After The Sunset

“After The Sunset”

Part I:

     I stared at my incomplete homework, hoping it would finish itself. I felt like solving the Geometry problem but I knew I wouldn’t get the right answer. Anyway, I walked up to the mirror and curled my hair using a curler. I searched for my Ipod, found it and checked for messages. There were none. I sighed, then put it on my pocket. I remembered my best friend’s party. Sofia Fisher’s party. Her invitation felt like a year ago, it must be the reason why I forgot about it. And it’s tomorrow! A Friday! I quickly went into my walk-in closet and chose what to wear.

     All my dresses seemed to be redundant so I used the dial to call my maid and buy some clothes for me at the Canberra Mall. I instantly heard a knock.

    “Come,” I said. My maid came in my room. “Buy me a casual dress for Sofia’s birthday. You know Sof right?” I said as I was looking for some clothes. “Yes, Madame, what kind would you like?” The maid asked. Sometimes maids can be so stupid. I already said casual. “Anything that’s very new. Try Gucci. Ask father. I don’t know, it’s your job. Now get out.” My maid then bowed her head and closed the door behind her. Sometimes I just hate maids.

   Oh well, time to sleep. Still have my party tomorrow then maybe Alyana, Faye and I would go to the parlor or shop. I walked towards my master-sized bed and retired to bed. Just as I did, I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from Sofia. God. Sometimes I just hate Sofia too.

The text said:

            Party tomorrow, 8pm. Peter’s coming too so better dress up.

                                      -Sof

Like I will not dress up.

    Maybe she’s forgetting that one of her friends is Angelique DiAngelo, daughter of the famous Antonio DiAngelo, owner of ADi Franchising Corp.. I can’t afford to ruin my image at that party. Everybody knows me. They must know me.

Part II:

*Knock*

*Knock*

   “What” I murmured on the sheets. “Madame Angelique, your breakfast is served.” Someone said. “What time is it?” I asked the female voice. “It’s 7:30am, Madame.”

It’s 7:30am?!

     I still have to pick up my new phone! Oh God. I hope daddy can talk to the Alcatel owner and reserve some for me. “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier, stupid.” I said, getting out of bed. My maid was still carrying my breakfast tray, stunned. “Well, what are you waiting for? Put my breakfast on the table and get my clothes ready, peabrain.” “Oh, yes Madame.” My maid said. I sighed. Doesn’t she know that it’s Friday and we have classes? I checked my phone and read the text Sof sent me. Peter’s coming. Well, this must be exciting.

     I hurriedly made m human activities. Like taking a bath, styling my hair and applying lotion and moisturizing cream on m beautiful face. It only took me one hour, new record. I stared at my reflection on the mirror for the last time. Everything’s perfect. I went down stairs and found my parents on the majestic dining room, eating.

    “Hello dearest,” my mother, Martha DiAngelo, said. “Hi mommy, daddy. Morning.” I smiled. “Hi dear.” My daddy said. “Oh, dad, can you talk to whoever’s in charge of Alcatel? I want to get their newest model. Can you? For me?” I pleaded. “Didn’t you have a  new phone, Angelique?” my mother asked. “You bought a new phone 2 weeks ago and now you want to change it again?” She added. “But mom, everyone has an Ipod. I can’t just-“

   “Stop it you two. Alright, I’ll buy you one, Ang.” My daddy blurted out the words. “Now go to school, you’re already late. I’ll give the phone this evening.” I ran to my dad and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks daddy!” I grinned. Then I hugged my mom. “Bye mom.” I said. I went to the main door and our butler opened it for me. I walked towards the car and waited for the butler to open the car door. He was still talking to dad. Before he could go to the driver’s seat, I said “Hey mister driver, the car door is not going to open itself.” He seemed like in a trance then he said “Ah, I’m terribly sorry Madame DiAngelo.” He opened it and ushered me inside. The driver went to his seat and asked “Any appointments, Madame?” “None, just take me to school and stop asking questions because I’m late.”

Part III:

I arrived at school nearly late, thanks to that stupid driver.

    Alyana and Faye were waiting for me at the gates and their eyes lit up as they saw me. “Ang! What will you wear for the party?!” Faye yelled. Oh damn. I forgot about the dress. I sighed. “Faye, you actually reminded me.” What?!” said Alyana. “You don’t have a dress?!” she asked, astonished. “I have a dress, Yana. I’m going to buy it later.” I said, already annoyed. I wasn’t going to that party just because I don’t have a dress. I have tons of dresses. I decided I was going to shop after lunchtime. “Girls, I’m going to shop at the Canberra for Sof’s party. Want to come? By the way, where’s Sof?” I asked. “Sure!” Yana and Faye said together. “Sof’s busy planning for her birthday.” Faye said. We started walking to our classrooms and passed Peter Cummings on the way.

