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****** Wrong Love ******
by Worst_Username
Summary
     Angela was forced to make an impossibly difficult choice. One that
     led to the arms of the dark Thomas Hiddleston.
Notes
     This story has been stuck in my head for months and I finally got it
     out. It's kind of wrong and fucked up, but you hope some of you -
     like me - enjoy this.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** It's Crazy What You Do For A Friend *****
Chapter Notes
     this was beta'd by the amazingly sweet LittleAmsterdam
Angela took the lighter in her weak hands, struggling to force her fingers to
work properly and produce a little spark of fire. Just enough to light the
cigarette hanging from her lips. Pretty, pink plump lips that were trembling
and wet from the tears running down her cheeks, which she made no effort to try
and wipe away. Perhaps it was much better to just let it out – at least it was
easy.
After a couple failed attempts, the cigarette was lit and the first drag she
took was accompanied by a sob. That was easy too. To sit there, staring numbly
at the rain pouring against the window. She stopped crying half way through the
cigarette, tears drying on their own on her cheeks. She wondered how she had
ended up here. But she didn't want to think about it, she desperately wanted to
forget everything and start over.
Deep down, though, she knew exactly the day her ruin had begun.

It'd been at the end of the summer break from school, when her mother, the
proud Marissa Lange, had finally agreed to bring her back from the catholic
boarding school Angela had been locked away in. The Saint Mary Girl's School.
The dreadful institution was one of Marissa's favorite punishments for when
Angela tried to defy her. And she refused to bring the girl back even when
Angela's father left the two of them for another woman, taking all the money
they had with him.
Which eventually forced Marissa to bring Angela back from the over the top
expensive school. Except, she had one condition that led to an enormous fight.
"You're returning tomorrow," Marissa had said angrily, lighting up a cigarette.
"Evelyn already accepted you."
"Mother, please, I could work as a babysitter or... ", Angela tried to suggest,
still curled onto the armchair, hoping to disappear into it.
"You will and it's final. I don't care if I have to drag you by your hair in
chains." the mother hissed, making the girl flinch and agree to the orders with
eyes filled with tears.
And so, they went. First thing in the morning, Marissa had driven Angela to the
familiar agency and, within thirty minutes or so, Angela had two photoshoots
and one event for the end of the week and another photoshoot until the end of
the month.
You see, Angela was a beauty. Standing 5'9” at the age of sixteen, the lanky
body inherited from her mother and the striking features from her father. The
full lips, small pointed nose accompanied by large hazel eyes. The long, thick
rope of hair that cascaded down to the small of her back was light brown and
straight, often held up in a bun. That beauty had gotten her a modeling job at
the premature age of five, which led Marissa to see the girl as a lovely mine
of gold and forced her to work until she was fourteen, and old enough to
understand that she was being exploited by her mother's greed.
After Angela refused to work, she ended up in a cold train to an even colder
school with strict rules and nuns with angry hands.
The night she took the job back, she went to sleep early without supper and
cried herself to sleep.
 
When Angela woke up that chilly morning, the house was silent and she could
hear very faintly the cars on the streets below. She opened her eyes slowly,
smiling lazily at the smell of lavender on the fabric softener the maid used on
the sheets and pillowcases. Propping herself up on one elbow, she searched for
her phone. Eight o'clock. Angela could sleep a little more, there wouldn't be
school for another few days, the rest of the weekend was all hers, but she
still decided to move. She sat up and to threw her long legs out of the bed,
slipping her feet into her old ugg boots.
Still in pajamas, Angela made her way silently into the kitchen, put the kettle
on the stove with water, took two little bags of Earl Grey and heated some
milk. While she waited for the water to boil, she sat by the table and read her
favorite book, Pride and Prejudice.
Soon the tea was ready, with very little sugar and a splash of milk – just the
way she remembered that her mother took it. Marissa woke just in time, while
the tea was still hot and Angela had just begun flipping pancakes.
"Good morning, mom," she greeted sweetly, leaving the pancakes on the side for
a second and handed the hot cup of tea to her mother, "Earl Grey, just a little
bit of sugar and milk."
"Oh no, Angela," her mother mumbled grumpy, "I want coffee," she ordered,
pouring the contains of the cup on the sink. "Black coffee, now."
With that Marissa left the kitchen. Angela felt as if she'd been slapped across
the face. She carefully washed the cup and put the kettle back on the stove.
And although she found her morning appetite gone, she still finished the
pancakes and served a few of them on a plate with syrup and poured the coffee,
when it was ready, into a mug. Angela took the breakfast to her mother, who sat
on an armchair in the living room, with a still not lit cigarette between her
fingers and a cellphone pressed to her ear.
Angela stood there awkwardly with the coffee and the pancakes in her hands,
while her mother spoke on the phone with sympathy.
