Genre: Romance | Angst | Drama | Fantasy | Action
Pairing: Angela Weber x OC
Summary: Mrs. Weber decided that it was due time for her daughter to start acting like an average teenager, and what better chance than now since Angela finally decided to take her life into her own hands. Wanting to keep her daughter on the track of self-finding, she demanded that her daughter do something that would scare the both of them, hoping that at the same time as helping her child, she would also piss off her lazy husband.
If only Mrs. Weber knew what her small wish would become more prominent than she could have ever expected, causing her daughter to fall madly in love with a devilishly famous immortal teenager.
Yes, if she knew what she had brought to her front steps, then Mrs. Weber probably would have asked her daughter to do something else, but alas, fate does not work that way, but she should be thankful.
Because there is nothing that would be able to keep them apart from each other, not even death itself, but if anyone wants to take the chance and do so …..he will make sure that they get punished.
Friday, January 14, 2005
I made my way into the kitchen of my parent's three-bedroom colonial house, nervousness shooting through my entire body, "Mama... Sir. Can we talk for a second? I have something important to discuss with you both?"
My mother looked up from the stove; the smell of the bacon that she was currently cooking was slowly wafting through the entire house.
She smiled as she saw me standing near the kitchen island," Is something the matter, little bug?"
I shook my head in denial of her question, not at all looking in her direction to see the worried glances that she was shooting my way.
I have never been one to tell both of my parents about something important or could be considered life-changing at the same time. Usually, these talks don't happen with my father in the room; he likes to dominate the conversation no matter what is being discussed, and with how hard anyone in the family tried to have a voice, it was not enough for him. My dad was the type to push and push until the person talking to him couldn't take anymore, forcing resulting in his favor. His thoughts and views are the only choices that matter to him, and as the head of the family, his options were law even when, in reality, it wasn't.
"Can we maybe sit down and have this conversation," I said with my eyes still watching my father's every movement. I observed as he had made no action to warrant that he had heard me and continued to sit in his chair reading his newspaper. I knew he did not want to communicate with me by examining how he was ignoring my presence, but against my better judgment, I walked further into the room.
With years of experience, I could see the signs as if they were plastered all over the news. A regular person will have difficulty figuring out my father, but it was easy for a person who was viewed as a disappointment in their father's eyes and spent years watching a ticking time bomb.
The way that his right hand clenched the newspaper tightly in his grip, not too tight to make the paper crinkle but enough that she saw his displeasure in being in the same room as me. There was also how the right side of his lip and his left eye briefly twitched; it was quick but there. They were all signs that he would rather be anywhere than there, but knowing my mother, he would not get out of this conversation.
"Does this have to be discussed now Angela," he said as he reached out to his coffee, taking a slow and tedious sip, trying and failing to intimidate me.
Mother forcefully slammed down a plate of bacon and eggs right before him, giving him a glance to shut up and listen. That small action from her caused my father to take his eyes off the sports section glaring up at her before turning his glances to me, watching the same way I was doing to him.
"It's almost time for you and your brothers to get ready and leave for school. Can't this wait until later, say when I come home from work or something," Mother took the step and touched my father on his back, sitting down in the chair to his right?
She made sure to travel her hand from his back to his shoulder before sitting down, and she squeezed really tight, showing her displeasure in him. With how extensively angry she was demonstrating with trying to include my father into our conversation for once, I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't get into an argument after this.
" Let's listen to her, dear there's enough time to do so with it only being 5 in the morning, and the boys aren't up yet," We both smiled at each other, not missing the way my father signed in frustration.
She turned and smiled at him, but I understood that the smile differed from what she gave me. It had a death threat behind it, and even though I saw his shudder in the light and thought of the repercussions of his future actions, he took his chances in glaring back at her.
But soon, he backed down, and mother laughed in triumph," Go ahead, dear. What did you want to discuss?"
