Page 30 of Eyes Like Angel (Eyes Like Angel #1)

Adrian

By the time I headed back outside, after being cornered by my friends, my eyes searched for her—for Eva. But she was nowhere to seen, and nowhere to spot, and only caught a glimpsed of Miss Curtis wearing a sardonic smug engraved on her face.

“Where is she?” I asked her with urgency and wavered tone.

Miss Curtis glued on the side, staring at the empty road with her arms crossed and a smirk curled to her thin lips, widely-exciting posture she carried on her backside.

“Don’t know. It looks like she got bored of you from waiting. She’s such a nervous little girl, isn’t she? She always stayed where she belongs like a dumb beaten dog,” she replied cryptically, a hint of pride etched across her face.

My fists clenched, not knowing why she would say that.

“Look, I gotta go,” I expressed flatly, without saying my goodbyes to her, not remembering on giving her the invitation, and went back at the party with my buddies, who were slightly apprehensive at my sudden mood change.

“Dude, what’s gotten into you,” one of my friends said out loud, music was blasting in and the other guests at the barn right next room were in their own world, having a shindig, having partners danced to one another.

“I don’t know. Have you seen her, by the way? She’s wearing a nun outfit,” I described Eva to my friends.

But, it was quite a change. I don’t think she was wearing a nun getup. Rather, she’s wearing a beautiful dress, reminding me of the historical times.

“Don’t know, dude. Haven’t seen her,” Elijah answered with a bop on his shoulders.

“Is she trying to sin today and confessed tomorrow?” another one of my friends, Zeke, teased me.

“What about Aaron and Marceline?”

“Aaron went home early,” Zeke informed me. “His mom got sick, so he had to leave early. Oh, did you see those babes over there? Apparently they’re kind of famous with OnlyFans . Pay them $100 bucks, and they’ll show you their tits. $200 for their pussy—”

“$300 for them to strip naked in public and $400 for wanting for a good fuck,” Simon interrupted, hyped up by the girls’ wild occupation.

I wasn’t interested in what they’re talking about. Eva was missing, and she’s not here. She’s missing out on a big event I’m planning on showing her of what it means to be alive with purpose.

“Why the long face, dude? You should be happy! The hot bombshells are here,” Simon said, slinging his shoulder onto me as I still had the cup in my hand, ice melted on my whiskey, tasted so watery I couldn’t bear to drink another sip.

“What’s the occasion for, anyway?” Elijah inquired, leaning in to hear my answer.

Before I managed to give them an answer, Marceline intruded into the group. “Dude, I saw that chick you were looking for.”

“Who? Eva?” I said into her ear, music blasted louder I want to smash the speakers and the DJ set up into bits. “Is she the one with the nun outfit?”

“Yeah, I saw her, she—”

Soon, my parents had gotten back from work, finding the farm messy—and fast forward, my parents stormed into the unused barn, an unused barn my dad was planning to use to have horses and goats around.

I overheard him speaking to someone on the phone regarding to purchase thirty horses and thirty goats or sheep, whichever it is.

“Get fuck out! All of you!” my dad commanded, after unplugging the booming speakers off.

Everyone stood in their place, flabbergasted.

“OUT!” he said, and everyone fled and gone back to their vehicles since it already struck at 2 A.M. in the morning.

Marceline peace out and absconded as soon as my parents got near me, especially when my mom is heading her way in a speed of light.

“Adrian, what the hell is the meaning of this!?” Dad scowled.

My fingers ran through my scalp. “I wanted to have a party.”

I mean, there’s no way I’m going to fucking lie to my dad. Ugh, this is such a pain in the ass. Just when I was about to surprise Eva with a gift, she disappears and this shit happens.

“Without our permission, Michael?” Mom chimed in, flouncing at me.

My shoulders bopped casually. “Who cares? You guys don’t even use this barn for God knows how long. I did ask permission, remember?”

My mom sighed, hands on hips. “This isn’t what the barn is used for, Michael. This barn is supposed to be your father’s business!”

“So what?”

“So what?” she repeated, in outrage. “He’s planning on buying twenty-five horses, for fuck’s sake!”

“No one used this barn for a while now!” I protested.

“Michael, you’re not a child anymore. Pull yourself together, and act like a fucking adult. You’re twenty-three, for God’s sake!”

“There’s nothing wrong with having fun once in a while,” I shot back.

“Nothing wrong until you’re trying to make my barn run like a whorehouse,” my dad shouted.

I was in no mood to have a screaming match with a man who loved his office and trophies more than worrying his own son, which he gave no fucks.

“Where the hell is Sister Eva?” Mom asked, searching for her. “Did she set this party up with you?”

I hated the way she accused Eva, who was mainly known for being a godly woman.

“How the fuck should I know? I tried looking for her!”

“What are you partying for, anyway?” she tested me.

“What’s it to you,” I fought back.

“Michael, I swear to God, you’re making me have a high blood pressure and an early heart attack! I’ll ask again, what is this party for?” her voice roared.

If any of these neighbors heard her unhinged screams, they’d be running for the hills.

Gulping, I was trying to come up with a lie, a good white lie. But for some reason, I couldn’t. It’s best when Eva made a right choice of not being present, not while my parents are livid at the strong outcome.

“So, you’re giving me the silent treatment?” she accused, crossing her arms. “Michael, you’re grounded.”

“Grounded? I’m fucking twenty-three years old,” I objected.

Stomping her shoe, she said, “And I don’t give a single fuck about that.

All you do is testing my patience and I’m done with that crap!

Your punishment is to go with your dad at the charity foundation, and you’re going to cooperate at the church.

I don’t care if you’re going to sing, perform or do a civic duty for the community.

You don’t talk back to us, and do your job well. Am I clear?”

Meanwhile, behind Mom and Dad, Bjorn shot a furious look at me.

And I was drowning.

A part of me was screaming angrily, wanting to kill my family on the spot. Another part of me was screaming happily, jumping for joy. From there, I might see Eva.

But then, with a sudden disappearance like that, I don’t think I’m going to see Eva here at the estate and watch movies and eat and dip Oreos on a milk with her at midnight or snooping into my room any time soon.