"Of course, dear, don't worry" her mother said on the phone, beckoned Angela
close to grab the coffee from her hands. "She'll be there, bye now", she hung
up and proceeded to ignore Angela until both pancakes and coffee were long gone
as the girl sat on the couch, the book open over her thighs.“Drop that book,
and take these to the kitchen, then come back here.” Marissa said as she handed
the empty plate and mug to Angela.
"More coffee?"
When her mother nodded, she rushed to obey with a little bit of anxiety making
her almost run from one room to the other. She washed the plate, poured more
coffee in the cup and returned to the living room. Angela took her seat on the
couch again, waiting to hear what her mother wanted.
"Evelyn called, Angie." Marissa stated, sipping her coffee. Angela secretly
wished that she'd told mother that they didn't want her as a model for their
agency, that they thought she was too young or anything like that. Her gray
eyes burned into Angela's face from above the cup, knowing exactly what went
through her mind. "There's an event tonight that she managed to fit you into
and someone will text you the details.”
Angela blinked a few times, feeling for the second time that morning as if her
mother had struck her, hard. She had believed that she'd enjoy her freedom
until the next weekend, not that very night. But she knew better than to argue
with her mother, so the girl simply complied. She'd have to go back sooner or
later, it didn't matter that much if it was sooner.
 
Evelyn checked her wristwatch and frowned, quickening her pace. She was late.
Mr Hiddleston hated that and it was very important to keep such powerful, rich
sponsor of her agency happy. Thomas Hiddleston was the richest man in the
United Kingdom for nearly a decade, hardworking and clever, he turned the
little fabric factory he bought in the biggest textile mill in Europe. He owned
two clothing brands and rumors said he was buying the third in secret. Of
course he was, Evelyn reminded herself, Hiddleston was a very discreet man,
rarely giving interviews or appearing publicly at all. Therefore, her business
with him was as hidden as possible and she knew she held a great deal of power
to negotiate with. She also knew that any mistook step, not mattering how
small, could lead him to tear her life apart.
Evelyn shook that thought away and put on her most sympathetic smile, as she
approached the table Hiddleston had taken. At the sight of her, he stood and
greeted her with a peck on the cheek.
"You are late." Mr Hiddleston said curtly. But still, as the gentleman he was,
pulled the chair for her to sit, and once she did, pushed it closer to the
table.
"My apologies, Mr Hiddleston," she responded, carefully choosing her next words
as she watched him take his seat, facing her. "However, I believe you'll like
the reason I got held up."
"Which is?", he was dry and direct, his gaze piercing into her face.
"Your little girl." Evelyn said softly, pretending to notice the glass of white
wine in front of her for the first time. She sipped it, tasting it. It was the
same she always ordered, she discovered with a bit of surprise.
He went silent for a moment, studying her face attentively. "She is not like
the others girls you've sent me before, is she?" his tone was stern, but she
wasn't threatened by it.
The girls she'd sent him after his first girl left to be an international model
weren't to his fine taste. He enjoyed the sweet ones, the ones who were a
little shy and in Evelyn's opinion, boring.. So, when Marissa Lange dragged the
pretty little thing that her daughter had grown to be into her office, she knew
she had Hiddleston's girl. Angela was quiet, observed more than she talked, and
was highly educated. Enough to be able to speak to Mr Hiddleston on the same
level.
"No, she is not." Except there was one problem. As far as she remembered, the
girl was underage and surely Hiddleston wouldn't accept that. He'd refuse the
perfect girl for him, she'd lose the millionaire contract he'd sign to work
exclusively with her agency and all due to a small problem as the girl being
underage. She nearly rolled her eyes. The rumor around the girls was that Mr
Hiddleston was into a lot of kinky practices. Evelyn believed that if he did
kink, he might as well do a teenager. "She's new at the agency, fresh. She's
just... a little young... "
"How old is she?" he quickly asked.
"Turned eighteen recently" she lied, and ran a hand through her blonde hair,
faking the swift move of being nervous. "I shouldn't have said anything... I'll
just find another one."
Hiddleston seemed to be immersed in his thoughts, looking at his own glass of
wine. Red and probably dry, as he always ordered. Evelyn fought the grin that
threatened to spread across her face. Angela was sweet and fresh, but tall and
with a woman's body. Hiddleston would buy that she was eighteen without any
problems, and the girl wouldn't say anything as long as Evelyn dealt with her
properly.
"Eighteen?" Hiddleston repeated, shaking his head. Evelyn nodded, slightly
annoyed that such a ruthless man in business was held back by a girl's age. "I
think... " he paused, then looked at Evelyn, back with his expressionless face.
"I think I'd rather meet the girl before agreeing to anything."
"Yes, of course" Evelyn could barely hide her relief that he hadn't denied it,
and also disappointment that he had to meet the girl first.
"Do you happen to have a picture or two of said girl?" Hiddleston asked, more
relaxed that time.
"In fact, I don't, there wasn't time for photos – she's that fresh" Evelyn
said, trying to remember to get the girl a photoshoot. "But you'll be able to
catch a glimpse of the beauty at tonight's party."