     “Hey, Angelique, see you at the party later.” He winked at me. How I love that wink of his. I could only stare and say “Sure.” “You’re blushing, Gel.” Yana said. “Watch it.” Faye said. If there’s one boy I don’t hate,  it’s Peter Cummings.

   Geometry, Chemistry and World History passed. I could only think of the dress I would wear, what brand, which accessory and of course, Peter.

Part IV:

    Lunch time came. We were at the canteen, sitting. I was getting excited for the shopping. “Gel, did your father allow you to go to the party?” Faye asked. Oh gosh. How could I forget that? “Screw it. I forgot it again.” I was getting impatient again.

I texted my dad.

            Daddy, Sofia’s having a party. Can I come? Driver can take me.                                           -Angelique

I instantly received a reply:

            No you can’t. It’s your grandmother’s birthday.

                                           -D

I was freaking out. “Well?” Yana asked. “I can totally come.” I lied.

            Daddy please. You could’ve said it earlier. Just this one time, forget the new phone. Just, please, let me come.

                                           -A

I pressed send,

A reply:

            No you can’t, young lady. Go home straight this afternoon or I’ll ground you. You’ve already had enough parties this week.

                                           -D

     I was mad. Who needs dad’s permission anyway?

     I called my driver and told him to pick us up. “Did your father give you a curfew?” Yana asked. “He didn’t. I’m free as a dog.” I lied again.” “This party would be a blast!” Faye said happily. Seconds later, our black car was parked in front of us. “Hop in girls.” I said.

     We went from one store to another. The DJ was playing “Harder To Breathe” by Maroon 5. It was booming on the speakers and I was having fun. We bought what we wanted. From Versace accessories, Helen’s jewelleries, Pen Shoppe’s shirts, PRP’s jeans and tops, then paid it all with my credit card. Daddy will be furious but I don’t care. We had our drinks at Starbucks, my treat. “I’m really excited guys!” Faye said. “I can’t wait to put that dress on from PRP, Kyle would be starstruck!” she added. “You wish, Faye.” I said. “Peter would have his mouth hanging open.” Yana just chuckled. “We still have to go the parlor.” She said. “Well then, let’s get going.” Faye smiled. I called the driver.

Part V:

     The party had been on-going for hours. Sof’s  house was jampacked so she couldn’t entertain us all. Faye was with Kyle Farroh. Yana was with Richard Green, some boy she just met at this party, while I was with Peter. We’ve been drinking for hours and I was feeling tipsy and I wanted to go home but I was having so much fun with him. I can’t just blow this off. The music was suddenly on and the song was “If I Never See Your Face Again” by Maroon 5. Good timing, Sofia. She must’ve seen me and Peter.

     “Having fun so far, Angel?” Peter asked. He was calling me Angel. I can’t believe it. “I’m having so much fun.” I said. “Want more beer?” He offered with a smile. I already had like 5 bottles. “No thanks, I’m feeling really-“

     My phone was vibrating. I tried to make out the words. Someone was calling. It was Adi..Addidy..Adid..

    Daddy.

   I answered.

     “ANGELIQUE, WHERE ON EARTH ARE YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?! I said come home straight this afternoon!” Dad yelled. “Daad..”I said, looking at Peter’s face. “You are so handsome. I mean-“ “WHERE ARE YOU AND WHO’S WITH YOU ANGELIQUE?” Dad was serious as hell. I was suddenly not dizzy. “I’m with umm..Yana, Sof, and Faye.” I lied again. “I’m at Sofia’s party, the one I told you about.” “I’ll pick you up myself, wait there. Daddy said.

     He hung up. Nobody hungs up on me.

     “Who was that, Angel?” Peter asked. He was concerned. I can feel it. “Oh, just some guy who got the wrong number.” I lied yet again. “Listen, I have to go. I still have another place to go to.” I said. “In this late hour, you have an appointment?” He asked. “Emergency type.” I said, standing up and fixing my things. “So, see you at school, Peter?” I smiled. He stood up, kissed my cheek and said “Yeah, see you.” Then he walked away.

     “Well look who’s lucky.”

    Sof, Faye and Yana were behind me. “That was something, isn’t it?” Sof asked, grinning. “It’s normal guys.” I said. I can feel my face getting hot. “And I have to go now.” “Whoa, wait a sec,” Yana said. “Why? You said you were free.” ”Well, I have to go to another party. Company thing.” I made up this lie again. “Oh well, okay.” Yana sighed. “See you, Angel.” Sof teased. I hugged each one of them, went outside and saw the black car with my father on the driver’s seat.

