Angel, Devil and I

Chapter 1

     I felt like I was being kidnapped when I'm the one who put myself into this mess. Hiding in the trunk of a car in an abandoned parking lot is not exactly the best place to be at for the entire night. I mean, what could I possibly do? There was a short but sturdy-looking man with a suit too big for him, watching me walk past blocks and blocks and wouldn't stop prying into my soul so managing to find this miraculously unlocked car and hiding in the trunk of it was the best decision I had ever made in my entire life.

     Damn you clouds for spitting on that horrific night. It was too cold for me to be wearing a skirt. Way too cold. Shivers went up and down my spine as I crouch myself into the darkness of this smelly trunk. Who the fuck keeps their mud pile of socks and jerseys in the trunk and not wash them? It was honestly the worst smell after the stench of baby's shit diapers. I waited for minutes. No, hours and the sound of pouring rain got louder and louder. Had Mr Hyde left? Or was he watching this car waiting for me to get out? Okay, the safest thing for me to do was to put myself out of sight until I knew when the coast was clear. The cramps I'll get will be so worth it knowing that I'm still alive.

     I tried to turn my self around in this trunk but it was too much movement and I was afraid that me moving around will make the car move. Yes, I was scared. In fact, terrified. This crazy town has the weirdest weathers. It has the most bizarre people. Signal cough to Mr Hyde. My phone had died, my sweater got ripped and I left it hanging, and my Uncle whom I used to live with is now dead. So I decided that this heart-warming stroll during this glorious night would take my mind off grief. And now I don't know where I am. Though this town is small, I personally haven't visited every street as I have a life.

     All my life, until the past year, I had lived with a parent who never embraced love. Who never willingly came up to me to tell me that I am safe or okay. My father, whom I have never met apparently left my mother after getting her pregnant. How romantic! My mother became an alcoholic once I turned five when she finally realised that my father was not coming for her. When I was fifteen, she promised me that she will stay sober. She said she will care for me. She said she will stay with me until I find someone for me. She said she will love me. I kept believing her word for so long until I graduated from high school and turned eighteen. My mother left me at our little house, with no food, no money. Waited for three days without anything to comfort me. The third night I was left abandoned, I said to myself that I can heal from an absent mother who promised you everything but left you instead. I decided I shall not forgive her, and instead forget her. So I moved in with my cousin slash best friend Theora. I know every family has its problems. I admire those that stick together so said to myself that staying apart keeps us together. Like I said, everywhere I go, death trails right behind me, and now Theora's father, my Uncle is gone due to a sudden heart attack.

     I began to cry. I was bawling my eyes out. I couldn't stand the mess I'm in. It was too overwhelming and my mind had drifted off into the dark wilderness, hoping to find some light. I didn't care about the pedophile who may be watching me hide in the trunk of the car. I didn't care about my numb feet. I didn't care about anything at that point. The rain started to ease quite quickly and that was when I heard footsteps approach the car. Oh shit. It's the man, I thought to my self, my heart started to beat like African drums and my breathing accelerated. This night can't get any worse. I heard the driver's door open and a person jumping into the seat. They seemed to be drunk, having the night of their lives, and I'm here stuck.

     The car grumbled as the driver took off, beaming rough RnB music. My ears were dying. But at least, I knew I was safe. I wanted to get out the trunk and scream into this driver's face for turning the music up so high but at the same time, thank them for not locking their car. Stupid ass! When this person arrives at their house, I'll be safe and secure and without anyone seeing, I'll act all innocent and walk towards their front door asking for a charger. See! I am very organised and my mind is full of plans.