"If she's as fresh as you claim, how is she in the party tonight?" he
questioned, since the man didn't trust a word that came from Evelyn's mouth.
She smirked, even though she knew she shouldn't have. "It's crazy what you do
for a friend, isn't it? I managed to get her to work on this event tonight, as
my birthday gift to you."
"Will I... " he paused, maybe trying to decide whether to say it or not, but
continued. "be able to unwrap said gift?"
 
Angela sat still in the makeup artist's chair as he'd finished with her. She
hated it. All of it. They hadn't styled her hair, letting it fall straight and
loose down her back, which made her less upset. However, they had forced a
short, fitted black dress and excruciatingly high heels on her. Angela loved
the simplicity and comfort of jeans, sweaters and boots, preferred not to wear
any makeup and liked to keep her hair simple. She hated all the glitter, the
provocative pictures and clothes.
"There you go, honey" the man said, he had taken care of her appearance the
entire time since she had arrived, immediately intertwining her arm with his as
soon as she stepped into the agency, leading her to the makeup room. There were
other girls, other people to apply their makeup, style their hair and dress
them. Maybe five for nearly thirty girls. But not him, the man who had
introduced himself as Mike. He was tall and skinny, with cheekbones that could
cut, and bright, blue hair. Mike was nice and talked calmly, easing her anxiety
at being in a room with loud models eating, smoking, drinking water, coffee or
Diet Coke.
Angela peeked at her image in the mirror and was surprised to discover that her
makeup was gorgeous, but light. Gold and brown eye shadow, perfectly applied
eyeliner that winged up just a bit and a light pink lipstick, only a shade
darker than her own lips. There was no contouring or highlights to make her
face sharper, or older. She was looking like herself. And she liked that.
"I love it." Angela said, staring at her reflection. Then she turned to Mike.
"Evelyn asked me to apply very little makeup on you and," he said, holding her
chin in his hands "With your face, you really don't need it."
Angela laughed and thanked him. She was about to ask where Evelyn was, now that
she remembered the woman, when she entered the room. She was in her late
forties, Angela guessed, based on what she remembered. With gorgeous blond
curls, Evelyn’s body fuller now, then when she herself used to model, but still
slender and tall, graceful in her heels, pencil skirt and blouses.
Angela and Mike watched as Evelyn gave instructions to the girls, putting out
cigarettes and demanding different shades of lipstick and putting everything in
order. To one specific girl, she tugged at her elbow and led her away, talking
non stop and quickly. Angela realized Evelyn and the girl were walking towards
her and Mike. As they approached the girl, Evelyn smiled sweetly.
"You look beautiful, my dear" she said, lifting Angela's head to inspect the
work done there. Then, she gently pushed the girl with her forward This is
Jade, she'll talk you through the tasks for the event." Jade nodded and gave
her a tight smile, letting Evelyn do all the talking. "It'll be simple; at the
reception, Jade will explain.", she said. With a squeeze to Jade's arm, Evelyn
excused herself, taking Mike with her.
Jade dragged a chair and sat in front of Angela, crossing her long, tanned
legs. She had full, blonde hair that went just a little beneath her shoulders
and How Angela assumed she got her nickname, jade colored eyes, framed by thick
lashes and black makeup.
"I'm glad that Evelyn put me to work with you" she stated, looking around as if
checking, taking a pack of cigarettes out of her clutch, lighting one up. "I
can't stand most of those bitches" she added, looking with disgust at the mass
of girls scattered around the room, then looking back at Angela. "Do you
smoke?"
"No, thank you" she refused politely. Jade didn't seem to mind. "What exactly
will we do?"
"Ah, simple stuff, 'cause you're new and shit." Jade took a drag from her
cigarette and released the smoke with a polite turn of her head. "We'll say
polite shit to the guests, they'll tells us their names and we'll point to the
girls who give the bracelets"
"Sounds okay. Anything else?"
Jade pondered for a moment. "Nah, the rest of the party is just fun and booze.
But we gotta stay until the end."
 
Almost an hour later the girls were at their spot at the party – Jade and
Angela at the reception with the list of names. That was when Angela realized
the task wouldn't be so simple due to her natural shyness and inability to
speak to people she didn't know. Some people were exception, immediately making
Angela comfortable. Like Jade.
Angela looked at Jade, standing there as if she was the hostess of the party,
shoulders straight and a big, natural smile. She was perfect for the job.
Angela scolded herself and straightened up herself, put on the most realistic
smile she could pull off, and tried to think about the way she felt around her
own friends, how easy it was to laugh with them, to be herself.
As the guests arrived, Jade took control of the situation, a non-spoken deal
with Angela to watch her before doing it herself. But as the night went by, she
grew bolder, imitating some of Jade's best lines and receiving a wink and a
whispered "You're doing great" from the blonde. After the flow of guests
arriving lessened, Jade took a break, swearing she would only take a minute to
smoke. Angela felt uneasy, but didn't argue, continuing to greet the rich men
and women that barely looked at her.
