She’d ranted and raved, and even as she did so all she could think was how nice his arms had felt around her. An inward curse sounding, as she hated herself for how weak his touch had made her feel. He had always been her rock, though so many had always assumed it was the other way. She’d seen him get sober, helped others get sober too, and then the loss of them all had nearly driven her to the brink of the very thing she despised but Desiree had kept her from plunging over the edge. Hurt, wounded to the emotional bone, Angelina was an animal backed into a corner…the only instinct that was starting to make since was the one to fight and she’d never been an overly violent person to begin with, though many of the others in the crew had been.
She’d watched his face as words were thrown at him, watched as each one hit their mark and tore deeper the wounds her own agony was already causing. She hated it, she hated hurting him, she hated that he had hurt her, and still she continued till her last words struck home and she thought at that very second he’d turn heel and leave. She’d almost expected it even, but instead he moved towards her, taking shaking frame in strong arms and forcing her to face him as he spoke. The words he spoke she tried to ignore, she didn’t want any more excuses, she had her truth already, he could leave and let her lick her wounds in peace.
He spoke of leaving and she inwardly screamed No though her lips did nothing to voice the inward pleas. He’d always been a man of pity, harder on himself than any of the others, it’s what had drawn her too him and what had made him stick out from the others…he wasn’t like them, not fully. Fighting the urge to pull away from him and doing her damndest not to listen, Angelina froze in her slight fidgeting at his next words. Prison, both parents, she’d never in a million years thought her own name on the list of wanted boosters. She’d simply been the place they hung out, but then her mind reeled as she realized she’d helped launder the money for their operations, even if she’d done it unintentionally. Was she upset at Tumbler or Sphinx for this? No, just at herself for being so foolish as to think she’d be able to walk away scot-free over the whole deal.
”I don’t need your protection Stan.” The only thing she could muster in response to this information before he continued on with he plea for her to understand him, the reasons he left, and why he’d come back. Hearing he’d gone back to drinking hurt her, he’d fought for so long to stop and the fact he’d gone back to it disturbed her, a look at him though confirmed he was sober now and probably had been for at least awhile. Good, at least he’d gotten that straight again, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle him as an alcoholic on top of everything else. He spoke of loving her and loving Desiree, before he released her and headed back towards the door, that blasted door she’d stared at more times than she’d like through tears thinking of him and how he’d left, died, and vanished without her ever getting the chance to say goodbye.
”Then for gods sake, Stan, prove it." She didn’t move towards him, but she stood there, eyes pleading for him to make a stand instead of turn tail and run, to face the music and in time their daughter, together. Desiree would be back in a month, surely that’d be enough time for them to work out some of their issues before having to face her…but it all depended on what he did next. He had to make the next move; she was done playing chess alone and wanted a partner. She’d never needed a man to stand behind or in front of her, she’d always needed and wanted on that treated her as an equal and stood beside her. She needed him to stand beside her.
"Please.”
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Angelina Uris
An Angel In Waiting
Club Alien Owner
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Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon,
cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone.
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