What It’s Like to be in Hell and Heaven

18-year-old Angel Clark is fed up with her (single) mother abusing her. In fact, she wishes her mother would’ve sailed that ship into the Bermuda Triangle instead of her father. She tries very hard to escape and one (stormy) day she does. Except, she doesn't expect Josh Hutcherson rescuing her. Read my Movella to find out what happens!


5. Mom Won't Find Out...Will She?

"Angel! I found you! Come here, ya little brat!" Mom called for me as a wicked smile crept on her face. I sat on the floor; my arms wrapped around my legs, shivering cold, rocking myself back and forth. I couldn't believe it. Mom found out I was here. She knew where I was. I was about to get whipped and spanked and punched and kicked really hard. 


"Mom, if you loved me, you wouldn't hurt me," I said to her. Her face caught sight of the fear in my eyes.


"Come here, my little brat," she said. "I won't bite, but I surely will whip, spank, punch, and kick!" Tears flooded my eyes. How did she find out? How did she know where I was hiding at?


"Angel, Josh, Conner! Breakfast time!" Josh's mother, Michelle, woke me up from my horrifying dream. I got up and dressed into my loose camisole, an undershirt, two-toned super-skinny jeans, and my pink cheetah print Vans. I went into the kitchen.


"Oh, I just love having another girl here," Michelle said in a peppy tone, "Chris, doesn't it just make you feel like we have a daughter? I think so!"


Not looking up from his newspaper, Josh's dad, Chris, nodded his head. I smiled.


"Oh, sit down, please. Wouldn't want ya to have to eat standing while the rest of us are sitting!" I took a seat next to Josh and Chris.


"Get out of my seat," Conner barked, "I always sit there. It's mine." I got up and moved to the seat that was only next to Michelle's.


"Oh, Conner," she said, "Can you please be nice to company? Please?"


"Oh, it's okay, Mrs. Hutcherson. I'm fine."


"You sure?" I nodded. "Well then," she continued. "Let's eat!"


We had a breakfast of mashed potatoes and gravy, eggs, toast, french toast, waffles, pancakes, and Pop Tarts. Everything, except the Pop Tarts, were homemade, which made it even better.


"Thank you, Mrs. Hutcherson. The food was great," I said, wiping my face off with a napkin.


"Oh, why thank you," she said, "The boys never think so. They're too obsessed with their video games and other doodads." She smiled, I laughed.




Knock, knock, knock. I heard the door as I slowly and quietly entered the guest bedroom.


"I'll get it!" Conner shouted as he approached the door.


"Hello, sir! Did you...by any chance...see or meet a young lady named Angel?" It was my mom. She was there, at the door.

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