" O N E caramel latte. One chocolate brownie. Here you go lovely," the kind waitress said as she placed Angelica's order on the table. The young girl smiled at the lovely woman and thanked her for her service. Angelica picked up the pristine silverware and let it dig into the luxurious brownie. The belgian chocolate center oozed out and a steam blew towards her face. She sighed. The bite felt like heaven. She moaned in satisfaction. Nothing like a good old brownie.

Taking an occasional sip of her drink and bite of her snack, Angel worked on her university assignment. Clearly whoever had said it was all fun and no study in university was lying. Angelica had been stuck on her presentation work for the past one and a half hour. They were supposed to come up with a clean makeup idea. However, no matter how much she tried she was not able to move past the first word. This assignment was really testing her patience.

Around four in the evening, Angel finally gave up on the assignment. She was clearly not in the mood to complete the assignment. Deciding on heading back home, she stepped out of the cozy cafe. The sun was beginning to set and the large trees inside the Central park that overlooked the street she was on, acted as the perfect barrier from the moving winds.

Angel's hair that sat loose on her shoulders began to move slightly in beat with the air, whispering gently to her rosy cheeks. She pulled on her black peter pan collar dress and sat inside her black BMW. She began her drive to Upper Manhattan at the pace of a snail. She was clearly a very cautious driver so the traffic filled streets of New York frightened her.

Her large mansion stood upright amongst many others. The large wooden door was pulled open by one of their maids who greeted her.
"Welcome back miss Roosevelt. Your sisters are here". The maid said, giving birth to extreme anxiety inside of her.

She could not help but feel helpless. It was obvious that it was going to be a tough night for her. Especially since "that" day, her sisters had made her life a mess. Her heels made a satisfying clicking sound on the expensive Italian marble as she moved to the sun room. It was a room that was a family favourite. With its floor to ceiling glass walls, large comfortable mint coloured sofas. Everything made the air inside the room light. A contrast to their heavy and tiring lives.

Angelica had reached the door of the room. She could hear the mother daughter trio talking inside without holding back. They seemed to be discussing some new investor in the stock market. Angelica knocked on the heavy oakwood door and then entered.

"Good evening mom, Rosa and Mel," she greeted her family.
Her presence seemed to have ruined the joyous mood of the room as she saw Melissa roll her eyes whilst Rosamund ignored her greeting.
"Hello darling. Come and sit with us. Its like we never see you anymore," her mother gestured for her to come over.

"Angel you represent our family, how could you wear something that wrinkled in public?" Melissa, the perfectionist questioned her.
"She does not even care about us or familial ties. Otherwise she would not have blamed my husband for something so disgusting!" Rosamund muttered with gritted teeth.
"I-" Angel tried to defend herself.
"SHUT UP! STOP LYING!!" Rosamund shouted at her.
Angel's timid heart so shocked at the tone immediately withered. She let out a gut wrenching sob and ran out of the room.

"Rosamund you should not have said that," her mother told her.
"No mom she needed to be out in her place. I know she has her eyes set on Jacob. But over my dead body would she be allowed to ruin our relationship." Rosamund uttered with a sense of finality in her tone.
"Alright. Alright. Mummy let it rest. Rosamund is correct in her place to defend Jacob. I know I would not withstand anyone using such disgusting words for Ralph". Melissa sided with her elder sister and rubbed her shoulders to provide a sense of comfort.

Inside her spacious room, Angelica jumped on top of her bed and muffled her face with one of her many stuffed animals. She sobbed so hard that her insides began to hurt. Such helplessness. So much hurt she had never felt. Her insides quivered anytime she thought of the fact that her family was being manipulated against her. Anytime she looked at them she could see their eyes full of disappointment. Their gazes held questions. Their minds were completely shut.

That night when the intercom rang, Angelica refused to head downstairs. She had had more than enough confrontation for a day. No more. She could not wait to graduate and move out. Finally be able to breathe peacefully. Angel had already planned to move out of state or country and change her phone number. So that Jacob could stop contacting her. She had time and time again tried to show them the perverted texts he sent her on a daily. She blocked his number once but he always managed to get a new number and contact her again.

[ Suicidal thoughts (sort of)]

At this point she thought he was obsessed with her. His gaze made her want to kill herself. The feeling of disgust that was born everytime they met at an event or dinner could not be rid off even after she had scrubbed her delicate skin harshly multiple of times. Sometimes she thought about ending it all. Having an abuser be someone so close that no one believes you made her think that it clearly was not worth it. Then she would look at the kids who were suffering more than her but still managed to keep a smile on their faces. If they could do it then so could she.

[Suicidal thoughts end]

[A R O U N D 1 A M ]

Angelica woke up all sweaty. She had no idea when she fell asleep. It was perhaps during the major meltdown she had had. Now that she was up and felt all sweaty, the first thing she did was turn on the shower. Taking a quick bath, she wore one of her night slip dresses and tied a robe on top of it. Feeling the hunger kick in she decided to go to the kitchen. She knew that the chef would have left her a plate in the microwave.

Their chef, a woman at the age of thirty six, with tight coil curls and a chocolate skin so rich that one could not help but wonder "why is she not a model?" Raina, their chef was an absolute sweetheart and more of an elder sister than her own. She was always there to listen to her rants and would console her. Raina was also the only one to believe her without asking any questions. She was infact her closest friend and confidant.

Angelica walked down the large staircase cautiously. Trying not to make a sound in case she wake someone up. She entered their unnecessarily large kicthen and opened the state of the art microwave. And just like she had thought, inside sat a plate of spaghetti meatballs.

No sooner had she warmed the plate and taken it out that her stomach began to growl loudly. She grabbed a glass of chilled water and sat on the large island and dug in. Nothing like a good old meal in your own company. Gobbling it down in an unladylike manner, Angelica ran upstairs to her bedroom to get cracking on that assignment that she had been carrying around like unnecessary weight.

[ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ - ASSAULT ]

Angelica opened the heavy door to her bedroom and entered. She shut the door and stepped inside. In the low lit room she failed to notice a tall man lock the door silently and then creep up behind her. Just as she grabbed her phone, she felt it. The same hand crawl upto her neck.

Jacob began to whisper in her ear, "don't you dare make a sound. It will not end well for you!" His stinking breath caused Angel to feel revolted. He tore open her delicate dress and caressed her back.
"Hmm no bra. You were waiting for me I think?" Jacob asked sarcastically.
Not waiting for her reply, he brought his hand to the front of her body and gripped her breast harshly.
"AHH!" Angelica shrieked. She began to thrash around in his arms to free herself from him. Jacob threw her on her bed and opened the buckle of his belt.

[ TRIGGER WARNING OVER ]

Luck was on her side. Riley, who happened to have been passing by, heard the sound.
"Angel you okay?" Hos tone full of worry.
Before she could reply, Jacob flipped the situation. He turned them around so it seemed Angel was forcefully straddling him.
"RILEY GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Jacob shouted.
"Break open the door," he quickly followed. Not giving the victim the chance to recover from the trauma.

Hearing the helplessness in his brother in law's voice he hit the door with full force. After a few kicks, the door finally opened. Seeing Angel almost naked, he threw her the robe that lay on the floor. Pushing her off of Jacob, he took Jacob out.

"Be in father's study in ten minutes," Riley left no room for argument. It was clear that she would get the worse end of the deal again. What Riley had refused to notice was her struggle to release her body from his grip. Her bruised wrists were a clear indication of the fight she had put up.

Skskskkssk I hate her family so much!!

Enjoy chapter 2 while I go and give my chemistry final!

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