“When I found you, you were in a bad shape. You were bleeding so bad I was really scared that you might not make it. I cared for your wounds as best I could. I was so glad to see you recovering after a few days. At first it was touch and go, but you must have a strong immune system.” Her voice faltered as she summed up his care and progress.
She stood up and went into the small kitchen. He struggled to sit up and felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder and his right thigh. As he watched her, he noticed she was preparing some food. After she gathered some blankets and pillows, she propped them behind his back. Then she helped him to sit up comfortably.
Angel went to the stove and grabbed what she had been preparing for him. As she sat down next to him and placed the bowl on her lap, he could see the steam wafting up from the food. It looked like beef and vegetable stew and here were rolls resting on a plate.
He spent the last five years eating what was supposed to be food. What he had eaten in prison did not look or smell like real food, but he ate it to survive. When he was released to his family home, the food wasn’t much better there. As he looked at what she prepared and as the aroma hit him, he felt as if he were being gifted a gourmet meal.
“I know you probably don’t want me to serve you, but I can’t untie your arm yet or too much movement could make you start bleeding again.” She explained as she arranged the food for him.
“I made some homemade stew and yeast rolls.” The tiny hands dipped a piece of bread in the stew and placed it in front of his mouth. Cole looked at the food and looked at her. Why was she being so nice to him? His whole life he was told that they weren’t to be trusted and that they were the enemy. Right now, this woman was trying to feed him. There was something appealing about the idea of being fed like this, but he felt like it was all wrong.
His body wanted to accept, but his head said no. He closed his eyes to try and block himself from the sight of the food, but the scent of it filled his nose. Oh God, this food smelled so good. The smell was killing him. He wanted to resist but hunger got the best of him and his growling stomach betrayed his thoughts.
She waited patiently for him to take the food. He slowly leaned forward and accepted what she offered. If he did not feel like his stomach was turning inside out, he would never have accepted anything from her hands. It was against every principle of his life to even be in her house.
Cole felt like he hadn’t eaten anything in weeks. As the flavors hit his senses, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and a groan of pleasure escaped his throat. He didn’t even realize that he had closed his eyes and was savoring every bite.
Forcing himself to pull it together, he saw that a smile was on her face. He had no choice but to allow her to feed him and he realized that she was enjoying it. There was no way to stop him from devouring the first bowl. The food was better than he could ever imagine. He was nowhere near full. After he finished, she asked if he wanted more. Angel refilled his bowl twice and brought him two glasses of sweet tea before he was satisfied and sufficiently stuffed.
The moment she realized he had eaten to his heart’s content, she took the dishes into the kitchen and washed them. A glance around the room allowed him to see that the house was very tidy, and everything was neat and in its place.
“I need to stand,” he announced to her.
Angel went to his side to help him stand. As he shifted his weight to lean away from her, a pain shot through the length of his right side. Instantly, he remembered that he had been stabbed. Without a single thought, he crumpled over to his left side to lean on her.
The comfort he found in her presence was hard to take. She was soft and smelled sweet like candy. He enjoyed being next to her and he knew if she had not been by his side, he would have fallen to the floor.
He closed his eyes and focused on walking and not falling. There was no way he could handle the pain of falling right now. He had to allow her to help him or he might pass out. He noticed that his body towered over hers. There was a moment when he thought they would both fall but she was able to steady their progress as she helped him onto the sofa.
“What’s your name?” She whispered. He looked at her and thought for a moment. Getting involved with this woman most certainly would lead to trouble. He thought for a moment and realized that he already owed her his life. What difference would it make if she knew his name? How could he deny her his name when she was the person taking care of him?
“My name is Cole. Allen Cole McGregor. What’s your name?” Came his response.
“Angel,” she simply replied.
“What did you say your name was?” He questioned.
“My name is Angel.”
“Oh, ok,” he said with some disbelief.
Cole lay back on the couch as his eyes assessed her. She was short. He realized that when she was helping him over to the couch. He towered over her at 6′3". She seemed like she might be 5′ if that. Following her every movement, he noticed that she was nicely built. Her hips were wide, and her breast were big. A glance from her caught him staring at her body.
She noticed that the look in his eyes was strange and it kind of frightened her. What was he thinking? There was no one around for about three miles. If he wanted to hurt her, there was no one she could call for help.
Angel bought this property with the intention of staying far away from others. Five years had passed since she sold everything she owned to move back to the country. After she purchased the cottage and the ten acres surrounding it, she moved here with little to nothing. When she left the city, she decided that she would move somewhere as far off the grid as possible. She was glad to live ten miles outside a small country town named Ashville, Arkansas. Neighbors were few and far between, and that’s how she liked it.