"What's your name, sir?" Angela asked to the man in front of her, a little
taken aback by his appearance. He was incredibly tall, hovering over Angela,
despite her high heels. And lean. The sharp cut of his suit fit him perfectly.
His dark hair was slicked back, bringing out his piercing blue eyes and sharp
cheekbones.
He smiled sweetly. "Thomas Hiddleston" he responded, his voice deep and smooth,
slightly raspy, but only enough to make it pleasant to hear. She ignored her
sweaty hands and looked for his name on the guest list.
"I-I'm sorry, I can't find it." Angela stuttered, somewhat disturbed that
someone was trying to crash at such private party. How could he have passed the
guards outside? "I'm sorry, sir, but I... "
Angela felt a cruel grip on her arm and Jade appeared at her side, flashing her
best smile to the man. "Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr Hiddleston, she's new."
Jade said, her fingers digging into Angela's arm, but her tone was soft. "Enjoy
your evening."
Mr Hiddleston smiled at Angela, causing the girl to shiver and made his way
into the party. Angela pulled her arm out of the girl's grip. "What was that
for?"
"That's Thomas fucking Hiddleston, you idiot." Jade hissed. Angela rose an
eyebrow in confusion. "The man who this party is for."
Angela felt the need to curse out loud, but controlled her tongue. Thomas
Hiddleston. The sponsor, the one who, indirectly, paid her salary. "I'm in
trouble, aren't I?"
Jade bit her lower lip. "Maybe not. He's known for being a nice guy and
besides, he's too busy to go and rat you out to Evelyn 'cause the new girl made
a mistake’" she answered, but Angela sensed the doubt in her voice.
The rest of the night went on without trouble, Jade taking over most of the
time to prevent Angela from doing something wrong again. And eventually, they
were allowed to leave the reception. Jade disappeared into the crowd and Angela
sighed, somewhat lost. She hated these types of party, too loud and too full.
They made her feel nauseous. Her eyes scanned the room to find a seat, and once
she found one, she hurried over and let herself fall on the plush couch.
After a while, Jade returned, slightly drunk and with a worried expression. She
stumbled up to the couch and whispered in Angela's ear: "Evelyn wants to see
you after the party."
***** Something Unusual *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Angela finds out.
Chapter Notes
     Thank you all so much for the feedback - it makes my day to read your
     comments.
     (I changed the title of the story cuz I'm really bad at titles and
     "Bad Romance" sounded so good while I was drunk and out of options.
     Drunk me is such a little shit - geez. But full of caffeine me and
     listening to Take Me To Church, knowing the meaning of the song at 4
     in the damn morning, "Wrong Love" sounded a LOT better)
     Thank you, dear LittleAmsterdam, for proof reading this for me xoxo
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Evelyn wants to see you after the party."
The words made the girl freeze, her head spinning around. The man - Mr
Hiddleston - had told Evelyn, and she'd be in so much trouble. Not recognizing
a powerful man such as him had been bad enough. It was even worse that it had
happened at his own party. Evelyn would eat her alive. And her mother would
kill her when Evelyn fired her.
She swallowed hard and stood when Jade did. "Why?"
Jade shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe Mr Hiddleston told her... " she took
a deep breath and put her hand on Angela's shoulder. "Enjoy the party while you
can, 'cause if she knows, you're fucked."
Angela didn't know what to say or do and Jade realized that. "I'm sorry,
Angela, but you can't let that make you pout all evening. We're here to dance
and show off for the guests."
"I guess I should try not to anger Evelyn further" Angela agreed, slowly.
"Yes" Jade clapped her hands. "Let's dance."
Jade pulled her to the middle of the dance floor and began swaying her hips to
the beat of the song. Angela didn't know that song and although she loved
dancing and was good at it due to many years of ballet and jazz classes, she
was utterly ashamed of doing it in public. She stood awkwardly next to Jade,
who growled at her, annoyed once she realized Angela refused to move.
"You can't dance or what?"
"I'm not... "
"You can dance, you just don't wanna" Jade said with a large smile and put both
her hands on Angela's waist and pulled her closer. Jade moved her hips slowly,
despite the quick beat of the music, and urged Angela to follow. Unwillingly,
she did. "Close your eyes and pretend you're home alone, with your favorite
song."
Angela obeyed, letting her body move as she carefully heard the music, the beat
and the lyrics. She still could feel Jade's hands on her waist, but that was
somehow reassuring and Angela let one her arms drop on her shoulders. She heard
Jade laugh and, with a bit of shyness, opened her eyes. Everyone seemed to be
focused on something that wasn't her, everyone with a lover, with a drink or a
cigarette. Nobody was truly paying attention, they were just having fun. That
made Angela relax, dancing more confidently.
"You can dance, alright" Jade said giggling, and Angela blushed a little, but
was glad that the lights were dim and colorful, so no one would notice.
