Chapter 29
Some hours passed since Holton's visit and Angel had been asleep for awhile, but the nightmare came back.
Mok had been beside her and would shake her to wake her up. "Angel, I know this is tough, but I need to know," he said to her, "Why did you go to the Black Widow? I'm sure that you didn't go by your free will."
Angel could hold in the secret and told him of what she had gone through since her release.
"When I heard about you in the hospital, I had to go outside. I was upset over what you did, but then, Omar found me," Angel said, "He was the one that led me into this predicament. He…he sold me for drugs."
'That son of a bitch!' Mok's mind yelled out, but he kept quiet and listened to Angel.
"Mok, I should've told you this a while ago, but I think now is the time," she said and starts from the beginning.
Omar and I met outside of the police station where I worked; actually it was more like an accident. Two thugs followed me to my car and threatened to rape me, but then Omar got into a fight with them and they ran off.
At first, I thought it was love at first sight and we started to go out. Three weeks later, I asked if it was okay to lay off the dating for a while, but I don't know what he was thinking. He thought he was poor and he punched me. I ran away from him and I should've let him stay out of my life, but he called at my apartment and said he was sorry and he would never hit me, again.
I was such an idiot. I let him in my apartment and that's when all our troubles began.
Omar ordered me to quit my job because he said he would financially provide for the both of us.
At night, we would go out on the town and perform in bars and nightclubs. We met Stretch and Dizzy at one place and we became fast friends.
I should've known that Omar was taking drugs, but it already too late. Two months after I quit my job, Omar got fired for being high on drugs. That night, he came back and he looked belligerent. He blamed me for everything and he hit me and shouted insults.
I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't. The neighbors must've heard my screams because the next thing I knew, the police burst through the door and hurled Omar to the ground.
I should've just let the police charge him and lock him up, but I was such an idiot. When I visited him in jail, he apologized and said he blamed it on the drugs. I believed him, oh God, I believed him!
Mok held up a hand, causing Angel to stop telling her story. "I get it now," he said and brushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear.
"When you invited me to your mansion, at first, I thought you would offer a contract for the four of us, but when you said you were interested in me, I had to refuse. There was no telling what Omar would do to Stretch and Dizzy, but…well, with all of this, I don't know what happened to them. I don't know if they know about all of this," Angel explained.
"I understand, as a matter of fact, I'm a victim of abuse," Mok replied and she looked up at him in surprise. "Not just drug abuse. I grew up with an alcoholic father and he enjoyed beating me and my mother," he explained and he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his scar on his chest. "He attacked me one day when I was young, with a shard from a vodka bottle. After I got stiches for this, my mother and I were planning to leave him, for good I hoped, but it was too late for it."
Angel stared at the scar and traced it with her finger. "What happened after the attack?" she asked.
"My mother and I had to stay in that apartment because my father threatened to commit suicide and make look like she killed him," Mok answered and Angel gasped when she heard that.
"That's what Omar did to me, too," she informed and it was his turn to be surprised.
"So we do have a lot more in common with each other," he said and then, without another thought, he kissed her full on her lips.
Angel had never felt a kiss like this before, it was tender and comforting, and she refused to let it finish.
"Boss?" a voice called into the room and the two departed lips.
"What is it?" Mok asked Toad.
"There is a C.S.I. here, she said she has to take photos of Angel," he answered and a female crime scene investigator came into the room, holding a large camera.
Angel was led behind a curtain and the C.S.I. took photos of Angel's back.
"What are those for?" she asked.
"Just to update on your condition, to show the judge," the C.S.I. answered and left the room.
"I really want to get out of here," Angel said to Mok.
"I know, I do, too, but we have to wait to see on what the judge decides on," he replied and asks, "Out of curiosity, why did you work at Ohmtown's police station?"
"I wanted to become a police investigator ever since my parents were murdered," she answered and his ears perked up. "My tuition to the academy was almost fully paid when Omar ordered me to quit."
Mok began to think; he really wanted to make Angel happy and he would be more than happy to pay for the rest of Angel's tuition and let her go for police training.
"What would you say if I paid for the rest of it?" Mok asked and she looks at him.
"Mok, I don't know what to say, but you really don't have to," she said and he shook his head.
"But I want to. Angel, ever since Emmy died, I thought I would never find someone else, not to fill the void, but to share each other's hardships. Then, I realized that you are the one who would understand," Mok explained. "And please, accept this; please, stay at my mansion."
Angel was at loss for words. This was really happening and she might as well take the offer and she nodded.
They sat on a couch and looked at the landscape from the window and watched as the sun disappeared upon the horizon.
