Fallen Angels

Fallen Angel 4 Rebel

Toni’s POV
Thing about our family is since my mom got married to my dad before her two older sisters did, they alienated themselves from her and that had a huge effect on mom. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so strong anymore. She changed a lot in the few years that me and my older sister were growing up. She didn’t care. She didn’t give three-shits about me or my sister. She still doesn’t.
Anyways, even though I don’t know the entire story, I do know most of it: the eldest sister always marries first, the the middle, then the youngest. Even if its not a girl, this is the family tradition that the Cross’s-my mom’s surname-have held on to for so long. My mom, being the youngest destroyed what was considered sacred in her family and since her parents were and are to old to care, her sisters hated her for years.
At least until recently, when mom’s older sister (the middle child) finally got proposed to; she realized that the tradition and the feud was pretty much useless now, so she decided to wave the white flag. Mom accepted.
And thats the story of why I’m here at my never-been-around aunt’s wedding....and why my mom is such a bitch. Here’s an example:
Since my mom couldn’t decide what to freaking wear to her sister’s wedding we were almost late. And the really funny thing is-by funny I mean sarcastic-she blamed me for it. She also forced me to sit in the middle of a row with a bunch of strangers all staring at me so she could sit at the end of the row and text her friend. I would've done the same thing but she's really immature to do that at her own sister's wedding. Even I behaved better than she did.
After the unbelievably long one-hour wedding ended, there was the after party in a heavily decorated ballroom, wear people were dancing, eating, crying, etc. Mom introduced herself to a few young guys and was busy dancing her stress away while I was at the table with people still staring at me like a freaking eye sore.
I couldn't help but feel bad for dad though; I didn't get to see him a lot 'cause he was always at work, trying to make money for us, but I was glad he wasn't around to see mom get drunk and almost make-out with some of the guys. Jesus christ, some people are such pigs.
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10:30. Still no way to escape. I tried calling some old friends who lived in the area but no one picked up.
Finally, I did something I thought I would never have to do. I grabbed mom's purse and took out three twenties, then snuck out the back door, saying I had to go to the bathroom. Thankfully, there was an address book in the bathroom and I searched for the closest place to call a cab. I ran outside, straightened by dress and walked to the corner of the block, waiting for the taxi that was supposedly supposed to come here in 10 minutes.
My feet tapped the wet floor impatiently, and I couldn't help but turn around every few seconds, if I heard a noise or heard someone coming.
Annoyed, I walked across the abandoned street and saw a book store and decided to wait there, so I'd feel a little safer. When the light finally turned red, I began walking down the street, and a black SUV turned the corner and almost crashed into me, just barely missing me by inches as he/she slammed on the breaks. I looked at the window to see who I could cuss out but they were tainted black so instead, I showed the guy the finger and walked over to the book store.
As I grabbed the door, the car did a giant U-turn around the block and came to a stop right in front of me. The door opened and I saw the shadow of a guy come out on the other side. I immediately ran into the shop, thinking he would chase me and hid behind a book case, my heart pounding like mad.
Why is this guy chasing me? Its his fault I almost died. I peeked over the edge to see if anyone else was in the shop. There wasn't even a bookkeeper here. The door bell rung as the door opened and I ducked down again. I would've been able to stay hidden for longer and maybe escape but as I ducked down, my dress let out a loud RIP! and I heard the footsteps come over to me.
"Shit. My dress."
"Who the fuck are you?" I looked up and saw one of the new guys from school: Seth. or
Seeth. Whatever his name was.
"Excuse me, you think have the right to chase me in here and then curse in my face and scare me half to death? Who do you think you are?" He stared at my ripped dress and smiled.
"Nice panties." Great. Now he’s in my people to ignore list.
"Leave me alone asshole."
"Its Seeth sweetheart."
“Whatever.”
I got up and held the purse behind my butt, and walked out of the store with barely any dignity, only to see the taxi drive away.
"Oh come on! You gotta be kidding me!"
"Nope." I jumped as I heard his voice suddenly appear behind me and fell over.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry I scared you."
"You didn't scare me!" Seeth pulled me up and handed me my purse, his smile widening so his teeth shone in the moonlight.
"Ooh. Someone's a bit touchy."
"I'm not touchy. I'm pissed because my dress is ruined. This was very expensive." He shrugged and slid off his leather jacket, pulling me closer to him so he could tie it around my waist. guess he wasn’t afraid to be close to people.
"There." His arm was still around my waist.
"I can’t use this."
"Why?" God his chest is really warm.
"Because I won't."
"Oh my freaking god are you this defensive with everybody?"
"Yes. I am okay? God all I want to do is get out of here!"
"You want a ride?" I turned to look at him. He wasn't smiling now, but his eyes were. In one hand he twirled his keys and in the other, he held out his jacket. He opened the passenger side for me, left the sweater there, and walked to the other side and climbed in to the drivers side.
"Well? You comin'?"
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so this is chapter 4. i had a lot of trouble with the title but rebellion works for this chapter. anyways rate, comment, subscribe, and enjoy!
p.s. this is part 1 of a two-part chapter.