The rest of the night went smoothly, Angela tried to control Jade's alcohol
consumption and Jade forced her to get out of her comfort zone. No one had ever
done that for her. And more than once she'd find Mr Hiddleston's eyes on her,
which would make her face red and she'd be awkward about it and drag Jade back
to the middle of the crowd, hoping to be out of Mr Hiddleston's gaze.
Mike appeared at some point and with an excuse for Jade, took Angela's upper
arm and led her away from the party. "This party is going until the fucking sun
is up, so Evelyn wants to see you now."
And with that, it was all back. Evelyn would be waiting for her with a scolding
and would tell her she wasn't good enough for her agency. Angela tried not to
cry. She was a good girl, she never was scolded at school, had high grades. The
girl had a natural urge to follow the rules, to do what was right. That mistake
was something that was digging a hole into her stomach.
She was led to a hallway in to the back, where the music began to sound faint.
At the end of the hallway there was a small room, Mike mentioned her to get in
with a reassuring squeeze to her arm and closed the door once she did.
Evelyn was sitting on a leather armchair, a cigarette hanging from her lips.
"Angela, darling, we need to talk."
The girl was shaking as she sat down on the first thing she found, which was a
two seats couch, angling her body to face Evelyn. She should apologize and pray
that she didn't cry, explain to Evelyn that she'd do everything she could to
fix her error. Evelyn had to understand. She was a close friend of her mother,
always took care of her when Angela was a child. She still held that childhood
affection for Evelyn and hoped it was mutual. But the words never left her
lips, and she sat quivering nervously.
Angela actually flinched when Evelyn laughed, loud and put out her cigarette on
the glass ashtray laying on the arm of the chair. "Relax, Angela, you're not in
trouble," she said, then jokingly pretended to frown "Or maybe you are. Did you
do something wrong?"
Angela shook her head, not knowing if she could trust her own voice.
"Such a good girl" there was slight mocking in the older woman's tone, but in
her dread of scolding, Angela didn't notice it. "You know, I was looking for
you!" Evelyn exclaimed, sounding overly enthusiastic. Angela realized she
might've been starting to be affected by alcohol. She looked around, a pack of
cigarettes lay on the coffee table, but something smelled of whiskey that she
still couldn't find. She knew the smell of whiskey. Her mother drank it
sometimes.
"I wasn't far, I just sat down for a moment," Angela apologized, not really
sure where the conversation would lead. Had Mr Hiddleston told her about the
incident at the reception? Maybe not, Evelyn was animated and not only due to
alcohol.
"Jade told me earlier how great you did tonight," Evelyn continued, as if
Angela hadn't said anything, the woman's eyes shining.
"Wh... Did she?" she asked, too surprised to control her tongue. She would want
to thank Jade later for complementing her and hiding the mistake.
"Of course, darling" Evelyn said, with a smile that was meant to put her at
ease, making the girl not feel so cornered. "And since your first night went so
well, I have a much better offer of work for you."
Angela nodded slowly. Marissa would be thrilled to hear about that, the girl
knew. Maybe she'd go home with good news, and the thought relieved her.
"Since tonight's job isn't going to pay much, I want to help you with all I
can, dear." Evelyn's tone was soft and honeyed, and Angela was intrigued.
Evelyn wanted to help, so it'd probably be good. "Even considering your long
career as a model when you were a child, you have little experience working as
an adult."
Angela's face fell. She knew that. As a child everything was easier, now more
and more was demanded from her. "I'll work harder, I promise."
"I know you will, dear girl." the woman said. She thanked God that the girl was
this eager to be useful. "But first listen to my proposal." Angela nodded,
encouraging her to continue. "You well know my agency is known for being very
efficient and making every client very happy, which opens to outside jobs for
models like you - high paying jobs, I'd like to add."
It wasn't the worst of suggestions, the said outside jobs. Angela would be able
to help her mother much more, causing her to be less stressed out than she was
lately, and maybe Angela wouldn't have to work as a model in a very close
future. Once all her mother's debts were paid, she'd be free to dedicate
herself to study and get her scholarship to a medical school. She never knew
exactly how much debt there was, but it was a lot and it'd take a while to get
everything paid properly.
"And you want me into one of these jobs." she whispered, more to herself than
to the other woman. She'd do anything to help her mother.
"Exactly. There's one for this very night." Evelyn told her, and as she
approached the main subject, she slowed down. She'd have to proceed very
carefully with Angela.
"Tonight? Isn't it too late for work?" the girl inquired, confused. It was past
three in the morning, it was late indeed.
Evelyn bit her lower lip and almost felt sorry for the poor girl, she was so
naive. Thomas would have a lot of fun with her. She suppressed the wicked grin
she wanted to give. That child would get her so much money. "Not for that type
of work."
"What is it, then?" she asked, interested. Evelyn was delaying the whole thing,
making Angela wonder if it was something she wouldn't like.
