Complaints and hopeless daydream accompany the solitude of a girl in high school uniform who had just celebrated her graduation day. The colors produced from the aerosol paint on her white uniform seemed too contrast with the dark aura surrounding the girl.
Someone with the same uniform logo approached her who was sitting alone at the bus stop. "Hey Angel, why are you moody? There's no way you didn't graduate, right?"
Angelie Youngblood, the girl who was lamenting her fate, took a deep breath. "Graduated, but with grades like this, is there any state university that wants to accept me?"
"What's the difference with a private university? You just need to look for a scholarship."
"Easy to say." interrupted Angel in a sarcastic tone. Angel resigned and leaned his head on his friend's shoulder. "Looks like I'll just look for work. Don't want to bother my family more than this."
Angel receive a gentle strokes of concern on her head by his schoolmate. At that moment Angel made up her mind to find a job.
During this time Angel lived with her family, her uncle and aunt to be more percisely. Since Angel's both parents died due to hit by stray bullets due to war between gangs that occurred in their area of the house where she used to live, Angel was adopted by Aunt Samantha, sister of her late mother. Aunt Samantha loved Angel, unlike her husband, Uncle Joaquin.
A dumb-drunkard whose always brings trouble always assumes that Angel will only add to his life's burden. Yet all this time it was Aunt Samantha who worked to earn a living as a bread seller around. Since Uncle Joaquin was disgraced from the navy with no respect, everything he does was just get drunk and gambling every night.
That afternoon Angel arrived home, but her feelings were already bad. Somehow she became a little afraid of the strange look that Uncle Joaquin gave her. Uncle Joaquin sat in the living room with his two friends, with a table filled with empty beer bottles and several cigarette butts that filled the ashtray. Angel walked quickly to her room to avoid the three people's gaze.
After locking her room, Angeline lay down on the bed, trying to close her eyes.
Uncle Joaquin, who had been under the full influence of alcohol, knocked very loudly on Angeline's door.
"Hey, you shitty child! Since you graduated form high school, from now on, you have to pay rent to live in this house!"
"Do you fucking hear me?!"
Angeline got out of bed and walked toward the door. Carefully, he opened the door to find Uncle Joaquin's angry gaze. "If that's what you want, I'm gonna have a job really soon and pay you as fast as I can."
Uncle Joaquin was still looking at Angeline with a look full of anger. "Have you forgotten your manners when talking to your own uncle? Why are you looking at me like that? I'm going to hit you so hard, that you can't act like that to me anymore!"
Bammm! ...
A flower vase slammed into the back of Uncle Joaquin's head very hard, causing the man to fall to the floor.
It was Aunt Samantha's doing. "Run!"
Uncle Joaquin stood up and lay a punch at Aunt Samantha's face, while Angeline had run away.
Then Uncle Joaquin and his friends started to chase after Angeline, but they don't see Angeline anywhere.
"Where did that damn bitch go?"
"I don't fucking know, let's look in that direction. Maybe she is hiding in the yard of a local resident's house. With such conditions, she won't be able to go far."
Hearing the voice of the desperate chatter vanished, Angel calmed down a little. She sat leaning on a very smelly trash can, but still didn't care.
All the girl did was cry out loud.
Crying because of what Uncle Joaquin's behavior that she had never imagined before.
Crying for the fate of Aunt Samantha, whom she loved so much.
After felt enough crying and starting to get cold because the rain was pouring down, Angel decided to get out of her hiding place. Staggered with all her remaining energy.
Until a light approaches her very quickly.
Angel who does not know what the kind of light is that can only be silent, waiting for it to come with the hope that the light can bring her to heaven.
But what happened was a loud noise from the horn of Aston Martin DB10 made Angel realized shocked from his reverie. A man in a formal suit, white hair with black gradation on the base, loafers and arm muscles that seemed to be tight from inside the suit, got out of the car with a look that could make anyone feel better to just die rather than having to continue facing that sharp gaze.
The man looked at Angel right in her eyes, not on the exposed body part without a barrier. His gaze made Angel feel scared, but also warm at the same time. A strange contradiction.
David just looked at her expressionlessly. He could see it in the eyes of Angeline. He knew that the girl was having the worst time of her life. If only David didn't recognize the look in her eyes, he would conclude that the girl in front of him was just someone who offered herself to get more money.
Usually David only ignores people like Angel. But somehow, he could not do it.
Just only when David wanted to open his mouth to ask one or two short questions like a two normal people who just met for the first time, the two men behind Angel canceled his intentions. Roughly they covered Angel's mouth and tried to take her away.
"Let's just pretend like you don't see anything." said one of them.
David raised his both hands and slowly walked back into the car.
That's where Angel does not have the strength or even the desire to fight back at all. Her body and mind were completely destroyed. She cried and whispered in her heart, "Mom, Dad, maybe I will catch up with you really soon."
David opened the car door, took something from inside the dashboard and pulled the top of the object until a soft 'crackle' sound was heard. Seconds later the sound of a muffled bullet was heard twice.
The two men who brought Angeline before fell lifeless to the ground, leaving Angel who was still speechless not understanding what had just happened. Her mind was still trying to guess, but there was no logic that could knock her senses right now.
Everything just happened really quick, until a black coat covered her from behind, covering her wet's clothes which had been washed down by heavy rain for a long time. Angeline turned around, slightly looked up to look at the blue pupils that were just inches in front of her.
They both fell silent, did not know what the first word they had to say.
Under the pouring rain, and the crescent moon shining with the dim light. That's where the two people with opposing backgrounds of life met for the first time.