Thread: Little Did They Had {Revenge x viktri_neɪʃən]

RE Little Did They Had Revenge - Viktrinen Without moving his head, Angelo's dark eyes followed her as she moved around the room and collected the dirty clothes that were carelessly thrown in different areas of the room, the largest pile being in the corner behind the door. When she walked into the bathroom, he closed his eyes since he preferred not to move his head and she had moved out of his range of sight. Maybe two seconds later a loud thump could be heard as well as a crashing noise of things falling to the floor then another thump. He sat up as quickly as his body would allow and answered, Kelly? when she yelled his name. He stood and limped to the bathroom, finding her in an awkward position but otherwise safe. I-I'm sorry, damn, girl. Are you a'ight? He grabbed her waist to pull her up though she did most of the work on her own and even took the mop and ran it over the tiled floor to clean his mess. Kelly easily passed him when the bathroom was clean, their eyes briefly met, his filled with concern upon witnessing the exhaustion in hers and the day just began. He sighed and weakly smiled when she claimed he hated her and didn't object, thinking she was joking. Angelo reached behind the bed and unfolded a travel wheelchair he 'borrowed' for Kelly when the time came when she would be too developed to travel. Whatever's left can wait 'til we get back, so let's go baby. He rolled the chair to her side of the bed and stroked her hair as she lay there catching her breath. In your chair...that's it... Angelo said soothingly and helped her down into the seat. He grabbed the handles and pushed, his arms trembling but he powered through for her sake, to the door, snatching the clothes bag from the floor and dragging it as they moved. At the door, Angelo abandoned her for a few seconds to retrieve his shoes and pocket knife for protection. He caught the time on the microwave and nodded with approval, knowing they'd catch the bus on time. Angelo honestly felt safer in their neighborhood, knowing all his homies from the gangs have his back in this territory. Those two negroes from earlier were lucky it was just Angelo early in the morning, instead of Angelo with his crew at night with guns. When the bus finally arrived, the driver was kind enough to lend them a hand aboard, the wheelchair folded and resting against his leg the bag of clothes in his lap in the aisle while Kelly occupies a window seat. His hand rested on her stomach, rubbing in circles protectively. He subconsciously counted the number of stops, recalling from memory where his uncle and siblings lived. Once at the right stop, Angelo wheeled Kelly down the street, his heart beating faster and his smile growing larger knowing they were getting closer and closer. It was Angelo's younger brother, Santiago, who opened the door and gave them each a warm and welcoming hug. Santiago was 14, and with each passing day, grew to look exactly like Angelo except for their differences in height and muscle build. Spanish was whispered among them in greeting before Santiago allowed them into the kitchen where Estefania and Uncle Rick were, enjoying breakfast. They all shouted in excitement at the couple, paying special attention to Kelly and the soon to be baby girl or boy. Uncle Rick fixed Kelly a plate after Angelo wheeled her to the table and gave Estefania their dirty clothes for washing, and examined Angelo's bruised face, but knew better than to ask, knowing he wouldn't like the answer. Instead, Uncle Rick gave Kelly his full attention, How are you feeling? Angelo said you and the baby were healthy, but I wouldn't believe it until I saw it.