" I know what I want to do for college; I was able to take all the possible contenders and left myself with only two possibilities. I was thinking of majoring in one and minoring in the other," I said, taking a seat in front of them, only looking at my mother. I knew that this conversation would soon go south, but my mother had my back, and it was pushing me to get this conversation over with.
I took a deep breath, "Even though I am still thinking of which one I want to put in either of the slots, I have come to the conclusion of applying to both Yale and Washington State University. I know it will be easy for me to get accepted to either one of them, but just in case, for whatever reason that I don't find myself accepted, I will have a backup school to fall back on. That's not counting the number of schools that will be trying to get me to attend their university."
"Oh, that's exciting, Hunny bun," My mother said, getting up to hug me, catching me a little bit off guard. I laughed at her trying to get out of the Mama bear death grip she had me in; she was always like this. Trying to kill her children in her dying grasp, the hug would be something we would take with open arms if she didn't try to smother up in her breast.
" It's about time that you figured out what you will be major in. What two did you decide on," My father asked me, turning his attention back to the newspaper just as I got mother's arms from around my body?
"I was thinking of majoring in music or photography and whatever I major in the other will end up being my minor. There are many jobs around the world for the two of them, and unlike psychology, I will always have a job and heavily be sought-after," I said excitedly, imagining myself being very successful in life.
A pregnant silence went through the kitchen, something that wasn't a good sign for my well-being with my father. He was no longer sipping his coffee or reading his newspaper, and I could clear as day see the look of horror placed on his face.
"Absolutely no..."
"Oh, that is just perfect little bug," My mother said simultaneously as my father, but her voice was a little bit louder than his.
I smiled, happy that one of her parents was on my side.
" Over my dead body, will you major in something childish," He voiced, slamming his coffee mug onto the table, the contents inside spilling all over.
"And do tell why she can't major in music and Photography," Mother said, raising a perfect eyebrow in my father's direction.
I grabbed my mother's hands and gave it a slight squeeze trying to stop her from picking a fight with him. I could handle myself, and unlike all the other times, I was sticking with my choice. I didn't need her to try to get into this battle with me despite that it would result in them fighting more than they already were. It was already way too much for me to handle, and with-it being Friday, I will be stuck with them being prissy and angry with each other all weekend.
"Are you stupid, Vivian, or are you so into playing mother hen that you are trying to waste all my hard work. I will not hear any of this being a useless musician or whatever the other one was from you, Angela Chelse Weber. You will be a doctor or lawyer, and that's it," he said slowly but surely, raising his voice. I sat there in silence, waiting for my mother to blow a fuse, knowing that I should have done this with my brother's present.
"Your hard work, John. I don't remember you doing much of anything to raise our children. What hard work are you talking about cause? If memory serves me, I did everything while you were playing pastor. Hard work, my ass," she said, getting up out of her seat slamming her hands onto the dining room table. Both of them glared at each other in anger, but neither one of them wanted to back down.
I got up out of my seat just in case they wanted to start throwing something at each other. It hasn't happened yet with all the fights they have been having for the past few months, but I tried to keep my distance just to be safe.
" But I helped raise these children just like you did, and I did not marry and have kids...these kids with you for them to grow up to be just anything but successful," he said slowly but surely, raising his voice.
"Oh, that's funny coming from you, John. You are not worth the shit that's coming out of your damn mouth."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Vivian" He voiced, throwing his mug across the room, his voice now loud enough not just for the neighbors to hear. Heck, with the thump I heard upstairs, I knew that it was sufficient for my brothers to be forcefully woken up.
My mother laughed while rolling her eyes at him but turned her attention over to me," Why don't you get ready for school, Angela?"
I nodded at her before quickly turning away from the scene that was about to happen.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my mother slowly making her way into my father's personal space, and she looked like a tigress about to take down her prey.
