I wake up to an empty house. No maids, no Aunt Grace and Uncle. You know what, I don’t care where everyone is. I start walking around the house then I find myself in their room. I sit on that rocking chair next to the bed and I rock myself back and forth. My eyes are glued on that bed.
This bed! This is where I lost my innocence to someone I trusted. As I’m drifting off into my dark hole, something catches my attention. A mirror! A mirror just above the headboard. Who puts a mirror like that? – I think to myself.
Out of curiosity, I climb on the bed and take off the mirror. Behind it is a bunch of A4 envelopes and a gun.
“Is this supposed to be some sort of a safe? Who digs a hole, puts things inside and puts a mirror over it and calls it a safe? I guess only these fools,” I say to myself.
I am hesitant to open the envelopes, even to touch the gun. Then, I think to myself, maybe there’s money I can take and go and buy myself a new life. It’s not like I have something keeping me here. I take out the envelopes and open one. The first thing that pops out is a picture.
For the first time in a very long time I feel tears on my face. I dig in the envelope and I cannot believe this. Somehow I cannot breathe. I burst out the room, out of the yard. There I am, running…running like a mad woman. I have no idea where I am going but I keep running.
I find myself at the park and I sit under a tree. I sit there for hours, thinking about the perfect life I once had with my parents.
Somehow I find the strength and courage to return to the house, how I get there I don’t recall. I head straight to bed and I cry. The next day I wake up feeling like a lot has been lifted off my shoulders. Guess they were right when they said the truth sets you free. I feel so free. They were also right when they said crying helps. I cried so hard last night I even fell asleep.
It seems like everyone is back from where they went to yesterday. I sit down and join Aunt Grace and Uncle Steve who have already started eating. There is so much food on the table I don’t even know where to start. I wonder what the occasion is because we never have this kind of breakfast. I can’t help but notice that they are all lovey-dovey.
“You don’t greet anymore?” says Aunt Grace.
I had forgotten how talented she is at disturbing people when they are on their thoughts.
“Oh sorry, morning. I was distracted by this food, what is the occasion?” I ask.
“There is no occasion sweetheart, but if you must know, I and my love here are planning to renew our vows,” she says with a big smirk on her face. I am not sure if I am supposed to feel jealous by that.
“Does that mean the sex has improved?” I ask.
“Angel, just because…” Aunt Grace starts.
“Just because sex is awful now and then, it doesn’t mean you must quit. I’m proud of you folks,” I say leaving the table.
“Oh, congratulations and good luck with the renewal of them vows,” I add and leave the room.
Truth be told I am in such a good mood and no one is going to ruin it.
Tell us what you think: What do you think will happen next? What did Angel find in the envelopes?