Chapter 9


    Chapter 9 – Not Compatible (Anj‘s POV)


    I stayed in my position, crawling slowly under the bed of the stranger I slept with, but as I lifted one arm


    to move forward, my heart stopped beating when I saw a shining gold wedding band on my finger,


    My eyes blinked many times, racking my brain of what exactly happenedst night, but the little workers


    seemed not done fixing my head as it ached so much I wanted to curl back in bed. This feeling was


    worse than a migraine, although I have not experienced it in my entire life.


    “Daddy!” she screamed again, making me cringe as her sweet voice was causing my head to crack


    I kept my eyes closed, only listening to the sound of the door opening, footsteps, and Sky cursing under


    his breath.


    “Sky Mars!” A yell roared like thunder inside his bedroom. “In the study room. Now!” An angry voice


    said.


    I felt the quilt thrown at me, but I did not dare look up to see who did it. “And you, youngdy, you‘re not


    going anywhere!” The older man‘s voice shouted. I took a deep breath, wanting to ask him how I could


    go out without any clothes, but I decided to keep my mouth shut.


    It took a while before the room went quiet, and I wondered whether his bedroom had a door. Everyone in


    their house seemed to have the freedom to enter his bedroom. In tears, I raised my head, and my body


    jolted, surprised to see a cute little girl squatting in front of me, blinking her eyes as her mouth in 0,


    looking awed at me. “Woah! You are so beautiful. Are you an angel?” she asked innocently, taking


    something from my hair. Her eyes almost crossed as she studied the soft white feather she got from my


    head “Huh?” Immediately, I got up, not minding if I was naked before her. My heart hammered, realizing I


    could easily be recognized without the red spots on my face. “Bathroom?” I asked, and she raised her


    index finger, pointing in the direction of the room. I ran to his overlyrge bathroom, almost half the size


    of our home.


    Sweat beaded on my forehead as I saw myself in the full–length mirror of his closet room. Reflecting in


    the mirror is my spotless face, the usual look I have in the early morning except for today, there is horror


    in my eyes, and there is proof that something happened between Sky and mest night.


    I lifted my hand, touching the bruise–like mark lightly on my neck, only these were not because I got hurt


    last night, but because I let myself drown in Sky‘s kisses.


    “Angel, are you okay?” The little girl, looking like Sky, blinked her eyes at me as she peeked her head at


    the ajar door. She was still holding the white feather she found in my head, twisting it in lier fingers.


    I turned to her and smiled nervously. “I need your help,” I said, opening the drawers in his closet room


    but could not find anything that would help me with my problem. Sky must not


    see my face like this. If I need to eat another crab from the kitchen, I would dly do it.


    “Uh–uh,” she nodded.


    “Do you have... hmm...” I closed my eyes, wanting to cry. Why is my brain not working now when I need


    it? “A marker? A red marker?” When she didn‘t answer. “Crayons?“.


    She smiled, a relief for me, and I watched her run outside the room. I opened his closet again, pulled out


    a in white shirt and boxer shorts, and walked back to his bedroom, looking for my clothes. My


    forehead knitted, seeing some more feathers on the floor. Where on earth did we gost night?


    “Here,” The little girl returned with her art material sets and gave them to me.


    “Thanks,” I smiled at her, selecting a red color pen. It must be nice being wealthy because you can have


    all the colors you want. When I was her age, I could only own 8–color crayons, and I only had 32–colors


    when a rtive of the resident in the nursing home gave me one as a birthday present.


    I selected the red marker and dashed back in front of the mirror.


    “What‘s your name?” I asked while I started putting red dots on my face. “Olivia,” she answered as she


    craned her neck, studying me. “What are you doing?” I smiled, sat down crossed–legged on the floor,


    and gave the color pen to her. “Can you keep a


    secret?”


    “Uh–huh,” she answered and met my eyes, waiting for the next words I would tell her. “Sky and I are


    ying a game. It‘s called...” I breathed out, thinking of a good lie. “Ah... Guess the constetion.” When


    Olivia creased her forehead, I sighed. “Uhm, like guessing the position of the stars in the sky?” I wanted


    to cry now, but suddenly her eyes brightened. “Like horoscope?” She asked, smiling as she hoped she


    was correct. “Yeah, something like that.” It was my turn to knit my forehead. Why on earth does a child


    know about horoscopes? “Help me beat Sky. Put more red dots on my face. Can you do that?” I asked,


    giving her the colored pen.


    She giggled, took the pen from me, and started putting red dots on the tip of the nose, hoping she would


    not overdo it and not make me look like Rudolph, the Red–Nosed Reindeer.


    “I‘m a Capricorn. How about you?” she asked as she concentrated on my forehead.


    “Virgo,” I answered briefly, biting my lips.


    Olivia stopped and looked at me. She heaved a sigh as if the world had fallen on her. “Sky‘s a Pisces,”


    She pouted, frowning. “You‘re not a perfect match.”


    “I know,” I whispered, ncing at my reflection in the mirror. I had to tilt my head sideways so Olivia


    could put the dot on my right cheek. She was almost done. “Where did you learn that?” I grinned


    nervously at her, wanting to tell her that she didn‘t need to remind me. Sky and I were never a good


    match since the first day we met, the day he almost hit me with his car.


    “Elenita reads to me a lot about horoscopes,” she said, looking at my face. “Angel, you look like my polka


    dot dress now,” she giggled, causing me tough with her. “Olivia, what are you doing?” Sky‘s voice


    startled us, causing us to turn our heads to him.


    “Adding red dots to her face?” She looked at me, telling me she was on my side. She chuckled when I


    winked at her.


    He groaned, taking the red color pen from her hand and grabbing my arm, not exactly to help me stand,


    but if I didn‘t rise to my feet, he would probably drag me out of the closet room.


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    “Follow me,” he growled, not minding if a little girl was hearing his angry voice. She seemed used to it,


    following us as we walked toward the door, but an older woman stopped Olivia as soon as we were in


    the hallway. She tugged her to the opposite side of the corridor, whispering to her as if asking her about


    me. He heaved a deep sigh before opening the door, but I gripped his arm before he could push the


    door.


    “Sky, can I go home after this?” I pursed my lips when he red at me. “Or can I at least use your


    phone?”


    He did not bother answering me. I was left wondering where the Sky I fell in love withst night. I


    stopped for a second as I thought of the question if I really fell in love with him or if it was the influence of


    alcohol spirit making us both insanely into each other. He opened the door wide, and without tugging me,


    I stepped into the lion‘s den.