Part VI:

     “You could’ve been raped! Or killed!” My mother was exaggerating. My dad took me home, while at the car, he was scolding me nonstop. He won’t shut up. Now it’s my mother’s turn. I already wanted to talk back but I figured out that this would all end then I could go to sleep.

    But it didn’t.

     They kept yelling and telling me my mistakes for the past few weeks. They said that I was grounded for one month for drinking with some guy I barely know. They told me that I had no respect for them and my grandmother. “She was very sad when you didn’t show up!” My mother cried.

    I can’t take it anymore.

     “You could’ve said it was grandma’s birthday in the first place so I didn’t say yes to that party!” I yelled. “It was just a little party and you make it a big deal!” I added. “Don’t ever talk back like that ever again, Angelique.” My dad said, mad. “Why can’t I?!” I smirked. “I do whatever I want!” I still had the guts to laugh. “Go to your room, now. My mother yelled. “NOW!”

   “I won’t.” I said sternly.

    “You have no right to talk back to us like that. Now go to your room.” Dad said. “Oh yeah? I have all the-“ I was cut back. “You’re adopted you spoiled little brat!” My dad yelled at my face. My mother was crying and she walked before I could even process what my dad just said. “What..” I can barely speak. “Go to your room!” Dad yelled, word per word. “Tell me! Tell me everything! All this time you’ve lied to me!” I was crying already. One minute I was having fun and now my ‘father’ is telling me I’m adopted.

     My dad sat down on his desk, clenched his fists then opened a drawer. He drew out a folder labelled ‘Feoli’, hesitated then gave it to me. “What am I supposed to do with this?!” I cried. “Read it, go to your room and sleep. We’ll discuss it in the morning.” Dad said calmly. I had no plans of staying in this house for one more second. I ran to the door then to the car. I already knew how to drive but I haven’t got my license yet. I could stay at Sof’s house, or Faye’s or Yana’s. Or maybe even Peter’s.

    I planned to go back to the party and tell the girls what happened. But then there were no people in the house. The lights were off. I decided to call each of them. They wouldn’t answer. Those fake friends. I decided to spend the night at the Australian Suites. While I was driving, I was skimming the file my ‘dad’ gave me. It read:

Name: Samantha Feoli

Status: Widow

Married to: Marco Feoli

Child/ Children: Angelique Adams Feoli

Birthday: July 8, 1966

Age: 46

Current Location: Sydney Asylum for the Mentally Impaired

I stopped reading.

My mother is crazy?

Part VII:

    I reached my destination and got out of the car. Luckily I had my credit card with me. I quickly made the transaction with the receptionist. Her name was Sam and she’s quite old. “Do you have Wi-Fi here?” I asked. “Yes miss, why?” she said. “It’s none of your business.” I said. “Room 717, miss.” She handed me the keys and I quickly went to my room. I was the master’s suite. I laid down on the bed and continue reading the file.

    She was a serial killer. My own mother was a serial killer, and a pyscho.

   *Knock*

   *Knock*

    It was the receptionist, Sam.

    “What do you want?” I said. “Just checking on you, Ms. DiAngelo.” She said. “I’m okay, now get out. I have important things to do.” I said, annoyed. “Like what?” she asked. “Why do you want to know?” I said, getting cautious. “I said get out, woman.” She didn’t get out, instead she went in and closed the door. “What are you doing?!” I asked, skeptical. “Closing the door, silly girl.” She said, smiling, then she drew out a silencer. “Wha-Get out or I’ll call Daddy!” I cried. “You have no real daddy. Your ‘real’ daddy’s dead, stupid.” She said. She was slowly raising the silencer. “Don’t!” I said.

    She fired. One bullet on my shoulder, it hurts.

    “I never wanted you to live, Angelique Feoli!” She shouted.

   “Sam..Samantha Feoili.” I breathed. She fired again.

    Two bullets.

    “I tried to kill you when you when you were still a baby but your father stopped me. He called the cops and told them I was crazy. Then they sent me to that asylum!” She laughed. I could barely hear her. My shoulder was hurting. “I was never a crazy woman!” She yelled. “I escaped from that stinking asylum and hunted you down. I knew you would come here because you are one spoiled little brat!” She was spitting her saliva on my face.

   “Goodbye, Angelique. I hate you.” She said, smiling.

    She fired again, this time at my heart.

    I realized how stupid I was. Everybody’s telling me I’m a spoiled brat, even my other parents. I realized how lucky I was compared to other girls. I realized I was selfish. Only this time, I realized what I’ve been all these years. Everything was given to me. I didn’t even pray. I was a spoiled little brat with horns.

   I regret everything.  

   Everthing.