Chapter 31
Matt awoke to the sound of moving in the next room. He pulled the blankets down
slowly and saw that the bathroom light was on with the door half way shut. He
rubbed
his eye’s sitting up, he glanced next to him realizing that he wasn’t holding
Angela. He
glanced at the clock on his dresser. 5:03am. It was dark in the room, the fire
had almost
completely died out. He rubbed his head, and stood up stretching. He walked
over to the
coffee table quietly and took the remote and turned the fire back on. He
sighed, slowly
he walked to the bathroom doorway and quietly looked inside. He saw Angela
sitting on
the toilet seat, not facing the doorway, he could see from the way she was
breathing and
shaking that she was crying and upset. he frowned, he hated to see her anything
but
happy.
He sighed softly, and spoke, “Angela?” Matt said gently.
Angela jumped startled, she stood up turning toward him in the doorway. “Matt!”
Angela said holding her hand over her heart, taking a deep breath. Matt grinned
stepping
into the bathroom. “You scared me, God.!” Angela said leaning back against the
sink.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to....scare you......” Matt said softly watching a
tear fall down
her cheeck. He sighed, frowning as she stared back him. She saw the look on
his face
and realized that he was watching her crying. She quickly wiped her face and
glanced
toward the floor not wanting to look at him.
“You okay?” Matt asked softly, leaning against the wall by the door.
Matt watched her stare at the floor, he knew she was upset, he just wanted her
to tell him
what about.
“Yeah.” Angela whispered not looking away from the floor, or at
him. He
knew what was bothering her couldn’t be just over wrestling, she was different
like that.
There was something else. He had a feeling it had something to do with what she
had
been crying about on Monday before they all went to the clubb after Raw. He had
to find
out what it was so he could try and help her, why wouldn’t she tell him, did
Jeff know?
Lita! She had to know something, didn’t she? He had to talk to her about it.
Matt sighed, “Angela?” Matt said softly taking a few steps closer to
her. Finally
Angela looked back up at him. Her eye’s sparkled, glazed with tears. Matt
frowned and
grabbed a tissue from the tissue box on the counter, he handed her the tissue
and
watched her wipe her eye’s.
“You sure your okay?” Matt asked softly concerned as he looked at her. Another
tear
fell down her cheeck, and Matt felt like his heart was breaking into a thousand
pieces,
like sand that would blow away with the wind.
Matt sighed - he gently reached up and touched her cheek, wiping the tear away with his thumb, gently rubbing her check. Matt watched her eyelids close, her lashes
touching her cheeck, and frowned.
He pulled her close to him and held her. He felt her shaking, he heard her
crying, her
face buried into the shoulder of his shirt as he held her, trying to comfort
her. Matt
waited for her to stop crying. When Matt felt Angela hugging him, he felt a
little better.
“Whats wrong?” Matt asked whispering against her hair. Her hair smelled like
flowers,
and was sweet. He frowned.
Angela hugged him, so happy to be back in his arms, to have him comforting her.
What
was wrong with her? She was so lucky. She got a contract, she could wrestle,
she was
good, she had great friends, and Matt was becoming someone very close and
special, and
someone very important to her. What was wrong? She knew, she’d always known,
it
would never be right! Everything that happened...
Angela closed her eye’s her mind flashing back to the night her father died.
She was 11, an only child, and her mother was the most wonderful person she’d ever known.
She
missed her father, because they had been so close. She loved her family so
much.
About a year after her fathers funeral, her mother got remarried to a man she
said she
loved. Jack. Angela at first thought that Jack treated her mother good. Her
mother said
one time out loud that she loved him. Why else she would have married him? But
what
Jack did to her, was something Angela would never be able to forget, thinking
back on it
now, it was the reason she met Ray in the first place.
About a month after Jack and her mother were married, Jack began to show his
true
colors. He beat them both constantly. Angela always remembered her mother
taking it
tho- always later on saying it was okay, saying that he had a good reason, but
always
continuing to say that she loved him. Angela believed for whatever reason that
her
mother did love him regardless, like she didn’t think she was good enough for
someone
to love her for real, but rather just to beat her, to love seeing her hurting.