She lost faith in people after her fiancé passed away from a massive heart attack. City life meant nothing to her anymore. Her old life was dead and so were the relationships she had forged with anyone associated with the life she once lived. So many people showed their true colors when Kyle died. The same people who pretended to be her friends immediately changed the moment they realized she would not inherit Kyle Blaze Prichard’s considerable fortune. As her guest lay on the sofa, she hoped he would stick to the promise he made.
Day in and day out, Cole couldn’t stop following her every movement. He watched while she cleaned the house. He watched while she cooked each meal. He watched when she left and when she returned. She was always busy, and he was so intrigued by the energy she expended in a day. Angel walked around all-day humming and working. At first, she seemed afraid of him and she would carefully watch him from the corners of her eyes. Slowly but surely, she began to treat him as if they were old friends. She had the most easygoing nature he had ever seen.
Her attention was always focused on whatever she was doing at the moment. She was an amazing cook. Every meal was homemade. She didn’t have Hamburger Helper or Pizza Pockets. If she wanted pasta, she would wake up early in the morning and make homemade pasta. If she wanted Pizza Pockets, she’d make fresh dough for calzones. Later, she would come back and roll the dough out and stuff them with the fillings she made from the fresh vegetables she grew in her garden.
Cole noticed how coordinated her day was. Breakfast was served at 7 AM. Dinner was served at 6 PM. All his needs were met. It was as if he landed smack in the middle of paradise. Periodically, she would stop to see if he were hungry or thirsty and then go back to whatever she was working on. Every morning she would collect eggs and milk. She would feed her animals and work in her greenhouse.
Any work that needed to be done on the property or the house, she did it herself. Cole observed all the hard work she did every day and he began to see how Angel was able to rescue him and care for him. She was always moving and lifting something from 8 AM to 4 PM. When she started to slow down, they would eat a fantastic meal and sit around the fire. Even in the middle of January there was snow everywhere, but it never stopped Angel from working.
On the rare day when she would work half a day, Angel was busy reading books. She often offered to read aloud. It felt strange to listen to someone reading to a grown man, but it was nice to hear the way her voice rose and fell depending on the character or the situation.
The stories were exotic and the way she read them, created pictures in his mind as if the place was real. Many nights were spent drifting away to foreign lands while listening to the sensual voice of a siren as she spun her tale. The feeling of being drawn into the stories without any control was strange at first, but soon she began to stir up unexplored feelings in uncharted waters.
“How do you feel?” The warm voice asked him. Cole looked at her face.
“I feel much better. Thanks,” he quickly replied.
The knowledge that he gained by observing Angel told him that everything he once believed about black people was all wrong. He was always taught that niggers were lazy liars. All the men in his family believed that anyone who was not white was an enemy to this country. He was told that black people would kill you if given the chance. No matter what happened, he was assured that the Aryan Brotherhood would always have his back.
He heard those messages for as long as he could remember. Now at 38 years old, he was beginning to see just how false those words were.
He had to face up to the fact that his whole life was one big lie. This woman showed him more dignity and respect than he had ever experienced around his family and friends. Her house was peaceful and pleasant.
How could he admit what was on his mind and in his heart to anyone? It was hard for him to acknowledge or believe but every day he spent here showed him the truth. He had never felt tranquility until he woke up in this hidden haven.
Never lay with an animal. Black people are the worst animals of all.
He could hear the words of his uncle Jedidiah ringing in his ears. From the time he was six until his uncle died a few years ago, Jedidiah Henry McGregor always told Cole not to mingle with mongrels. The whole time he was in prison, he abstained from sex because of what he was taught about a man fucking another man. Some of his so-called brethren must’ve missed that lesson because they didn’t hesitate to fuck sissies.
He was always taught to hate Jews, niggers, and queers. They were disgusting insects to be crushed under his feet. It was funny how many of these teachings were ignored by the Brotherhood inside prison cells. Those filthy bastards would fuck any piece of male ass they could get their perverted hands on. They didn’t care what color it was. Hell, the worst part was Aryans fucking Aryans in the ass.
That went against every damn thing the Aryan Brotherhood stood for. The only time they acted like their founders was when there was a fight over territory and trade. He was appalled the first time he saw a fucking so-called Aryan fuck a man in the ass. And he was mortified the first time a so-called “Brother” offered to take a dick in the ass.
Cole held onto his beliefs at all cost. He even killed a handful of men to prove he wasn’t down with that bullshit. When he was released, he vowed to die before going back to prison. Everything was twisted on the inside and nobody followed the rules.