I shook my head, not wanting to be anywhere downstairs for the next few minutes, especially since my father was now resorting to trying to undermine my mother, picking at everything that he thought was wrong with her. She was not saying anything back to him, but I understood, just like my brothers, that momentarily my father would be the only voice I heard, the only voice that was going to be heard until I was behind a closed door. Then the devil was going to be let out, and my mother would start picking at the man he has become and, in return, give back the same shit he was giving her.
As quickly as I could, I ran up to my room, but before I entered, I made sure to knock on my brother's door as I passed by. It was a sign that we had made up to let each other know of the dangers of being in our parent's vicinity, a warning among siblings. They knew what was happening downstairs; God, who wouldn't be able to hear what was happening in this house, but the sign was more of our way to let each other know to stay in our rooms at all costs until the very last minute.
As soon as I entered my room, closing the door behind me, all hell broke loose downstairs. The yelling of my father's was silenced as I heard a loud high pitch sound that could only be my mother slapping him across his face, and not soon after, the screaming and yelling started back up.
45 minutes later
"Knock...knock, "my mother sounded at the same time that she did the action on my door. I couldn't help the smile that made its way onto my face at how childish my mother displayed. I was surprised that she acted like this, especially since she and my father were going at it but knowing my mother. She would not let his lousy behavior ruin anything, especially her personality and emotions; it's the reason why I loved her.
"Is there something you need mama," I said as I stopped packing my backpack, showing her respect by giving her my full attention.
"We need to have a serious talk about a few things, Angi-bear. You might want to sit down because something has happened, and I need to be truthful. With your father finally out of the house, this is a good opportunity as any, and I don't want him to overhear this conversation," she said as she took her place away from the door, making her way to sit onto my bed.
I watched how she carried herself from one point to her destination, and I could tell that she was tired, but I couldn't tell if it was from the constant struggle in her marriage or life.
I fully turned around to face my mother and took a real good look at how she acted. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, especially after the argument that she was having with my father downstairs, but there was something that I wasn't seeing that I couldn't put my finger on.
I made my way across the room to where my computer desk was stationed, taking my place on top of it, waiting for my mother to start our second conversation of the day, but it never came. She sat there, not saying anything for a few seconds, just breathing in and out.
I looked down at her hands, watching as she twisted them together back and forth rigidly, a dead tone sign that her mind was cluttered and not in a good way.
"You remember last year that I had to go to Paris to talk with some lawyers going over the will that both of your great grandparents left behind after they had passed," she asked me, looking down into her lap, her hands twisting and turning more now than they were before.
I thought back to the day she was talking about, and I vividly remember being asked to keep a few things from my father. At the time, my great grandparents had just lost their lives in a car crash, and lawyers had summoned her and many others to listen in to their final words.
I found out that day that she had come from a wealthy family, but because of my grandfather not wanting to raise his family in that environment, he moved them to live a suburban life in Forks and she continued to do so with her children. Before she told me this information, I knew that my father did not know about this small detail when dating and later marrying my mother and still didn't know about it even till this day.
I was glad that she trusted to tell me this information and valued upholding it until she told me otherwise, so I lied. I did not feel bad when my father tried to pry the information out of me because I knew what was at stake and why she asked me to hide this from him.
My father was someone to boast and spend money that he didn't have. He tried to walk the walk and talk the talk, but he was all show, and to us, he was trying too hard to give his friends the illusion that he was living the good life even though he lived in a small town and barely made enough money to pay his side of the bills. It was why my mother separated their bank accounts back in the day, seeing how he acted and how he did not do well with handling money.
I was happy that she did so while growing up because if it was up to my father, he would spend all the money on pointless things, and it would have resulted in us being bankrupt and living on the streets.
In all, there was no mention of money from the lawyers coming our way, so my father could do no harm if word got out, or so my mother told me when she had came home.
"Yes, I remember you told me that the lawyers confided into you that if there was any money left over that it was to be given to the eldest female of the last generation"
Before their death, my grandparents decided to sell their business off instead of passing it down to a family member, and it went down for a good amount of money.
