Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

(Anj’s POV)

I need a miracle.

I looked heavenward, closing my eyes and praying as the heat of sunlight kissed my face. I could not help myself from wincing as I covered my face with my hand and lowered my head right away. I hissed as my fingers grazed my cheeks lightly, wanting to cry as I felt the red spots, looking like pimples invading my face.

My lips pouted, wanting to hate Mrs. Antonetta for insisting on sharing her meal last night with me, unaware there was crab meat in it. When I woke up this morning, I could hardly see, and I bet Aunt Rose would confess at the church after cursing under her breath seeing my face puffy and red. She and Anya, her daughter, panicked that they had to apply a cold compress to the swollen area of my face before Sister Grace could see me.

Sister Grace is my legal guardian, but I lived in Aunt Rose’s home, her biological sister, for as long as I can remember. I was not related to any of them, but they were the only family I knew in my sixteen years of existence. Sister Grace found me wailing inside the old carton box, very sick, and there was nothing to identify me.

Breathing out, I walked to the mulch and gravel walkway, carrying a basket of potatoes I gathered in the backyard and bringing them to the nursing home. After school, I had to go to The Nursing Home of St. Mary to help Sister Grace despite the tons of homework I had and the upcoming examination. Despite my unpleasant look today, I must work not because I am hardworking but because I have to be good to be allowed to go with Anya.

Anya wanted me to join her at the party she got invited to. I am not a party person or the outgoing kind, but except for the events at the nursing home, I have never been to a real party, and my heart is hopeful that they will allow me to go out this time. Anya is optimistic that they will consider it their birthday gift for me.

Yes, I think… I think it is my birthday tomorrow.

My seventeenth birthday.

I was humming the I Hope You Dance song that Anya and I had been singing for days when I heard a loud honk. I turned around to check it out, only to gape, my eyes and mouth wide open, shocked to see a car was coming my way.

I shut my still puffy eyes tight, waiting for the car to hit my petite body, but it stopped with only an inch of space away from me. It was not the miracle I was hoping for, but the divine agency up there must have saved me from being crushed by a gorgeous red Ferrari sports car.

My whole body was shaking in fear as I stumped my feet toward the driver, but before I could scream at his face, he went out immediately, not to apologize or check on me, but to walk in front and check the damage to his car.

The nerve! What kind of person would be more interested in the car than the life of the person he almost killed?

I growled, walking toward him. “Are you blind? Didn’t you see me?” I said angrily as I poked his back with my pointed finger to notice me.

He turned around to face me, but heaven was my witness that we had different reactions. He raised his eyebrows and moved one step backward, looking at me with disgust from head to toe. I understand because right now, my face looks like the female version of Quasimodo.

me. He was taller, so I had to raise my head to look directly into his eyes, and I bet I had forgotten to breathe as

eyes and inhaled his intoxicating scent, probably from an expensive men’s cologne, and imagined that I was kissing his

so how much?” he

daydreaming. I watched him take his

innocently rolled on the street, or

me?” I sneered

have no time for you,” he took all the paper bills in his wallet, took my hand, and placed a large amount of money on my palm. “Here! That’s for you and your…” he sighed, looking

the business card, but before he could turn his back on me, I grabbed his wrist and returned the money

should have at least asked me if I was okay!” I snarled at

the red spots on my face, I bet I was as crimson as a red crayon. He pressed his lips as if suppressing

damage on…” he pointed his fingers at

opened wide as my anger outburst with his insult. Without thinking,

groaned angrily, not caring where the potato hit him. “You crazy and

and aiming to throw another potato at him.

halted like his heart stopped beating as he heard the thud of the wasted vegetable on the hood, creating a not-so-visible

really crazy!” He barked at me as

me after damaging his beloved possession. He started the car, driving it backward before speeding up to me. I screamed at the top of my lungs, closing my eyes, praying, calling all the saints, gods, and

roared at me, driving so fast that I almost wet my underwear from fear when I felt the air when he went past

heard the sound fading in the street, I opened one eye, peeking to see if he was gone already. I screamed again, but this time I was expressing my anger toward the driver, who was handsome on

I’ll wait for you in hell!” I yelled and cried as I started picking up the

“Angela?”

voice that makes my heart flutter whenever I see the owner of the voice. Dylan was standing, looking curiously at me,

okay?” He asked curiously, picking up the vegetable he almost stepped on

when he chuckled. I heaved a deep sigh and smiled sheepishly at him when he approached me and took the basket from my

asked worriedly as we started walking