The older woman shifted in her seat. "Like I've told you, I do everything in my
power to make the clients happy," she paused, thinking carefully about the
words that would follow. "And some of them, rich clients, are willing to
finance a young model's career."
"That's great," she said, quietly. When a model had a rich sponsor helping,
they often went towards huge success. Her mother would be much glad to hear
that. "What would I have to do? Maybe a photoshoot?"
She was quite forgotten about in the fashion world, but a well-done photoshoot
would remind them about her. She internally wished she could continue with the
small events and photoshoots until she finished school or until she found a way
to tell her mother 'no' and find another work.
But Evelyn shook her head. "Not that. Something more... Unusual." Angela
swallowed hard, still not sure of what she meant and not liking it. "Some
clients enjoy going out with the models."
"Like a date?" she suggested meekly, with an uneasy feeling in her stomach.
"Something like a date, yes. Dinner, a drink or two," Evelyn confirmed, rubbing
her temples, as if the whole conversation was giving her an intense headache.
"And after the lovely date, they'd probably want to get to know each other."
she added, putting an emphasis on the last sentence and Angela's stomach
dropped.
"And the client would pay for-for that?" Angela stuttered nervously, feeling
disgusted.
"Yes, as a thank you or a little gift."
"I'm not a prostitute." she said, her voice so low and shaky that she didn't
even recognize it, the humiliation of the offer hitting her with full strength.
"No, no, dear. I never said that. It's a date, a few kisses, then you'll feel a
little poke and you can ignore it until it's over," Evelyn explained as if it
were nothing. As if they weren't talking about Angela selling herself to any
rich man who laid eyes on her. "By the end of the night, you'd have in your
hands ten thousand pounds without breaking a sweat."
Angela felt as if a bucket of ice cold water was poured over her head. This
couldn't be happening. She ran a hand over her face, trying not to cry. She was
a normal girl, this sort of thing doesn’t happen to girls like her. She was
boring. She slept early, didn't like parties or heavy drinking, had good
grades, didn't talk back to anyone. She was a plain, good girl.
"No. I... I can't do that," the words came out wrong. Angela felt as if she
couldn't breathe, a pressure against her chest making the air not go into her
lungs properly. "It's wrong and... and... humiliating."
Evelyn sighed and stood up, she walked around the coffee table and sat beside
Angela on the couch. She fought the urge to roll her eyes at the girl and
hugged her, against every instinct in her body. Angela froze at first, then
relaxed. Evelyn rubbed her back, in a comforting manner.
"Shh, Angela, don't you want to help your mother? she whispered, soothingly.
She could say any atrocity using that tone and make the girl agree. "I know
she's buried in debts to her neck. Your expensive school, the divorce, the
luxurious apartment the two of you live in... "
Angela stiffened, sitting straighter to escape Evelyn's grip. "I want to help
mother, I do," she replied, offended by the implying that she didn't care. "But
I can't do what you're asking me."
"Calm down, there's no rush." Evelyn said, still using that soft tone and
pulled Angela back in the hug, rather sharply.
The girl was beginning to vex her. All this whining caused her hands to itch to
slap her out of that little innocent world. Some girls at the agency had such
rough lives that the offer was heaven to them. And that girl, who was raised as
a princess in the mansion her parents used to live is refusing a golden
opportunity due to her morals. But life wasn't that easy lately for Angela and
that was what Evelyn believed would make her give in. She'd just have to wait
and give a little push.
"I'll call a taxi and they'll take you home. You won't say a word of this to
your mother and will rest your pretty little head," she suggested, knowing that
she'd need to be more sober to deal with this matter. And maybe a little push.
"Tomorrow you'll come to me."
Angela shook her head, then a soft "No." came from her.
Evelyn took a deep breath, and loosened her grip. With one of her hands she
grabbed Angela's chin. "Angela, you don't want to disappoint me, do you?" she
pressed, eyes slightly narrowed.
The girl went quiet. "I don't... "
"And you don't want to disappoint your mother either." Evelyn interrupted.
"No," she responded timidly. Maybe she was being selfish and ignoring her
mother's problems for being afraid. It was wrong, but what if it helped?
Suddenly she decided she didn't want to think about it.
"Then go home, take a warm bath and sleep," Evelyn ordered, her tone making
Angela nod immediately. "Tomorrow's a whole new day."
With a reassuring arm around Angela's shoulder, Evelyn led her out of the pub,
leaving the party behind. She stayed there until a cab stopped, shoved money in
her shaky hands and gave the address to the driver.
"Sleep well, my precious girl, tomorrow you look for me." And with that, the
door closed and the cab drove away.
Evelyn let out a growl at the taxi disappearing in the distance. Angela was
going to be a bigger problem what she expected. Of course, she imagined that
the girl wouldn't agree to the proposal right away, but the fact that she
didn't even wanted to see Evelyn the next day showed some spine that she knew
the girl didn't have. With that thought, Evelyn relaxed. Angela didn't have a
spine - she allowed fear to talk for her. Marissa Lange had done a marvelous
job on the girl. She was quiet, sweet and compliant. Her behavior could be
melded into whatever Evelyn, then eventually Thomas, would ask of her.
