The Wicked Angel [English]

Angel's POV It’s another exciting day for me, I came inside the court room and there were some people already sitting and waiting for the litigation to start, including my client who was a teenager—a raped victim, together with her parents. She looks so upset and uneasy. Today is the day that the sentence of his abuser will be decided, weather the suspect will be in jail or not—that explains the reason why she is acting like that. I sat beside her and patted her shoulder, “Hey. Stop acting that way, that is only for losers, we will win this case," I said with a huge confidence. I may be harsh when I said it, but geez! She needs those words for her not to be weak. I just don't know how to say it nicer. I don't know how to be nice even an inch anyway. She has no right to be weak, not at all. She nodded and tried to fix herself. Afterwards, the accused arrived together with his Lawyer which caused the whole crowd to make a commotion. They were condemning the accused. I stared at him with full of disgust and mockery—I really despise people like him! No one deserves to be abused, especially the young girls! Those rapists deserve to die without mercy. If only death penalty is legal again in this country, it would be better. So that rapist will be gone forever in this world. Before my anger goes further, I prepared myself as I am thirsty to hear the good news right now. The judge finally came in just in time. Let the show begin! The judge ordered us to stand up to formally open the trial. "Call the case," He ordered. "Criminal case no. 7412, People of the Philippines Versus Gareth Cruz," the reader said. "Appearances," the Judge said pertaining to us the Lawyers. I stood proudly and introduced myself. "For the private prosecution, Attorney Angel Imperial." The Lawyer of the accused stood as well and introduced himself. After that, the reader started to read the final decision of the Judge. Everybody was holding them breathe except for me. I am proud and confident with my chin up. And finally, the most awaited moment has come. "This court finds the accused Gareth Cruz, guilty beyond reasonable doubt and given a sentence of lifetime imprisonment..." I did not hear the rest of the reading but it was clear to me that the accused was found guilty and that means a success again for me—well as it is supposed to be. No one can ever beat me, because I am the most sought after Lawyer that can actually jail scumbag rotten rapists. And I will never spare anyone! Not even the richest evil here on earth. Everybody in the courtroom celebrated. They all stood up, the girl and her parents were crying after gaining the justice that they wanted. Meanwhile, I remained seated smiling sarcastically. I followed the criminal through my gaze, as he was accompanied by the police going outside the court room. He is surely heading to jail now. Goodbye Bastard! I stood up and went out the court room as well. I went to the wash room to have a re-touch on my make-up—I got inside the ladies’ room, I closed the door and there I faced the mirror and became amused with the scenery of my pretty face. It took me for about five minutes retouching, while people from outside are starting to knock on the door—pissed off to death! I chuckled. You have to wait there, bitches! Until your bladders explode! Afterwards, I went out and found a lot of women waiting in line, so pathetic. I just flipped my hair and walked pass them while their eyebrows are raising like they were trying to kill me. Well, sorry not sorry! I called my driver to be in the parking lot. Her name is Mina, a woman same age as me. I prefer to have her as a driver for a simple reason that, I don't trust men. Period! I was at the lobby and about to walk all the way to the parking lot but a lot of misfortunes in life happens—just like bumping into someone you wish you’ll never see again. No other than—my Mom! "Congratulations, I am proud of you," She said while giving a sweet smile. I snorted and gave her a smirk. Then I walked passed through her. I don’t give a damn if she is being nice, to me she is a fake, and I don't want to see her anymore. I continued walking to the parking lot and finally reached my car where Mina was waiting. I immediately ride in the backseat and laid on the seat lazily. “Are you going home ma’am?” she asked. It was five in the afternoon and dark clouds started to eat the skies. “just drive,” I said. Mina opened the stereo of the car and started playing a song. the only music I want to listen to and never get tired of. I closed my eyes and started to savor the moment, the rain started to pour and it added to my mood. I stared at the raindrops that is kissing the class from my car window, listening to that angelic voice singing in the background. We were just strolling the whole city for almost two hours and I finally felt hungry. We stopped by in a fine dining restaurant, Mina and I ate with separate tables. I just really hate sharing a meal with someone. The idea of it makes me sick. I used to be alone, and I want to be alone for the rest of my life. After eating, I suddenly felt the urge to go to a bar and have some drink. “Come on! Bring me to a bar somewhere,” I commanded Mina. Despite her unfinished meal, she stood up and headed towards the car. And now we really went to a bar. It was crowded and noisy, people are partying of course! We went to the bar counter and started to order drinks. "Give me a champagne," I asked the bartender without pleading. It was immediately served and I started to drink gracefully as if I was a piece of art. While I was busy drinking, Mina suddenly poked me. "Ma’am." How dare you poke me, biatch! "What?" I said irritated, turning unto her with a pissed off face. "Isn't he your favorite singer?" She asked pointing her finger to a man who was walking from the entrance. "Favorite singer who?" I said while raising my brows. "The one who sang the song from your stereo in the car ma’am," she said again. I stared at the man again and finally able to register the person on my eyes and my mind. He looked like an angel who came from above, his wavy clean cut hair was gorgeously black. He was smiling along with the guys he is with and it made his narrow shaped eyelids hide his brown eyes. His small nose and his sweet unique arch of smile was fascina—cut off your fantasies witch! "Shut up, he is not my favorite." Not really, I just wanted to hear his song not him. Let's be clear. He was the owner of the voice singing that angelic song on my stereo. Yes he was.