by CB Colin
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“Amira look! The light’s on!” Sabrina shouted enthusiastic, pointing towards the house. Amira flinched when she saw that her cousin was right, and ran from the car in the storm which was unleashing like it was the end of the world. She entered the house drenched, looking around. After her, came along Sabrina and Doriss, then the Ravings with Marvell.
“Angell?” Amira shouted with tears in her eyes.
She observed some mud traces on the floor, which was leading to the kitchen.
“Angell?”
Amira stopped in the door’s threshold with her heart exploding of happiness.
Angell was safe and sound, but far from being happy. She was looking terrible sad sand angry, seating on a chair, with her hair wet, having strands all over her face, and her dress, once impeccable, now destroyed. Her hands were full of mud, inclusive under her nails, a thing which suggested that the girl just dig the ground.
She gaze them all, not saying anything, only got up from the chair, walking slowly. Everybody made her way except Marvell, who was watching her directly in her red eyes. She pushed him away gentle, walking to the main hall, then from there climbing the stairs, not saying a word.
“Wow, this was a hell of a party.” Mariuss said, being nudged by Serena and Lania.
In the next days which came, the sky was clear and the air was fresh and tenuous, pleasant for an autumn day. Angell and Amira didn’t talk at all one to each other, because the girl was avoiding opening a subject with her mother, and especially that she was avoiding her looks. Amira instead, all the time tried to discuss about Lovin, annoying her daughter, and she was manifesting brutally, slamming the doors, throwing objects everywhere, and sometimes she was leaving the house, coming back late at night, only then maybe Amira will shut up.
The Ravings were visiting her very rare, knowing that their friend developed a violent manner, very irritated, mean and sometimes unbearable, and she didn’t want for no one to come and visit her, staying closed in her room. On the college’s halls, Angell was walking with her head down, shouting sometimes at her professors. In an English class, Angell could not bare any longer to not make her teacher a bitch in heat, in English language, when the mentioned one scolded the girl. The teacher remained stoned because of the girl’s manner, once polite, and Angell left her class, going home.
The most affected one was Marvell, which was visiting her very often and all the time was going back home with his face red of anger, or sometimes of slaps. Amira calmed him, but even she didn’t want to approach the “Monster Angell.”
Everyone from Moonlight was talking what happen at the wedding. Couldn’t specify with certitude what actually happened. The truth was that Angell saw her father for the first time in her eyes.
The story was turned around many times, thereby some of them were saying that Amira remarried with Lovin and this thing was a shocker for their daughter, others were saying that Angell had an incestinal relationship with her father, not knowing that Lovin was one of her parent.
In those days of maximum stress, Angell weakens very visible, and the dark circles, weren’t late to come by under her eyes, once delicate, now empty like a dead man. And her hair was flatulent, untidy. But no one known that the Veriss girl planted in the back of her house, after some bushes and trees, the cursed flower of the island, Forget-Me-Not, which after the first watering, the flower grew under her eyes in less than a minute. The queen flower, how Angell called the big one, was around the trunk tree, and on the tree, at his roots, grown 200 forget-me-not flowers. Was like a blue tree moss. The flowers stopped moving, but instead Angell could communicate with them telepathic.
No one found out about the flowers, and probably no one will, because Angell knew how to hide them for good. The flower’s tea was sore at tasting, and because of that Angell consumed all the sugar from the house, making Amira wondering if her daughter wanted to kill the pain in sweet.