Evelyn smiled to herself. One thing she knew: Angela would give in within days.
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***** Tomorrow's A Whole New Day *****
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Evelyn's words echoed in Angela's mind. "Tomorrow's a whole new day". She let
her arm cover her face and let out a sigh. She was tired of crying, she'd done
plenty of crying in the taxi, in the shower, after coming to her bedroom. She
needed to think. And do it fast.
Every fiber of her body screamed 'wrong', her mind flashing red lights
everywhere. She knew how wrong it was. The indecent proposal had Angela trapped
between a rock and a hard place. The girl's frustration with her helplessness
in that situation was overwhelming. She didn't know what to do, if she should
tell her mother what happened, if she should keep it a secret, but refuse
Evelyn's offer or, in the worst scenario, she'd say yes.
Tears formed in Angela's eyes again, and she allowed them to fall, wetting the
pillow under her head. She couldn't say yes. The thought of it was too
humiliating and terrifying. Yes was out of the question. She made her decision.
And if Evelyn called, she'd make it very clear that she was saying no.
With that in mind, Angela finally fell asleep.
 
Waking up was, for a moment, terrifying. A flash of dark hair, hands on her
stomach, tickling her and loud laughter. It took her a moment to recognize the
brown curls, the dark eyes and the AC/DC shirt.
"Wake up, Angie", Olivia yelled in her ear, chuckling to Angela's face of
horror. "You promised you'd go for lunch with me and give all the details of
the party"
Angela complied, remembering vaguely of promising that to Liv after five
minutes of gentle persuasion - which consisted of Liv yelling 'promise me' at
her inside the cafe they always went, causing every single person there to
stare at them with confusion or annoyance.
Liv waited for her in her room while she showered. The events of the previous
night being slowly recalled, as if Angela had been watching it happen to
someone else. It wasn't her the girl cornered in that dark room, offered such
improper thing. She told herself she'd deal with that later. Liv was in the
room a few feet away from her - she couldn't cry without having to explain why,
so she knew she'd cry and scream later and alone.
Liv was her best friend, knowing her since they were kids. She was the one who
protected Angela from the other kids who bullied her for being a model. The
kids felt jealous that she was excused early, that there was pictures of her on
magazines or when she appeared on television. It was something that a bunch of
six year olds couldn't deal with. Liv was the only kid who treated her
normally, threw dirt at her, laughed with her, invited her over to her house.
And after growing up, other colleagues understanding what she did, it was
easier to make friends. But no one was like Liv. She could tell her everything.
Everything except the proposal. It was humiliating and she was sure she
wouldn't be able to tell anyone about that. Not even Liv.
When she was done, she put on jeans, sweater and slippers. Simple and discreet,
the opposite of the outfit from the previous night. She let her hair down and
listened to Liv tell everything that had happened at school after she was sent
to the boarding school, two years earlier as they walked out of the apartment.
Convincing her mother to let her hang out with Liv had taken a lot of effort
and house chores done. She remembered that, as a child, she never could have
sleepovers. Her parents hated other kids in the house and never let her sleep
at someone else's house. So it was always at school or choosing one specific
day to beg her parents, now only her mother.
The cafe they intended to go was their favorite and near by Angela's home. She
remembered that she and Liv would always look for places to hang out near the
house, so her mother would let her go. And the small cafe was no different,
only two blocks down the street. So they arrived soon and found their seats by
the window, the one Angela preferred.
Angela liked that little place. She was very glad to see it hadn't changed - at
least that in her life remained untouched. It was small, with six tables for
four inside, the walls painted of a cream color and the furniture in a light
brown. The air smelled of coffee and apple pie, oddly pleasant.
"So, the party", Liv demanded after they ordered. Green tea with honey and
lemon, and a goat cheese sandwich for Angela. Coffee with cream and chocolate
cake for Liv.
Angela sighed. She'd be honest about the party. Liv would've loved, but Angela
often felt awkward at those things. She'd keep the talk with Evelyn in secret
and forget it ever happened.
Angela smiled, thinking that Jade and Liv would get along very well.
"The party was great", she said, focusing on the good things. "You know, the
things you like in a party. Loud, with those lights that give me headache and
cute guys"
Liv laughed, acting shocked. "You looked at the guys?"
Angela tried to glare, but laughed instead. "Maybe a little", she lied,
remembering that the only man that had her attention had been Mr Hiddleston.
Tall, dark and handsome. The cliche. But Angela's stomach seemed to do flips
when she saw him in front of her at the reception. His voice, the charm and the
eyes. A shiver ran down her spine and she scolded herself. She couldn't think
about a man who was just a little younger than her mom. Angela had heard
someone saying that the party was for his thirtieth birthday. She nervously bit
her lower lip, her mother was third five.
