In Christian’s house, Angelica could feel a heavy aura of family. Even though there were only two of them, it was more than anything Angelica ever had with her mother. They were close. They joked with each other. Joking never happened. Only commands as to what to do. Her mother was a busy person and Angelica understood that it was hard supporting both of them and the rent without their father, but sometimes, she wished that her mother really could have just sat down with her and do something as simple as read a story.
Not that any of that mattered now. Now, she would have been completely glad that her mother threw her out. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, especially anyone she cared for.
Angelica was given on of the spare rooms upstairs, though it really wasn’t furnished. None of the rooms were furnished. In fact, there were cardboard boxes strewn everywhere. Granted, they had just moved in, but the house was a mess. In Christian’s mother’s words “an organized chaos”.
“Are you hungry?” Christian mother asked, offering her some graham crackers. She shook her head.
“No thank you.” Angelica said out of respect.
“No? Well, if you do get hungry, I’ll be upstairs, or you can ask Christian...” She frowned looking around. “Where did that boy go? Christian?”
“Yeah mom?” His head popped into the kitchen.
“Where did you just disappear off to, leaving our guest unattended?”
“Hydrogen peroxide, mom.” He said, waving a small black bottle.
“Oh alright, now shoo. Off to the living room you two. Standing in the kitchen barefoot will give you a cold.”
Christian chuckled and Angelica followed him into the almost empty living room. There was one couch in the middle of the room and a lamp in the corner. Nothing else. No pictures on the walls. No TV. Calling it a living room was very pushing the limits.
“Sorry, it’s not much.” Christian grinned sheepishly. “We’ve never gotten to the unpacking really. Other than the necessities, everything’s still in the boxes.”
Angelica smiled slightly. A dark cloud still hovered over her and she was hesitant to speak to him. There was something that was still hold her back. A dark memory that had haunted her for years.
“Are you alright?” Christian set down the hydrogen peroxide in his hands and glance at her. “You don’t look well.”
Angelica quickly wiped the thought from her mind and shook her head.
“I’m fine.” She leaned over and picked up the bottle along with the can of q-tips. “Here. Let me do it.”
He stared at her for a long long time before he spoke again.
“Are you sure?”
She smiled weakly and nodded.
“It’ll be a little more painful than usual.”