, "I didn't think you were the type to get scared." Why do people think that I'm indestructible , I have feelings too. That when Caleb's voice got soft, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, You know you can trust me right," I roll my eyes. Like hell I can, he'll just tell people my secrets like all men do. Use me. At least in this relationship we're using each other.  "I actually I enjoy your company" He says. "Thanks," I said playing with my hair, "I actually needed to hear that." I sigh, "Anyways, what progress have you made with the Blasian bitch?" He gets defensive, "Don't call her a bitch, be nice. We're fine, I'm using the friendship angle right now." There a deafening silence until he speaks again. "Nice top," I look down at my silky tank top and realize how much cleavage is shown. I blush awkwardly and sit up. I glance back at him watching him smirk. "I would say nice shirt but you're not wearing one." He chuckles, "Are you complaining?" I scoff, "I think Ace beats you in the built category". "Yeah okay, as if Mr. Perfect could beat me in anything." I look at my nails, "Didn't he beat your ass in the hallway," His voice gets low. "Say that shit again and watch what happens tomorrow when I see you at school." I roll my eyes once again and he interrupts me, "You keep rolling your eyes, I'll make sure they get stuck up there." He's bold. I like bold. "Whatever Davenport, goodnight," He waves, "Goodnight Angel." I hung up and grabbed my credit card. Nothing makes me feel better more than some online shopping.
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