Angel

"Pavard's Angel, Our Angel" people swam around me, I was overjoyed by my victory. In no time I felt my legs leave the floor, I was reaching higher to the skies and I realized I had been lifted up from the floor. "Our Angel" songs of joy, echoes of different names from different angles filled the whole premises.
My heart was filled with so much joy, unconcerned about the herculean task that awaits me and my new position. I had a soft spot for the students in this school and I was ready to deliver my plans to them.
As they lowered me from up high, I staggered a little before gaining my composure. I returned different handshakes and congratulations.

What a great way to end the session.

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The new SUG Vice president, Our Angel. The echoes still rang from afar. As she found her way through the crowd. It was a rough victory, but with the help of God and her personal angel Chris, who was no where to be found.

"Of all people he should be the one by my side now" she reasoned to her self, her 5'3 heights wouldn't let her see above several tall giants that enveloped her. She finally gave up on her search, her toes were aching from her weight resting on them.

The celebrations were over, bottles of drinks scattered around a cool joint at the heart of the school, the praises began to die down as people departed to their different homes.

Now to find my way home. She nodded to herself.

She tried to stand and slumped back into her sit. That was the least of her plans, starting her new role drunk. She shoved the thought of being drunk aside, adjusted herself she  gave standing another trial. She got it right this time and took baby steps heading home.

Few minutes later, she stood in front of her little home. She tried unlocking it with her key and found out she had no key on her. Panic rolled into her face, she tried turning the door nob hoping a miracle would happen.

And it did happen, launching her into her home. She almost fell but a hand held her by the waist. All dizziness disappeared from her head, the drinks seemed to lose control over her as she shook in panic almost letting out a shout. A hand covers her mouth immediately, the room was very dark, fear lingered in her eyes, her body began to shiver, she closed her eyes and tightened them as if she drew strength from it, as she struggled to wiggle out of the hold on her mouth and on her waist.

After a few moments of struggling, the intruder wouldn't bulge, Angel stopped struggling and her muscles rested. The hand over her mouth began to loosen its grip.
"Isn't that better"

Feeling returned to lips and she echoed with a weak sigh, and a voice coated with tears.
"Please not again"

Chris let go of her almost immediately.

What have I done.

Realizing that he had just crossed a boundary he never wanted to. "Am sorry Angel" he stepped away from her turning the lights on reveling himself shirtless.

Angel slowly opened her eyes and didn't say a word. She struggled between being scared or angry at the fool with puppy dog eyes staring at her with so much worry in his eyes. He had just opened a scar and he would surely regret it.

"Get out" she finally muttered out, it wasn't harsh but it was cold, unusually dismissing. Chris looked ashamed of his little prank. He looked at the girl that he watched grow, and now realizing that this happy girl wasn't living a fairytale life like he always imagined.

The coldness in her words, the fury mixed with fear that laid in her eyes, he had never experienced it before, she was always warm to him. He had done worse pranks and she had always waved with off with a smile or a light hit on his shoulders. He knew he had done something terrible and he wasn't leaving without resolving it.

And am not leaving for anything. Chris finalized in his mind.

"Angel" at the sound of her name. She turned her back against him trying to fight the tears that had found their ways into her eye socket. They blurred her vision, if only she could swallow them all. If only she was not weak. At that thought, the tears freed themselves from their cages and caressed her cheeks down to her sweat soiled gown.

What have I done. Again Chris was dumbfounded.

He took a step closer, and stopped. Angel had signaled a stop sign with her left hand and wiped her tears with her right. She turned to face him, waving away the feeling of weakness. She looked straight into his eyes.

"I said Get out" the words were firm this time. Chris froze, he looked into her eyes. She was a different person.

"Am sorry, it was just a prank. I didn't mean to get you upset. Am really sorry Angel"

The sorrys didn't do any good, rather it created more turmoil in her heart. She moved fast towards him and gave him a resounding slap.

"A prank" her voice almost high pitched this time. Chris unmoved, lowered his head like a child being scolded by a girl that was hardly up to his shoulders. It was a funny sight to behold.

"A prank" now calmer this time, trying to understand that word as if it was new to the dictionary, her eyes were still cold. She shook her head as if her trying to understand what just happened, was futile.

"I said get out" she finally said
Chris tried to look into her eyes, with a failed attempt he muttered another sorry, reached from his shirt that graced the floor and let himself out of the room.

Still standing in shock, she took little steps, she didn't want to hear the sound of her own feet. She closed the door and with that she fell to the floor and left out a loud cry.

A/N: It's being a while tho.

I did like to hear you opinions about the characters?

What do u think happened to Angel?
Any thoughts.. I would love to hear it.

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