The thief

Now that Angelo looked at her, he remembered her face. She was the thief Carl had described to him. She had all the features, but they looked prettier this time. The photo that Carl had shown him was dirty on but looking at the woman in front of him, he couldn't help but feel angry.

His brother was all he had, and this woman had made him suffer. This woman had taken the watch he had given Carl. This woman was the reason he had to sit through days, and days of a whiny ass Carl. He had to suffer through the whines and everything. But that didn't even piss him off.

What irked him was the fact that she had been helped but she tole from the hand that fed her.

"you!? You are that thief. Tell me, where's my brother's watch. Where the fuck is my brother's watch? You're the reason my brother had to suffer. You are the reason a grown man had to cry himself to sleep. You really are pathetic. You got help, and you stole for the hand that fed you.

Even a thief has some dignity, but you, you're the lowest of them all. You are useless, a fraud, a piece of shit. I can't believe my brother fell for your act, but what can I say, a beautiful whore for a night has always been his favorite type.." Angelo really was angry, but before he could even continue, he was slapped so hard.

At first, he thought that the beautiful one did it, but it was the matron who slapped him.

"Hermes!" She screamed at him. "that's no way to treat a lady, even if she's a compulsive thief, and liar. You cannot treat a woman like that! I forbid you." She was angry too.

"and why nana? Is she your new favorite? Huh? Why? Is it because I came late today? Do you know how many days I had to deal with Carls's whines? Do you know how many hours of sleep he lost because for him he lost his favorite toy?

Do you know how hard it was calming him down because he has an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and that watch was the best thing he ever had? Do you? Did you even know that he can't sleep at night, and I gave him that watch to make him feel better? To stop him from sleepwalking because each time he woke up, I could get the notification, and take him back to bed? Do your nana? Do you?" Angelo was equally angry, but then the wife of Satan just had to open her mouth.

"so what? Huh? So what if he can't sleep? At least he has a fucken home. At least he gets to eat daily. At least he is not scared that he will de the following day. So what if he sleepwalks? Huh? So what if I stole from him his favorite toy?

Do you want to punish me? Then do it, I'm cursed anyway. You will be doing all of us a favor by finding that. I'm not going to sit here, and listen to you talk about someone lucky enough to have a brother. Me, I'm alone. Alone, but you don't see me whining about it.

You don't see me trying to make everyone feel bad for my current condition. You don't see me trying to guilt-trip anyone into believing me because after all, I know I am bad, and there's nothing you all can do to change that." The wild beauty yelled at him.

She had felt terrible when she stole that watch, and if she knew it was this important she wouldn't have done it. It's not like she had even sold it. If the watch helped Carl, she would return it.

When she had opened her mouth, she wanted to apologize, and even the voice in her head agreed with her, but then something changed, and she let her mouth talk instead of the apology she had rehearsed in her head.

She felt bad for stealing but why was her mouth saying something different? She had already begun, and if she threw in an apology right now, none of them would believe her anyway. If this was all over, if she lived to see her eighteenth birthday, she would return the watch to Carl.

She might have been a bitch, but she was a caring bitch. Besides, she was a good thief who cared about people. Just because her life was difficult didn't mean she had to spend the whole of it making herself, and the people around her suffer for it.

Everyone was looking at her incredulously like she had sold off her brains. She knew she was worn out, but then why was she such a harsh person? Was she really this terrible? She could hear everyone's thoughts. That was another gift of her being in the same room as Angelo.

If she focused on Angelo, she would know what he was thinking of her, but she didn't want to know. She was scared she would find him cursing her in his head. She was scared that he was probably busy judging her.

Angelo on the other hand was confused b this woman. He could hear her thoughts even before she spoke them. He had been impressed by the apology she was rehearsing in her head, but then when she opened her mouth, he couldn't help but wonder if there was a lazy screw in her head.

Maybe they needed to fix that because this woman looked like a hundred bullets didn't scare her. She looked like she was never sorry, but deep down, deep down, she was a good person.

He just wanted to know why she was such a complex human being.