After that, they made a well-detailed will on what would happen to everything they owned and to whom it all went, but there were complications when the lawyers read the will. They owed their bank a lot of money, and even with their will stating that everything was to be passed down to their sole heir, everything was planned to be auctioned off until they got the money my great-grandparents owned.
"I have been keeping this a secret for a while, making preparations for this conversation. You and I are the only females that have been born into the family for the last five generations. So, the money that was supposed to be given as stated in the will all goes to you. There is a lot of money coming your way, let me tell you."
I was frozen in shock.
" How much is there," I asked, not understanding why they would leave money to a stranger.
I was confused because they may have known about me, but we had never met, and there were so many people that could have desired the money. They could have picked to give it to one of their sons or one of the many grandkids that they had, but they chose not to. It blew my mind, but they were gone and couldn't tell me the answers to my now eternal question.
" Now, there isn't much money left over after the deduction, but there is enough for you to put yourself through a four-year college," she said, smoothing the invisible wrinkles in her skirt.
I could tell that she was glad to get this off her chest, a secret that she probably had been holding on to for well over a year.
" So am I going to have to try to keep this a secret from father until I turn 18. We both know that he can't find out about the money that is coming my way. There would be nothing left if he gets his hands on it," I explained to her, but she shook her head in denial.
" When you were a child, I opened up a Bank account in your name without your father knowing about it, and for the past 16 years, I have been slowly inserting money into the account every chance that I could," she replied, smiling at me while running her hands through her hair.
I couldn't help but shake my head at her, not knowing before now that my mother was a sneaky link. It was a surprise to me cause all my life, I thought that she was a bubbly no-brainer, but knowing that she has been doing things behind my father's back made me proud and enthusiastic to join this secret club against him.
" If memory serves me right, you have over half a million dollars from them and sixty thousand from me, not counting the bank fees and whatnot that goes with the bank. So, you might have more money than that but to answer your question, no, you don't have to wait until you are 18. If you agree to my request, then you and I will be taking a trip to the bank to make you the sole owner of the account so no one but you can access what's inside."
I nodded at her wishing for her to continue, and I watched as she tried to control her emotions from spiring in a typhoon.
She took a big breath-holding in for as long as she could before she forcefully let it all out.
"I know that you already have plans to get into college without our help because you have always been thousands of steps ahead of everyone, ensuring that things are always going your way. I also know that you have come up with a way to make money while putting yourself through college, and I'm not going to lie. I'm proud of you for opening your wings and getting away from your father's control. Even with you showing new colors, I am scared that you're going to return to the little girl I have lived with for the past 16yearrs. I love you, Angie, but the way you are acting is no way to live," She started, holding her hand up to stop me from replying with a comeback.
"I want you to do something that you or anyone in this town imagine doing. You are 16 years old, and you haven't had the same opportunities as all the other teenagers worldwide to be wild and do things that will scare your parents. You, up till earlier, have done everything that your father's ask of you, and as much as I love the women you are growing up to be, you deserve better. So, this is what you need to do for me... for yourself. I am not asking you to murder someone or to run away, never to be seen again, but I would be grateful if you could do anything but act like a stereotypical Pastor's Daughter."
I stayed seated in place, thinking if my mother was asking too much of me by chance, but I knew that she wasn't. I, too, felt that I could do better, and I wanted to be anything but be known as the girl that followed the rules and was too busy to hang out because I was studying.
I did not feel that she was asking too much, and heck, this could be my opportunity to rebel against my father more than I have already done. If trying to open up and be the real me was something my mother wanted me to do, I was all for it.
" I can do that," I said as I got off up off of the desk and threw myself at my mother, catching her off guard. She laughed as the weight of my body became too much for her, and she squealed as she could no longer breathe from laughter.
We stayed like that for a while, and I didn't know how long we remained in that position, but soon I heard knocking on my bedroom door.