Angela took
after her mother in that respect- that was probably why she stayed with Ray as
long as she
had.- she didn’t think she was good enough for real love.
Three years later, after being beaten so many times, and after watching her
mother
practically drink herself to death several times, Angela who was now 15, told
Jack and
her mother that she was moving out and was going to go stay with an aunt. Her
mother
knew of her plans and respected them, she knew how Jack treated her daughter and
she
was fine with Angela leaving- atleast one of them would be away from the hell
Jack
made then live with.
The next night Angela came home from a party planning to pack, to leave the next
day
for her aunts. She got home to find the house empty. Or so she thought. She
got up to
her room and opened the door. She turned the light on and was startled to see
Jack
sitting by her window staring out into the yard.
She didn’t say anything just
watched
him, he turned and finally looked at her. “Angela you’re not leaving! Your not
going
anywhere!” Thats all he said as he stood.
Angela was scared the moment he laid his eye’s on her. His voice sounded so
funny, so
insane.
“Where’s my mother?” Angela asked scared.
Jack laughed, pointing next to her, Angela turned around and saw her mother
slumped in
the corner of her room, wine drenched all over her, she was passed out and
beaten, her lip
still bleeding. Angela heard his voice close to her, she looked back at him now
standing
in front of her. It was then that Angela saw his shirt unbuttoned. She could
smell that he
was drunk as well. She stared so frightened at him. He was going to beat her
again.
Sure enough.......... she was right...
After about getting called every possible name, and beaten until she felt numb,
he
released her and she fell onto her bed. Her body ached, as he stood at the edge
of her bed
laughing like a mad man-which he was.
What he did next was something that she would never forget, something that would
haunt
her forever. Weak and scared and alone, she heard him speak, “Your never going
anywhere, I need you!” Jack said leaning over her.
Then Jack raped her.
Her mother never knew. She left before her mother woke up the next morning.
She
never went back home.
Angela had meet Ray when she was 17, she was working as a waitress in a diner in
Washington, DC. She was born in New Jersey, and after she ran away from home
she
traveled and did anything she had to do for work, anything to get by so she
could live.
She met Ray and of course she fell for him, he was at first the perfect guy, he
was
something she never had, he would love her.... for awhile anyways. He turned
into a Jack
too! Torturing her the same way.
Almost a year after she’d run away, an aunt whom she had kept in touch with,
wrote to
tell her that her mother had drunken herself to death. Angela made the trip
home for the
funeral and refused to even look at Jack. Her parents were both gone and Jack
inherited
all of her mothers money. Her mother did manage however to leave her the cross,
which
Angela now never took off, and even had the image tattooed to her arm so she was
never
without if she did take it off. It was all she had left of her mother, and even
of her
childhood. Jack had stolen everything else away from her.
After Ray, and after she left she moved to Malibu, California, alone and trying
to forget.
That’s her home. Its miles away from everything that happened to her at home,
miles
away from Jack........ miles away from Ray.
She couldn’t get hurt like that ever again! She wanted someone to love her, but
to really
love her, not just her body, or something about her, but to love her for who she
was, she
wanted real love, not the kind of love that she’d gotten from Ray or even the
love Jack
had stolen from her, she wanted real true, deep, passionate, sensitive, real
love. She
wanted the perfect fairly tale kind of love, an after all she’d suffered
through, wasn’t that
fair?!
Remembering this suddenly, as Matt held her she felt so weak, so scared again,
she
wanted to be able to love Matt, to have him want her, to need her, to have him
love her
back, she was falling for him, and it scared her because the last thing she
wanted was to
get hurt again. She buried her face deeper into the shoulder of his shirt, and
began to cry
again.
She felt Matt hug her tighter, whispering, “Angela its okay, calm down,
don’t cry,
shhh.......please, don’t cry!”
Chapter 32
Chapter 30