The Forgotten Angel.
The blind of the small window on the white two storey house slammed down fast as yelling ensued. Screams, small screams, innocent screams could be heard echoing through the streets. After what seemed an eternity, everything was silent. The frogs could be heard singing, calling to one another peacefully on the pond up the road. The last of the birds could be heard calling good night to each other from everywhere. The setting sun cast a beautiful soft orange glow down the main peaceful street of the small town and over the small white two storey houses that looked near identical to each other. Nothing stirred on the quiet streets as families ate supper and children did homework, Suddenly, a door opened fast, then slammed shut. A small girl who looked to be about 9 years old ran from the house. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she held a small blue sweater over her chest, clutching it tightly. She tripped and fell, landing on her stomach roughly. She paused, laying there before sitting up quickly as the door to the small white house opened fast. A tall, angry looking man stood in the doorway, looking out.
“SAGE!” he yelled angrily, stepping out onto the top stair. “Damn kid…” he muttered before going back into the house and slamming the door. The lock on the door snapped in place. The young girl, Sage ran down the quiet main street, sobbing and still clutching her blue sweater. She kept running up the road until she came to the pond. She stopped beside the quiet, peaceful pond and stared into the murky water. Her reflection showed her pain. A large cut marked the skin over her cheek bone, small drops of blood previously dripping down her cheek had been smudged by her sweater. She wiped tears away and looked at her reflection once again. A bruise was starting to form around her left eye. She gently placed a hand over her eye as tears began their journey down her cheeks once again. She gulped, then looked around as the sun was barely visible on the horizon. All was growing darker, shadows seemed to be growing larger by the second. She shivered, then stood and walked back toward her house. She stared at the ground the whole way, keeping her small blue sweater clutched to her chest tightly once again. She reached her house and sighed as she bravely started up the small front stairway to the door. She tried the handle, but found it was locked. She wiped tears away again, then quietly knocked on the door. Stomping could be heard before the door unlocked and swung open. A petite woman wearing a bright red mini skirt topped by a black halter top stood holding a cigarette in the doorway.
"What do you want?” she growled, taking a long puff of the cigarette. She leaned on the doorpost, staring down at Sage. Sage looked up at the woman.
“Can I come in momma?” she asked quietly. The woman stared hard at the little girl before stepping aside, pushing the door open.
“Get in here ya little brat” she exclaimed as Sage slowly walked into the house. The woman kicked at Sage’s back, shoving her into the house hard. “I said get in here!” she nearly yelled, slamming the door behind the small girl. “Better get your little ass up to your room and stay there.. Your poppa ain’t too happy with you!” she shook her head. “And gimme that damn sweater, it’s filthy!” She snagged the sweater from Sage and tossed it into the small dirty bathroom. Sage watched with large sad eyes before taking a deep breath.
“Momma, you don’t have to work tonight, do you?” she asked softly, nearly whispering. The woman sighed.
“I gotta get you money for your damn lunches, now don’t I?” she retorted. Sage stared at the woman with big eyes, large tears welling up.
“MOMMA!!!! You can’t leave me alone with poppa!!!” she wailed. “He’ll hurt me aga…”
Before she could finish her sentence, the woman slapped Sage across the face.
“SHUT UP!” she yelled. “Your poppa works hard everyday to keep ya in this fine lil house… I'm not gonna have you talkin’ shit about him like that! He’s your poppa, you should be happy he does what he can for you!!”
Sage buried her face in her hands.
“But Momma….!” she tried again. The woman grabbed Sage’s shoulder and shoved her roughly toward the stairs.
“Get up to your room and into bed right now!” she yelled as Sage fell roughly against the first stair. She coughed a few times before getting up fast and running up to her room. She slammed the door and propped a chair under the handle, making it unable to open from the outside. She flopped down onto her bed and sobbed loudly.
After a few hours, Sage awoke to a quiet knocking on her window. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the clock. 4:00am. She groaned slightly and went to stand up, but stopped fast. She gasped in pain and laid back down for a moment, holding her chest. She took a deep breath and stood up slowly. She went over to her window and carefully pulled the blinds away. Another young girl, not much older then Sage herself stood on the small bit of roof outside the window. Sage frowned slightly, not recognizing the girl. She opened the window as the girl scrambled in.
“Who… are you?” Sage asked, whispering as quietly as she could. The other girl smiled and sat down on the bed.
“I’m Angelica.. I go to school with you” she whispered back. “I.. I saw you earlier this evening, running from home.. You were crying. Are you alright?”
Sage looked down at the floor and quickly moved a hand to her cheek.
“I’m fine” she answered quickly. Angelica stood and took Sage’s hand, moving it from her eye.
“How’d you get that bruise on your eye?” she asked, concerned. Sage looked at Angelica, then away.
“I fell on the stairs” she lied, not wanting to share her pain with this stranger. Angelica nodded.
“Okay…” she answered. “I wanted to make sure you were okay, but I didn’t want your parents to see me…” she said as she went over to the window. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”
Sage forced a smile and nodded.
“See you tomorrow” she answered. Angelica grinned and climbed out the window and down the drain pipe. She ran out of the yard and down the street a little ways before disappearing into a yard. Sage sighed, the smile gone from her face once more. She turned and headed for her door, moving the chair quietly. She opened the door and carefully walked down the small hallway to the stairs. She paused and listened for a moment before quietly, carefully going down the stairs. She peeked into the living room. Her father was reclined in his big black recliner, the TV on full blast. Highlights of all the day’s sports blared loudly. Sage tiptoed into the kitchen to see what was left for supper. She opened the fridge gently, thankful her father hadn’t replaced the light yet. She pulled a container of pasta out of the fridge and set it on the counter. She opened it and stared inside. Barely enough for a meal. She sighed.
“It’ll have to do” she whispered to herself as her stomach growled loudly. She looked to the living room fast. When she saw her father was still asleep, she continued what she was doing. She put the container into the microwave and set it for a minute. She crossed her tiny fingers, hoping, praying the microwave wouldn’t wake her father up when it beeped. After a minute, when the microwave beeped, the front door opened. Sage froze as her mother stumbled in drunk-like. Sage stayed frozen in spot, hoping her mother would just pass on by her and head to bed. Her hopes were dashed when her mother tiredly stumbled into the kitchen and stared at Sage. Sage stared back with big eyes, not sure of what to do. Her mother collapsed to her knees and looked at Sage, tears in her eyes.
“Are ya hungry sweet pea?” she asked, wrapping her arms around her daughter. Sage stayed frozen, still not sure of what to do. Her mother looked at her again.
“Well? Are you?” she squeezed Sage gently, then let her go and stood up. She pulled a cardboard container from her large purse and handed it to Sage. “Here ya go… I thought you might like this. I’m heading to bed, don’t stay up too late” she said, turning and heading upstairs to her bedroom. Sage stared at the cardboard box before realizing what it was. A happy meal from McDonalds. Something she rarely ever had. Sage half smiled and headed up the stairs, leaving the container of pasta in the microwave. She softly shut her door and sat on her bed. She slowly opened the box and looked in at the warm chicken nuggets and fries. A faint smile crossed her face as she gingerly pulled the food out and placed it gently on the bed. She ate hungrily, then laid back and fell asleep with a small smile on her face.
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