"Hey ma, we need to get to school now. Are you done with the chick flick," My brother Dean said, walking into my room with Samuel coming in the right behind him?
I rolled my eyes at her at the rude behavior that my brothers were portraying before allowing her up off the bed. I took the chance to look at the clock on my dresser and saw that it was 6:45.
I started to panic by looking at the time since I was usually on my way to school by now. Without thinking, I quickly moved around my room, trying to continue what I was doing before my mother came in.
"Well, you guys aren't going to school today, so get into the car. We have places to be," she said, patting my brothers on the head and making her way out of my room.
I observed as they looked at each other before chasing my mother down the stairs staying close to her heels like the lost puppies they were. They would try to bug the information out of her by using annoying tactics to get her to open up.
Annoying little pest they were.
I laughed as I heard my mother hit one of my brothers, grumbling the thought that was just going through my head.
I stopped packing for school, forgetting that my mother had told me that we would be making a trip to the bank, and at this point, I dumped all the contents repacking the bag with stuff I might need for the long journey. I did not want to be in the car with my brother without a form of entertainment, and I knew that today was going too long.
When I was finished, I quickly grabbed my phone, dialing the number to my school to warn them that I would not be attending class today because of family matters. I may have been trying to change who everyone thought I was, but I didn't want my father to find out so soon, especially since they would call him when they "noticed" that I was missing.
After I hung up with the secretary, I decided to make my way downstairs to see if I could find any food to eat before leaving, knowing that the food my mother made was either eaten by my brothers or all over the place because of my father.
I quickly walked into the kitchen, ignoring my phone, dinging as I started to search for something to eat but stopped as I heard the horn honking at me from outside.
I comprehended that I was taking too long, and I understood that I needed to hurry up. My mother was at this point, feeling a whole lot of adrenaline, and time was an essence living in a small town. Just because I called to let the schools know that we wouldn't be attending doesn't mean he wouldn't find out.
Living in a small town, people are known to talk about the littlest things, and once one person knows something, especially someone that likes to gossip, it's spread around like a wildfire.
I grabbed a sour apple and made my way outside and into the passenger side of the car; as soon as I bucked myself up, my mother backed the car in reverse, making the long journey to settle.
Not long after we left the house, my phone dinged again.
I dug my phone out of my front pocket, seeing a notification from Ben and another from Instagram. Out of the two, I did not want to open the message from Ben, but before I could unlock my phone, it started to go off another seven times, all coming from Instagram.
I hurried up and opened my phone, clicking on my Snapchat icon first, trying to see what Ben wanted so I could see what was happening on Instagram. It was nothing significant, but I never left a message unread, so I decided to message him back.
l Snapchat Message l
Ben: Hey Angela, where are you? The school bell is soon to ring, and you are not here.
Me: I won't be coming to school today, Ben, because I have caught the flu. Since I have you on the phone, do you mind doing me a favor?
Ben: Yeah sure. What do you need?
Me: Do you mind taking my notes in class even though I am sick, I don't want to miss anything? Don't worry about my homework. I'm going to ask Jessica to collect it. While I know, she will do this task, and I know she cannot take notes.
Ben: Sure
I closed Snapchat, not wanting to continue a conversation with him since he has been acting off for the past few days. I slowly opened up Insta, excited about what Mandrake Beal could have posted, not being able to take the anticipation.
Have you ever felt what it was like to see a post from someone you looked up to or admired? How you couldn't breathe as you started at the screen going over the new content staring at you in the face. That's how I was feeling now, but I couldn't breathe; unlike most fans, I was a vet that fed on this person's success.
Mandrake was a famous singer that I have been a fan of since he first started singing cover songs on YOUTUBE at eight years old. He had struggled a lot trying to escape the world through music and fighting the demons that were after him, but he didn't let them stop him.
He reminded me of myself but the better version because he didn't take the bullshit being thrown at him. He was never one to sit back and take the abuse but threw himself into the fight, kicking his way to the front, showing people that he deserved to be seen.
