She wasn’t sure what he’d do and for one breathless moment she feared the worse. She’d been trained over the years to expect the worse, while her persona didn’t allow her to mistrust people; she no longer trusted full heartedly either. He’d changed that in her, along with Rob, and the many other souls that had crossed her path since his departure from their lives. She needed him with her and yet a part of her realized she didn’t crave him as she once had, the days where every second she’d dreamt of him, desired him, and wished for him…were gone. The idea worried her, what if she couldn’t give him what she was in the very sense asking him to give her? What if it was too late? The worry etched in the form of wrinkles across otherwise smooth forehead, till his arms wrapped around her again and the tears that were finally stopping dried on his shirt-covered shoulder.
She stood there for a moment, hearing the door open as another person came in out of the rain, thanks to the door chime, but knowing Craig would take care of it. A deep exhale was performed as a small weight was lifted from her shoulders, the knowledge that somewhere, even if he’d done poorly to show it, Stan still loved her…and despite all her worries and faults, she did love him. She only hoped it could be enough. That it’d be enough for Desiree. ”Oh no! Desiree!” The realization of what they now would have to do slamming into the brunette like a ton of bricks. ”I told her you were dead.” The horrified realization that she now had to explain what she’d done, the lie she’d told, it was enough to cause fresh tears to form in redden eyes once more. ”She’s going to hate me…” Her very life had revolved around the tiny bundle of joy for the past ten years, it was because of her that she woke up every morning and put on the coffee pot.
Angleina had nearly had a stroke when she caught the child hiding out by the pool with some of Tumbler’s old magazines. She’d managed to salvage them from the apartment Angelina kept locked up, or rented out to whomever worked at her place over the years. The girl had been impossible to deter from cars. She’d constantly headed towards the burned out garage, the very one that Rob and Elden had worked to replace and fix up over the years, though it still smelled of burned motor oil and the walls were black from ash. There were a few vehicles in there, Laurie Ann’s truck for one. The blonde had parked it there not long after she found out Toby had left town, promising to come back for it someday…that’d been nine years now. Though she’d gotten a call last week that she was moving back, seems all the ghosts were coming out of the closets these days.
She knew she still cared for Stan, loved him even…but her first priority was Desiree, the girl’s well-being was all that mattered to her. If Desiree couldn’t or wouldn’t take Stan back into her life, then Angelina would be resigned to do the same. She would not lose the one aspect of her life that had kept her going after all these years. She’d pulled away and started to pace as thoughts of their daughter plagued her, of the argument to come, and the words that would need to be uttered…by all of them. ”I missed you Stan, needed you, but I wasn’t the only one hurt in your absence…I can’t make the decision to take you back alone. I’m willing to try, but only if Desiree is. If…if she says no…then so do I.” It hurt to say it, but it was the truth. She was honest with him and she hoped he could understand that and take it at face value. She loved him, but even love couldn’t bridge this gap if their daughter stood between them.
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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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