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    This is My Family..Chapter 70

    Story written on August 17, 2005 by cassandra_b.
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    Three years later: Bette raises her grandchild and while Angelica manages to fuck things up she decides to go back home…to Bette.

     Angelica kneeled by her daughter, she leaned close and breathed in that baby smell, she kissed that soft cheek and wept for a few minutes. She was ***** up everything. Angelica was so confused. But she still left, she still went out that door, with some more of her stuff she took from her bedroom. She left her daughter sleeping in that great empty house. She left the envelope in the bag…Bette would find it.

     Angie went to so many cities she eventually lost count. She sang for her supper at little cafes and street corners, did odd jobs for local merchants, slept in hostels and made friends on the road. She never stayed in one city for more than a month. Eventually Angelica turned into a nomad, settling down seemed like a death sentence..she kept going and going…looking for something. She had lovers, sometimes, when she felt the need to be close to someone for awhile. One guy was a local hostel sleeper, he had a shaved head that was crisscrissed with horrible scars…Angie never asked where he got it and he never told her. All she asked for was that he hold her and he did. She breathed in his musky grainy ‘man-smell’, she buried her face in his armpits and licked the sweat and dirt behind his ears…she held the thickness of his ***** in her lips, her mouth…she loved how he traced her collarbone with one dirty scarred finger. His skin was summer…dark and hairy and beautiful and rough and sad. His name was Jared..Angie loved him in a way. she knew him for only three months, the longest she stayed in city. Then she left when she felt she was there for too long. Angie never said goodbye to Jared. Goodbyes scared her. She was so good at running away from everything, from anything, Even her own mother…her own child.

     When Angelica was seventeen she was an expert at street-life. She hustled things on the black-market and aquired her own smell. A mix of the street and the drippin’ soup she ate at soup-kitchens. Angelica refused to sell her body for money.  Her pride wouldn’t allowed it. She resolved to survive without resorting to such a low position. Some would consider her position now to be low….but Angelica didn’t view it that way. She viewed it as a rite of passage…Angie felt like she had to have done this, to survive, to not one day do herself in. She had to live, breathe, and smell the low-life so she could…somehow live on. One day she would go back, she didn’t know when. For now she lived hand an d mouth…doing what she could. Moving place to place, from person to person. She didn’t view or realize how young she was.

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    2. Sometimes this story has been very hard to read, but always compeling. This was a touching chapter, I hope Angie is ready to go back to Bette and Fleur. Thanks.

    3. Great chapter. I’m glad Angie decided to go home…I just hope she’s ready to settle and make amends. I think of this story often and I sometimes wonder what Tina would think if she could see the life her daughter has lead. It’s a life so different from her own…how could this child come from her. It’s strange how we mature as humans….so alike to our parents yet so different.

    5. Mom,I think I should go back now. How so very sad. ThankGod that Bette was willing to take the baby and love her so much. It would be like having a small Piece of Tina all the time. She go a second chace with the baby, Now maybe she can get one with Angie. thanks

    6. So often this story raises for me memories that have lain dormant. I remember my mother, like Bette, so hard through most of her life, her carapace of sorrow pierced by the presence of a little granddaughter. They went for walks and slept together. It was a miracle to see her soften. Thanks for reminding me…

    8. CASSANDRA YOU ARE SUCH A WONDERFUL WRITTER.I so look forward to your chapters.I am glad that Angelica has come to her senses to go back and hopefully work things out.It’s not easy but LOVE for your family can be really STRONG if you just talk and work things out….

    9. CASSANDRA YOU ARE SUCH A WONDERFUL WRITTER.I so look forward to your chapters.I am glad that Angelica has come to her senses to go back and hopefully work things out.It’s not easy but LOVE for your family can be really STRONG if you just talk and work things out….

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