It was why I stayed up to date with him, especially since he became a singer, his music speaking to my soul. With him being inactive on social media, I was beginning to worry that something wrong had happened to him, but it appeared that I didn't need to worry.
I opened Instagram looking at the post that he had uploaded, and I wasn't ready for what I was seeing.
Mandrake Beal ✔️ Following
Dortmund, Germany
l Photo of Mandrake shirtless dripping wetl
Liked by Empress, Beautiful_Angel and 5,408,650 others
Mandrake Beal⋆✩ Contest open worldwide✩⋆
You guys have been such amazing fans and have stuck with me even when I was going through some challenging times. With all that has happened to me over the years, you guys were there to lift me up and remind me that I needed to keep fighting, and in return, I was able to accomplish my goals of being a singer and just recently being signed as a model for STORM MANAGEMENT. I appreciate that you guys decided to follow me through this arduous journey and continue to stick with me as I do more in this world, and I couldn't put into words what all of you mean to me. I can say that no other artist has fans who will have their back like mine, and that is saying something.
Since I have reached my dream, I had hoped that what I have been doing has reached out to my fans in showing them that they can achieve their dreams if they fight hard enough. I wanted my music to uplift some of you, my fans, in the yearning that it will impact you in a way that nothing else could do so. Many of you have told me that I was the reason you were pushing to be a singer, writer, or a forensic scientist, and I applaud your efforts in fulfilling your dreams and passions.
In light of my 17th birthday coming up, being recently signed as a model, and wanting to thank my fans, I have decided to conduct a giveaway contest to say my gratitude and appreciation.
As one of the many rewards being offered, I am partnering with my sister, Empress, to allow the winner to own something they probably will not be able to buy at this point in time or, if not ever. We will separately throw a few items from our fall collection and winter collection into the mix and come together in making an entire outfit.
My sister and I will not be selling some of the things awarded in this contest anywhere since we will be customizing a few items to the winner's taste and fashion style. Other items that are being awarded that are being added as a prize will not be bought on our store websites until October 29,2005, giving the winner a chance to advertise the outfit to the world before being sold to others.
This contest is open to all who want to participate but some rules and requirements need to be followed to win and help my sister and me better understand my fan's partaking.
To enter, you must:
⋆Like this photo and follow Mandrake Beal & Empress on Instagram, Facebook, and YouTube.
✩Comment down below and tag two friends.
⋆Submit a response on who you are and why I should pick you as a winner.
✩ Send a video showcasing a particular skill/talent you possess.
As a requirement, I recommend that you do not alter your social media since I will be using what is posted to personalize the custom pieces and try to vibe with what kind of person you are. With the collaboration with my sister, other prizes are being included in this contest and to best make and buy other gifts that are a part of this contest, everything must stay as they are. i hope to add items that call to the winner and could be considered sentimental, it may even help them with their passions or future career.
If you choose to partake, please send the admissions to my Facebook account Mandrake Beal or my email account.
Fans must end entries in no later than January 23, 2005, 11:59 PST. The winner will be announced and notified via Dm no later than 2/16/2005. No purchase or payment is necessary. Not sponsored, administered, or associated with Instagram, Inc.
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I turned off my phone, looking out of the window, watching the blur of the woods as we passed them by, but I couldn't help the smile plastered onto my face at the luck placed on me today. This was a considerable opportunity for me, not only with the possibility of winning a contest but also having the chance to do something that I wouldn't normally do as requested by my mother, but I only had one problem.
I didn't know what talent I would showcase, and with the short time frame to send a video in, I had to think fast to make a grand impression.
And a grand impression I was planning to deliver on since I had a promise to uphold.
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A/N: I know that this prologue is not a normal one with how long it is, but I felt that there was too much to tell to start this story off, and I wanted to start strong. The more I wrote and read this chapter, the more I added to it, which went from a thousand words to over four thousand.