An Angels Last Fall

After the kiss it was hard to talk to Andy without it becoming awkward, or rather what I thought was awkward. He had been too busy too see me, and honestly I was glad for it. Being around him made me want more. It did not help to have a black bear with blue eyes sitting on my bed.

Juliet had made living with her harder than normal. Though I was happy she stopped taking me to get coffee with her dates and the shopping sprees stopped. But something seemed off. She would ignore me, and even yell at me most times if I was in the same room as her. She no longer talked. I figured a family member had died. But, as it had been lately, she was not telling me anything.

I spent my days in my room. Sitting under my window. Looking to the birds in the sky or the stars at night. Wondering if any of them were signs of the evil I was committing or a sign to grant me privilege to be in the situation I was currently in with Andy. Either way nothing seemed to give the answers to my prayers.

One evening I decided it best to force Juliet to tell me what was bothering her. I was never one for comfort but I felt that the time I had spent with her meant something by now. I sat close next to her while she watched Dancing with the Stars. I stared at her blank face. Her eyes twitched toward me then back to the TV. Her face got hard.

“Juliet, I believe that I have the right to know, as your friend, what is going on in your life. Please, I am honestly concerned for you.” I placed a hand on her leg and smiled when she looked at me with a scowl. “I care for you. I just want you to be ha…” She cut me off throwing my hand back at me gently.

“If you cared for me you would not have spent the night with my ex nor would you have kissed him in front of me.” She stood up and walked into her room.

I followed. “The kiss meant nothing. I had seen it on movies and I thought that it was the right thing to do at the time.” She closed her door in my face and I reopened it. She turned to me with anger in her eyes. I looked away thinking that she would not be able to harm me. “You wanted me to be with him. You should have emphasized what you meant.” I looked back to see that she was breathing heavy and her hands were clenched tightly into balls at her hips.

“Get out.” She said through clenched teeth.

I shook my head trying to understand what I heard. “I’m sorry that I came into your room…I didn’t…”

“Get out of my house bitch!” She said walking toward me raising her hands. I flinched away as she flew past me into my room. She dug into my closet and started to tear everything out and throw it onto the bed. “This is all mine!” She yelled. She grabbed the pile on the bed and threw it in her room. I stood in the hallway stunned. “This is mine!” She screamed louder running her arms along the dresser and night stand knocking everything to the floor. “Get you your ass out of my house!” She spit in my face after throwing my bear at me. I stood in the hallway unsure of what to do. This was worse than Heaven. She got close to me and reached into my back pocket. I allowed, it not wanting to get into more confrontation. She shoved my phone in my face. “You can’t be a slut without this shit can you bitch?!” She threw it at the wall making pieces fly. She looked back at me with anger in her eyes, a scowl on her face, and heat in her cheeks. “Get the fuck out before I call the fucking cops!” She pointed to the front door with her whole arm.

“I don’t even have shoes, Juliet.” I whimpered lowering my head.

She grabbed my face hard with one hand, forcing my eyes to meet hers. “I hope they bleed walking to hell.” She threw my face away and pushed me toward the front door. When I was outside she stood in the doorway staring at me. I stared back, in the middle of the walkway. “Get off of my property.” I opened my mouth to say something when she screamed louder. “I don’t pity prostitutes! Get the fuck off!” She closed the door hard.

Tears were dripping down my face. I held the black bear close to me. It was large enough to force both of my arms to hold it up. I turned to the street. What was I going to do? I started to walk in the direction of where I thought Andy’s house was…I knew nothing else. My feet burned from the concrete. I got to the end of the block when I had gotten a sharp pain in my heel. I cried out in pain and fell to the ground. I sat the bear beside me to examine my bleeding heel. I pulled out a small piece of glass and set it down. I was shaking badly. Tears had started to run harder and faster.

“Aytan…?” I called out. I knew he had fallen but he was human, somewhere. “Please, I have no home. Don’t think down on me…but I cannot live this way…” I pulled the bear onto my lap and rested the side of my face in it.

I let my tears soak the top of its head. The sun was setting and my heel still stung. I tried to keep my mind off of it. I heard a car pass by. I didn’t look up to see where it was going until I heard it stop along the street to my right. I turned my head. My face still resting on the bear. I saw the driver side door open and black boots with black jeans step out.

Andy closed his door and came running to my side. I lifted my head and began to cry harder into his shoulder when he asked what was wrong. He held me close to him. Sitting next to me on the side walk.

“Humanity is cruel.” I sobbed.

He sighed and smoothed my hair with his hand. “Where are your shoes?” He asked lifting my hand to examine where the blood had come from.

“They were Juliet’s, so she took them back.” I calmed my tears and took my head off of Andy’s shoulder.

He looked like he was going to cry, he smoothed the back of my hair again and picked me up so what his right arm was carrying my legs and his left was holding up my upper body. I still held the bear close to me. He opened the passenger door with ease and set me on the chair. He smiled weakly at me as he helped with my seat belt. He asked if it was okay if the bear was put in the back. I didn’t deny and he opened the back door and set him neatly on the seat.

He ran to the driver side and turned to me. “I was worried why you weren’t texting.” He sighed, “I’m so sorry.”

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