"Did you get to know any of them?", Liv asked, with a smirk.
Angela blushed and looked down at her lap. "No. You know I'm not allowed to
date"
Angela was quiet and shy, so dating and talking to boys didn't come naturally
to her as it did for Liv. Her mother had always been strict, letting her know
what her mother thought about boys and dating at her age. So she never really
bothered, ignoring crushes she had and boys who were brave enough to try and
get close.
Liv rolled her eyes. "Not dating, just... you know, make out and stuff. Boob
grab, twelve year olds do more than you", she said. And Liv was right. Angela
had had kissed one boy her entire life. They'd been involved for about four
months. He worked at the boarding school as a gardener, wasn't much older than
Angela. They often made out in the gardens or in the girl's bathroom. But
nothing other than kissing. He was respectful of her wishes and never crossed
any limit. "You let Marissa control you too much, Angie, it's not right", Liv
continued, taking Angela away from her thoughts.
Angela knew that. But saying no to her mother was harder than Liv could think.
"She's my mother, that's how mothers are"
"It's not. Mothers can be a little controlling sometimes, yes", she replied
firmly. "But your mother doesn't let you go out unless it's for school or work,
doesn't let you date... "
"I don't want to talk about it", Angela interrupted meekly. She knew all that.
She knew how her mother was, she was aware of how much it made her suffer not
to have the freedom all her friends had.
"You can't even go to my house", Liv snapped.
Both went silent immeadetely. Liv realized she'd gone a little too far, too
soon and too harsh. She muttered a low 'sorry' and excused herself to the
bathroom. Angela closed her eyes and put her hands on her face. Liv was right,
she knew that. Maybe it wasn't normal how much control her mother had over her
entire life, but she didn't know how to even begin to contest that, to argue,
to fight back. Tears formed in her eyes and she wanted to go home and sob in
her pillow.
However, her breakdown was interrupted by the waiter with both orders, and she
pulled herself together, ashamed. The tea with the sandwich was laid in front
of Angela, the coffee with the cake was left in front of the empty seat. She
stared at the food, suddenly with no appetite. She was waiting for the lunch
with her best friend for so long and when they finally were there, they fought.
She lowered her head in her hands again, upset about herself.
"Hey", she heard a soft voice and looked up at Liv returning. The girl sat
beside Angela and hugged her. "I'm sorry, Angie"
"It's okay", she replied, not wishing to get into an argument. Liv let her go
and slid in her own seat. "Now let me tell you about last night"
Liv grinned widely and sipped her coffee as Angela told her about the clothes
and the make up, Jade, being at the reception, the mistake, dancing. They
talked for what felt as minutes. Talking to Liv was easy and refreshing after
so many things that were happening in her life. And soon, it was time to go
home. Liv left her at the door as always, they hugged goodbye and a sweet "See
you tomorrow", reminded Angela about school.
She went inside and found the apartment empty. It was becoming regular to her
mother to just disappear sometimes, for hours. Then she returned as if nothing
had happened and got angry if Angela asked too much. She took off her boots and
sweater, leaving it on her bedroom. She went to grab Pride and Prejudice from
the coffee table and a few letters fell to the floor. She sighed and kneeled on
the floor to gather them, to put them back where they were. But one of the
letters called her attention. It was already open, so Angela just took out the
folded paper from inside the envelope. It was from the bank, she realized,
swallowing hard.
The letter trembled in her hands and fell. The lump forming in her throat
wouldn't go down, no matter how much she tried to swallow it. She put her hands
on her forehead, tears rolling down her face. That couldn't be happening, she
prayed desperately under her breath. It had to be a nightmare.
Marissa was broke. Her bank account was negative and the bank would sue her if
she didn't pay it within four months. The amount of money was exorbitant, with
more zeroes than she'd ever seen and the girl knew her mother couldn't pay.
They also couldn't afford a lawyer to defend them from the sharks who
represented the bank.
Angela's chest hurt with the sobs that left her mouth, the tears blurring her
vision. She brought her knees up to her chest, burying her face into them and
crying. Her mom would go to jail, she'd be thrown into an orphanage or worse,
be forced to live with her father who God knows where he could be.
She cried for a long time, curled up on the floor, hugging her legs. It finally
came the point where the tears dried on her skin, the sobbing stopped and the
pain slowly turned into a steady ache inside her. Her eyes were fixated on the
door, expecting to be a year younger, seeing her parents walk in through that
door, hugged. Then her father would insist to put her to bed, he'd kiss her
forehead and hide from her mother the fact that she'd be watching TV for a
while longer than allowed.
Angela stared at the door until her eyes burned. No one came in. No one would
put her to bed anymore. No one would help her.
Suddenly, she remembered. Someone could help her. Better, she'd help herself.
Angela took her phone out of the pockets of her jeans in her shaking hands,
holding it tightly to not let it slip and dialed Evelyn's number.
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