Author's note: I've got a loosely put together plan. Starting next week, you can expect Little Angela to be updated every Friday unless I get into a car accident or somehow unexpectedly get extremely ill or die. :D Flames will keep me warm but they aren't welcomed here. E-Chocolate for all that review! ;D
Chapter 19: Flaunting Freedom
It was currently the fourth of July. It has been five weeks since I had woken up. According to Cho, it had been five months since the shooting at my apartment building.
It has been awhile since I have been home. In fact, I don't know if I want to go home. I bet that there's a large stain of blood on my apartment floor. I don't want to go back to a place that holds such a dark memory. I'd rather die than have my daughter and I live in a place that holds such a dark memory.
Even though I am adamant about my daughter and I not returning to my apartment, I am eager to be free of the four white walls of my rehabilitation center room. I am extremely eager to get back to work. I miss it. I miss him, just a little. He has not come to visit me since I was moved to the Rehabilitation Center but he at least dropped Angela off to see me, more than once.
I was far from happy with Patrick Jane. Did he feel that there was no reason for him to visit me now that I was no longer on death's door? I was determined to find out. I felt a little hurt that he hadn't visited me yet but there was nothing that I could do. When I saw him, the situation would be entirely different, and I had half the mind to shoot him.
"When can we go home, Mommy?"
"I am sure that Mr. Jane will pick you up around eight."
"I'm taking about you and me, Mommy. When am I going home with you?"
"That's a bit complicated, darling."
"Living with Mr. Jane has made you cheeky."
"No! I'm not cheeky!"
"No. I'm not," Angela retorted before she thought to ask her Mommy, "What's cheeky?"
"Oh, um, Mommy?"
"What's the definition of cheeky?"
I couldn't help but chuckle at her question and was going to reply but Van Pelt hurriedly walked into the room. She had just gone out for a minute to answer her phone. Her face had a lost expression firmly tacked onto her face.
It was almost like Van Pelt couldn't hear me.
Van Pelt heard me the second time around.
"I got some bad news to share with you," Van Pelt hesitantly told me.
"Red John was found."
I felt a pit of dread form in my stomache as I heard her continue.
"Jane got to him before we could."
"They both are, one more gone than the other."
My heart felt cold. I was having a hard time processing this new information. Jane had finally got Red John. I had known that this was going to eventually happen but I still had once felt a speck of hope that I was going to change his mind.
"We all knew that this was going to happen," Van Pelt softly replied.
"We did know but I had hoped that he would change his mind."
"So did I."
"Could you watch Angela for the rest of the week? My therapist said that I might be able to go home next Monday," I told her.
I was not going to tell her about the conditions that my therapist had given me. All day, I had been planning out my escape route from this Rehabilitation Center. By next Monday, I would be somewhere safe with Angela and none of the conditions would be met. I would do all this without breaking the law.
"I'd love to if Angela does not mind,"
"What's wrong with Mr. Jane," Angela asked me.
"Mr. Jane is really sick at the moment," I slowly told her, "he can't take care of you, anymore."
I hated lying to her but there was no way that I was going to tell her that Jane had killed a man.
"Who is going to take care of me?"
"Angela, you're going to be staying with Miss Van Pelt for a little while. Will you do that for me?"
"Thanks Angela," I replied with a grin.
"Angela usually goes to bed by eight, right," Van Pelt quietly asked me.
"Yeah," I reply as I notice the time, "Angela, it's your bed time and it is time for you to go home with Miss Van Pelt."
"Oh. Do I have to, Mommy?"
"You do. Promise me that you will be good for Miss Van Pelt."
"I will be good."
"Good. I'll see you two tomorrow," I asked with a small grin.
"You will," Van Pelt confidently replied back.
"Bye, Angela. Don't let the bed bugs bite."
"I won't, Mommy."
My grin faded the moment they were out of my room. I felt like I wanted to cry.
Author's note: I think that there might be two or four chapters left? :P Might have a few drabbles after Little Angela. The drabbles would have Angela in them.