Build And Break novel Chapter 8

She hadn't been ashamed of how she lived. She was completely proud of how she had been living since her father disowned her. She had only spoke those words to him as an excuse. She had to go in there alone. Steven couldn't see what she went there for.

With a reluctant nod of agreement, Steven witnessed Angela exit the car and jog to the aged door of the place she insisted on calling home.

The second Angela got in the small house, she dashed to her tiny bedroom. It was far from the bedroom she had slept in the night before. This room only had a small bed, a limp chest of drawers and one small bedside table. The creamy paint was all cracked and flaky.

Angela pulled open the top drawer of the dresser and rummaged through it. She wasn't looking for any shirt or dress. What she was searching for was the small key laying in the bottom of the drawer. She picked it up and with a few hard pushes, Alice budged the stubborn drawer closed.

She then reached under the bed to slide out a large wooden chest. Beautiful floral designs were carved on it, her name was etched on the lid. It was possibly the only new object in the whole room. She used the key to open the lock securing the box. Inside the chest is brimming of drawing books and papers along with a dozen pencils and some pieces of wood. On top of all that laid a wood burning pen.

Angela remembered why she opened the box in the first place. She reached to the bedside table for the photo frame that sat there. Her lips instantly twitched into a smile. Until it gradually disappeared with sadness. She would never have that happiness again. She wouldn't ever have that serene moment again with Tony and the baby boy cradled in her arms. Back then, she had been struggling with a poor life yet that was the happiest she'd ever been.

Her fingers traced the photo, over Tony's face and the baby's. She missed them both so much she felt a tug on her heart just thinking. At that moment, she itched to pick up the phone and call Grace's house and ask her to hear the boy's voice. Hearing his voice always lightened up her mood. Her little boy Daniel was her world.

She wanted to call but she decided not to. It was better if she didn't. She suspected Steven would go back on his promise of waiting for her in the car and would appear in the room any second.

Angela placed the photo frame inside the chest, locked it and effortfully lifted it up. The thick wood of the box was heavy for Angela's little strength. But she had to take it with her.

At the front door, Angela eyed the place as if for the last time. She wondered it if it really was. She suspected it was.

When she stepped out the front door, she found Steven leaning to his car effortlessly handsome. He hid his face behind sunglasses to avoid the presence of Steven Morris being acknowledged at that neighborhood. Yet he stood there with ease.

As if his touch burned her, Angela instantly retreated her hand back. She gasped at the venom that he spoke with. He had granted her to go back and now he was reminding her that she was his.

So she took his advice and watched the streets blurring by and disappearing along with a part of her own life.

"Get dressed. You're coming to the office with me."

"What?" Angela grumbled groggily as she blinked through her sleep. She glanced at the clock on the night stand. It was 05:30 in the morning.

Steven pulled the bed sheets off her curled body. Luckily she had worn a pyjamas with a short and a top. "You're going to accompany me to the office. There's been talk going around the office about your absence. I want to show them my wife is still my wife. And what better way to spread the word of your presence than showing off."