Page 82 of Eyes Like Angel
So does dealing with business, Dad noted.
I didn’t bother on reaching out to them, and when they do, I answered them with short—one word—answers and a polite tone, vague exchanges then I excused myself on my personal business to finish. With their cordial tones and gracious, tight-lipped smiles, what could be grander than outshining by their bad acting skills?
Her parents tried to send her at the gated entrance of the Rivers residence, sometimes Aaron’s, which it pissed Aaron to a certain degree in an upsetting conclusion regarding to invasion of privacy, only for Miss Curtis to discuss the plans regarding to the charitable event provided by the Rivers family, to help and distribute shelter and food the homeless who came here from the metropolitan cities. Homeless folks were running out of options.
Unfortunately, access to expenses were impossibly challenging for poverty especially when prices are affordable.
She asked Aaron if he’s interested in facilitating others, giving the unfortunate better lives. Aaron didn’t hear a word she implied. Aaron, on the other hand, was deeply distracted at swirling bright colors on a wide TV screen.
I got the gist based on their discussions—Dad’s proposition—I was there, for once I wasn’t absent. Dadmentioned on meeting up with the priest, Father Divine—apparently he wants to be called ‘Father’ instead of his first name.
Each time she rambled, I didn’t bother to comply on playing by the script—just a short grunt poking and a simple head nodding at her direction, and to glance at her venomously, hidden with a tight-lipped smile. Soon, Aaron noticed the actions, how I conversed, to the young, willing and ass-kissing Curtis.
“What the hell are you playing, anyway?” Emily asked with offense at Aaron.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Aaron shot back as his eyes remained on the screen like a kid.
I nearly laughed my ass off at her darkened expression.
Whenever she chitchats, syllables she pronounced, being annoyingly talkative, announcing in long vowels and smacking her lips with spicy-flavoredCheetos, without a taking a single break, white noise eclipsed and reminiscent Eva—the first time I met her, rather encounter her, following her every step. Due in busy hours, I can’t do much but to stay on the sidelines and watched her as girls flocked to me—Mom wanted a proper girl with proper manners, despite her complaints.
All girls flocked whichever path I went, cried my name into the skies, but one I anticipated for wasn’t present—hidden in plain sight.
Like her ghostly presence danced and touched me, infected it’s yearn, spread throughout my body, blood rushing in my veins, and I sought a ghostly yearn, hoping. How the veil on her head fluttered when she walks, a soft-spoken persona she carried herself, her gentled touch and the eyes, glimpsing her peers and adults alike with paleness of her emerald hues, carrying a Bible in her hands, rain or shine. Sometimes, Icould perceive her voice, fumed at my attempts to garner her attention, separating from religious undertaking.
Maybe you should try to be respectful for once, and stop acting like you’re God, she said to me, placid expression, but her naïve tone poked disturbance, and I upset her.
Nearly burst to a chuckle at a past conversation with Eva, I locked my emotions in as soon as Miss Curtis’s attentive eyes pierced, being bored from trying to catch Aaron’s attention, shifted the gaze back to me.
To Aaron’s cue, he made an excuse of saying Aaron’s parents were severely strict to curfew. Truth be told, his parents were never once pissed—Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw are chill kind of parents—the cool parents with cool parenting style without trying too hard, not a total poser who often dressed like teenagers on the social media app, dying for attention and a rage-bait.
As long as Aaron announced where he’s going and what his activity, they’re super chill, and mostly, I stayed longer at his place. Though Aaron was taking a break from college, and was house-sitting for his parents for couple days. They’ll pay him after getting back from two-week vacation to Europe. By then Europe is already in summer, and Aaron is okay, and no one’s standing in his way.
The way she articulated was overly-confident and an underlying in condescending tone—her choice of words irked, poked me to places I couldn’t imagine, and it struck a nerve ten times worse than Mom ever defined on her daily routine, or receiving a massive headache from a night’s ultimate bash.
By the following days in the Rivers Foundation, a campaign set in a large town, and Dad’s mission has accomplished. What a wonderful time to settle the problem once again. Eva hasn’t been seen since the party I hosted at the underground at night—after an hour of commotion, anargument between my parents and me—stone-faced Bjorn on the sidelines.
Something else told me I required beyond expectations than an answering coming from her lips.
Her endearing eyes—her emerald gaze—pierced to me, my own soul—as if I had one, but for a moment, it felt like I did.
Like the Grinch, whose heart grown five times the size past from a tiny-pebbled stone of his heartless heart, or Patrick Bateman when sparing the harmless victim from becoming as a special dinner, or how my limped cock stirred at her angry voice and had to jerk off in the shower.
Aggravating as it was, I asked several folks to where she was. To no avail, or a shock, people ignored me, thinking that I was screaming to anyone who might spare their time to entertain me. In midway, I stopped asking for people and searched in my own terms. I assumed she’s somewhere around near in Fort Heaven, considering the extent population. I figured she hasn’t gone off on a deep end, but to my knowledge, she’s gone off the radar excellently, until the prestigious charity event held at the Divine Miracles Church, assuming the church staff assisted the homeless and sick.
Nuns, included.
Eva appeared, much to my relief, but not what I hoped for; always hopped in and out, faded in the shadows once she’s done. And when she materialized, she fled in a speed of light, attentive and provided in careful attention for the strangers, strangers who are not interesting to invest, until her, patting the warm washcloth soaked from a steamed bowl and patted, swiping the dirt and ailments.
The veil on her head fluttered, her curled darkened lashes sent a kindest and purest glance anyone has ever received, radiance on a pair of pale green hues grew. Her sleeved-protected hands touched like feather the way she tended tothe extra patients—a tender care, one which anyone couldn’t replicate, even when they try, but Eva’s intentions were sincere.
It aggravated me, wishing I could be her sole patient, tempted to hover or annihilate the elderly and the kids aside, only for experience her tender touch forever.
To some days, on the other hand, as soon as Eva saw me, her eyes widened and fled, like she’s been chased off like I was some kind of disease.
My heart got itself twisted—an ugly twist—I couldn’t withstand. It killed me compared to the valuable stuff I stole in somebody’s cozy home or selling a decomposed corpse’s organs to a black market. She has been avoiding me, succeeded at all cost. Knowing her intentions hurt twice as a stabbing knife, jabbed onto me, suffocated and sharpened with guilt. Despite this monster eaten my conscience, I urged to stifle my bloodthirst and aimed a high achievement to my regular hobbies as an upstanding individual.
Stalking her through the church wasn’t easy. For one, numerous people are crowding in. First day in a charitable cause, homeless people gathered in fifty people, it wasn’t as plenty, but easily spotted Eva, but rounded up to more than one hundred, things get hectic, so does the spiraling, flit back and forth to unload packages from a truck and unloading food supplies, delivering it over to the church staff, morning until closing down to nightfall.
