Castiel: The Fallen Angel

Chapter 3| The Fallen Angel and the Archangel

I am trying my best to give my sweet smile but I think it came out more of a grimace than a smile. I am standing in front of my parents and I am having an awkward feeling 

"Seriously, you don't have to be here," I giggled. 

I clasped my hands at my back and let my fingers squeeze each other. I looked at the most precious people in my life. Though I can't remember a time that we're all together and we're happy while being together. But I am happy that I have them with me today. It's not everyday that I can be with them. 

This time, I gave them a huge, genuine smile.I shouldn't be held back by the past. I had long accepted that I don't have a normal family. I, myself happened in an abnormal way. I am a mistake for the both of them. 

Instead of wallowing in the negative feelings, I am choosing to be thankful that they went to all the trouble to be here with me in this somewhat special day. 

"Ah, Niana wants to visit here," Mom said in a cold tone. She checked on her wristwatch, indicating that this is boring her. She obviously wants to be on somewhere else. "If not, I won't be dragging myself to be here," she added in an almost inaudible voice. 

I was aware that Dad begged her to be here. He paid for all the expenses and gave her pocket money. Dad practically paid my mother to be here for me. And I appreciate Dad's efforts. I know he's being the greatest father in his own way. 

I simply smirked at my mother. Thank you, mother, for being so compassionate and supportive. 

Niana's my half-sister. I'm two years older than her. She's our mother's daughter with her second husband. 

I also have a half brother. My mother's son with her third and current husband. Gil is his name and he's five. 

My mother's husband is cool with Niana, but not with me. Maybe, it's because of my nose piercings? 

I was fourteen when Mom married that douche. I spent a summer with them, and the whole time, he was acting estranged. I overheard him talking to my Mom, that he doesn't want me anywhere near their son. Apparently, I was not a good example. Unlike, Niana, the goody-goody daughter. 

Niana was legally adopted. Lucky for her. 

But it's fine with me. My Dad is rich. Zeke Decker may be gay, but he knows how to make a living. I am financially well-stable. Thanks to my Dad's support. He can fund whatever I want to do with my life. And I was never condemned for whatever my decisions are. 

My father smiled at my mother. "Walter didn't come with you?"

I saw how my mother's expression worsened. She glared at Dad and she's obviously pissed. If this is a cartoon, she'll probably be sporting a smoking ears and nose. I smirked at my thoughts. 

Was she pissed that Dad got a crush on her husband? Insecure? 

"Oh, well," I said to break the awkward atmosphere. "Thanks for coming to my graduation. Enjoy the rest of the day, parents," I winked at them then turned my back. 

"Casie, wait!" Dad stopped me from my attempt to escape the awkward scene. He held me by the arm then smiled sweetly at me. "I have reservations for our dinner," he said. He said the name of the famous fine dining restaurant. 

"Can we go with you?" Mom asked, a hint of delight in her eyes. 

I tilted my head as I watch her. Same old social climber I knew. 

Why? Walter can't fund her caprices in life? 

"Niana has been asking if we can dine there since I told her about our visit here," Mom added. 

"Uhm," Dad let out a nervous chuckle. "I only reserved for three. You didn't inform me that you'll bring your daughter with you, Cassandra."

I did my best not to laughed out loud as I watched them. 

Mom raised a brow. "You can't expect me to leave my daughter behind," she said.

Dad shrugged his shoulders. "Then, farewell." He then looked at me, "Should we go, Casie? It's an hour drive from here. It'll be a waste to ditch that reservation."

"W-Wait!" Mom almost hissed. "At least take Niana with you," she said, embarrassed. I can clearly seehow bitter it is for her to swallow. 

I tapped her shoulder. "It's fine. The three of you can go. I have a flight to catch anyway."

"Really?!" her face lit up instantly.

I simply shrugged. I kissed Dad on his cheek then waved at them. 

"Thank you, Castiel. You're such a great big sister," Mom hugged me. "Congratulations for finishing high school."

I tapped her back lightly. "Yeah. Thanks," I said then I left them.

I wryly chuckled. "So much for not leaving a daughter behind," I murmured as I walked away. 

Maybe this is happening to me because I'm a liar? It's not true that I have a flight scheduled. I just simply wanted a way out of that awkward situation. 

Normal people would feel safe and comfortable with their parents around. I feel the exact opposite. Maybe, because I'm not a normal people. 

"I'm a fallen angel," I smiled to myself. "Unwanted by the heaven."

I let my feet lead the way. I'm fine anywhere as long as not with them. I hate feeling unwanted. 

I found myself in an airport. I bought a ticket for the next flight to board. I don't have anything with me but myself, my bag with my important documents, and my diploma. 

I relaxed myself on my seat. This is a business class so I better make my money worth. 

"Can I have that piece of paper?" asked a man beside me. 

I smiled at him then without any hesitation, I handed him the diploma. 

He spat the gum he was chewing the moment he unrolled the paper. 

"Oh, s**t! I didn't know it's a diploma. I'm sorry," he exclaimed. 

I chuckled. "It's fine, I can always have a copy of that. And I don't need it anyway."

He smirked. "Oh, well." He crumbled the paper then threw it on the floor. 

I smirked. "Hashtag, medyo badboy." (Naughty boy.)

The young man beside me roared a laughter. "Wow, marunong ka mag-Tagalog." (Wow, you can speak Tagalog)

I simply winked at him. 

He offered me his hand. "Artamiel," he smiled. 

I received his hand for a brief handshake. "Castiel."

"Hm, the fallen angel," he commented.

I giggled. "Oh, yeah. Sorry I don't know what to say about your name."

"Archangel?" he suggested. 

"Sure," I smiled. 

And we spent the whole duration of the trip, talking about random stuffs. Mostly, it was me telling stories about my trip. 

"Why not make a travel blog?" he suggested.

"I like the idea of it," I smiled at him.

He chuckled. "Good luck to that."

We went on talking and talking. 

In the end, it was still a good day. I made a new friend, who gave me a good idea, which might be a new direction to my life. 

This life is beautiful. I love every bits of it.