CH 2

I was dreaming about middle school again. I felt nauseous every time I remembered my ex-girlfriend’s condescending look at me, no matter how long it lasted.

Thinking it was the same kind of day again, I raised my heavy body from the bed and immediately noticed something different from usual.

There was a nice smell coming from the living room. I knew immediately because I didn’t usually cook at all.

(Ah yeah… I picked up the Angel)

“Ah, good morning.”

“Good morning…., what are you doing?”

“I’m making breakfast.”

“Were there any ingredients in my fridge?”

“There was none at all….”

Still, there was miso, sausage, eggs, etc.

She was making breakfast with that.

Normally, I would have been satisfied with just bread and jam, but I thought it would be nice to have this kind of meal at least for today.

She was almost silent as she ate her breakfast, and I didn’t ask her anything.

I quietly put the breakfast in my mouth.

“You really won’t ask me anything, huh?”

“So if I ask you, will you answer me?”

“….some.”

“Oh, yeah, …..”

Then silence followed again. After that, when we were drinking our after-breakfast coffee together, Angel looked at the coffee and said,

“I’m talking to myself, so you don’t have to listen to me.”

If you are in the living room together talking to yourself, I will hear it even if you don’t want to.

“My mother was British and apparently got divorced soon after I was born. I lived with her in England.”

That’s my first time hearing that, if she had British blood in her veins, then she was half English…

“Then, when I was five years old, my mother was killed in a car accident.”

It was so sudden that I was having trouble keeping up. Her parents divorced right after she was born, and then her mother was killed in a car accident?

The girl in front of me must have had quite a hard life. But that’s none of my business.

“So, when I was left alone, my father took me in this time, and that’s when the real h**l started.”

What do you mean? She was taken in by her father, and then the days of h**l? The Angel’s expression became more and more grim.

“My father was a womanizer. Even when I was at home, he would bring in women and have fun with them every night.”

Seeing the Angel saying that with a painful look, I thought that if it is painful, you should stop talking.

“And when my physical appearance approached adulthood, my father forced me to have relations with an old man I didn’t know.”

I almost spit my coffee. I had a bad feeling about this from around here.

“It seems that my father wanted money, so he took me to a rich man’s house, and told me to have a relationship with an old man whom I didn’t like and who I didn’t know yesterday. I ran away…”

I wondered, as I sipped my coffee, if she was indeed not tainted, but I wondered if my father would go to such lengths for money.

What a fierce life she was leading as a high school student, I felt sorry for her.

“Stop it, your coffee will taste bad.”

“I’m sorry…”

“But isn’t there your father’s house?”

When I asked her if so, she shook her head.

“There is, but what would they do to me if they knew I had escaped…”

“…must be quite a piece of s**t.’

The living room was filled with the worst kind of atmosphere. But I didn’t think at all of trying to ease the situation.

It came from her, and she also said she was talking to herself.

“Ah, I can’t bother you any more, so I’ll return home soon.”

“Where are you going?”

I should have known there was no place to go back to, but I asked.

“As I told you yesterday, there is no place to go.”

Hearing this, I let out a sigh. I didn’t have any feelings of love for her or anything, but knowing her situation and not doing anything about it, it didn’t feel good.

“So, do you want to live here?”

“…. what?”

“I have nothing against you. I just have a condition.”

“Condition?”

The Angel repeatedly blinked her large eyes and tilted her head to look at me.

“You’ll be in charge of all the housework, that’s all.”

“… that’s it?”

“If you’re not happy, forget about this.”

“No, No I am not! There is nothing like that.”

(What the h**l am I doing…Don’t I really hate women…she’s also a woman…)

“Well, I guess… it’s settled then… your stuff is still at your old house, isn’t it?”

“No, my study materials are at school, and there was no furniture I could use.”

“Clothes?”

“Uniform and some underwear”

Really, this guy is…

“Then let’s go shopping now.”

“I don’t have any money.”

“I’ll get it.”

“No way! I can’t make you do that.”

“Look, if you come in and out of my house in your school uniform, the guys in my class might find out.”

She lowered her eyebrows, apologetic. I wanted her to not mind, since it was something I was doing on my own.

“Well, go get changed, the uniform might give you away, so you can use whatever I wear.”

“I understand…”

So I said, and after a short wait, with my baggy hoodie, and the Angel with no hands coming out of her sleeves came out.

“This is too big, it’s dangerous.”

“Shut up, I’ll leave you here if you complain.”

“Ah, please wait a minute.”

She followed me, shaking the sleeves of her baggy hoodie. While watching her, the two of us headed to the shopping mall.