Shattered

Angelica's P.O.V-

"JAKE!" I called from the kitchen. He's turning 8 in a few days and boy is he growing! School's going well for Jake, he's made new friends besides Matt and Sam. They form a group of 3 guys and 2 girls. Quite cute together if you ask me! It's Matt and Jake, another adorable boy named David, Sam and Katie.

I've grown myself. Both physically and psychically. I still have the ombre hair, thought I'm thinking of letting it go back to it's natural color. My sense of style has become more feminine and fancy, since now I can afford it. I'll explain it later. I've tried going out on dates with guys from UNI, but they were just so closed-minded and somewhat ignorant that I got frustrated in the middle of the date and just zone out. I made friends too, besides Alex, like Laura and Mike, but besides them, just class mates really.

I shall now explain why I can afford fancier clothes and stuff: I'm one of the newest and hottest names in the fashion industry. During UNI, I went so well, one of my teachers recommended me to work as a "trainee" for Victoria's Secret line of clothing. I designed a few cute outfits and they just loved my work and I was officially a VS stylist. A few months later, I was given my own branch of the company and I am now a very famous stylist: Ruby Cowell!

The boys haven't found me, luckily. Even with my last name being Cowell, I guess they're not into the fashion industry...

But yeah, my life is great! I've been going to the gym and I've got to brag about it: I've got a hot body now!! I'm not cocky or anything, I'm just proud I got off my butt and did something healthy! Oh yeah, I'm getting over depression for real, I'm going to the therapist, and so is Jake, but he's recovering quicker than I am. Kids and their speed for learning!

I'm 20 years old now, Harry is probably 21 so.... Yeah, moving on. It's still a touchy subject. I've followed the guys from afar, and I'm so happy for all of them, even Harry and his 'girlfriend', if you can call one of those gold diggers human at all...

"MOM! MOM!" Jake yelled over and over again, making me come back to reality. Daydreaming about the past is now a habit.

"Yes, Jake dear" I asked in a "posh mother" voice. He rolled his eyes and grinned.

"Can I ask Sam out today?" He asked. I sighed heavily. He's head over heels, I tell you. I began thinking about it, and Jake immediately put on a puppy face. I rolled my eyes and thought a bit more. It wouldn't be so bad if they just went out a bit...

"Okay, fine! But behave! Respect her, got it?" I said sternly, finally giving in. He jumped up, fist pumped and hugged my waist so tight I almost stopped breathing.

"Good to know you love me, Jake. Now, let me go so I can breathe!" I said pushing his arms a bit. He chuckled and let go. I drove him to his school and then headed to UNI. It was my last semester and then I'd be officially a member of the VS team. I can't wait!


"Mrs. Greyson, would you please give us an example of a circus themed pattern?" My history teacher, Mr. Brown said. He was a very funny man, he wasn't gay, but he could easily pass as one. I nodded my head and stood up from my chair. We have a whole class room full of different kind of art supplies, sewing supplies, not to mention the most adorable manequins, and amazing cloths! I walked around and looked for something that reminded me of circuses.

"Would this do, Mr. Brown?" I said holding the piece of cloth up. He looked at it for a few seconds then smiled and nodded.

"Yes, very good, Mrs. Greyson. Thank you" He said, motioning for me to take back my seat.

"Of course she'd know! She's the favorite!" A snobby girl said, rolling her eyes. She liked sitting up front and wear the most revealing clothes. For example: today she is wearing a flowy soft pink mini skirt, black tights, black tank top and black ankle boots. Nothing wrong with that right? Well I'd agree if the top didn't almost show her nipples and her 'mini' skirt, barely cover her thighs when she sits. Poor Mr. Brown...

"No, you are wrong, Mrs. Ventura. She is not the favorite, but she is a hard worker" He smiled at me. I smiled back and mouthed a 'thank you'. My friends smirked in my direction and winked, letting me know I had their support. Mrs. Ventura, or Jane, just slumped in her seat, causing her skirt to inch up a bit more, now only covering her inner thighs. It's a belt! It's not even a skirt!!

"Oh, one more thing, Mrs. Ventura" Mr. Brown said, looking back at the board and beginning to write a few dates and what they meant to the fashion history of circuses.

"Yes, Mr. Brow?" She said, smirking slightly.

"Don't forget to put on bottom clothings next class" He said. I could sense the smile in that sentence.

"What's wrong with my skirt?" She asked, frowning a bit.

"I don't know what your mother taught you, but that is not a skirt, it's a big belt" He concluded. Everyone started chuckling, except for me. Maybe she didn't have a mother at all... Tears sprung to her eyes but she refused to let them fall. She rolled her eyes and flipped the finger at Mr. Brown's back.

Soon it was time for me to pick up Jake and go home. But no before I talk to Jane. Jane was beautiful. Really, she was. But she dressed like a prostitute, and slept with almost every guy in UNI. How do I know this? Alex, Laura and Mike won't shut up about it. But back to Jane. She's really talented with sewing and putting patterns together, but... Her reputation kind of dims her talent.

"Hey! Hey, Jane!" I called after her. She turned around and glared, turning back again and continuing her walk. I ran to catch up with her, but it was hard considering I'm wearing heels...

"Hey, wait up! I just want to talk to you!" I breathed out a bit tired. Hey! It's hard running in heels.

"And what? Tell me how much of a whore and slut I am?!" She hissed turning to look at me with fiery eyes. I took a step back a bit taken back.

"It's not that at all! I just wanted to ask why did you tear up when Mr. Brown mentioned your mother..." I trailed off a bit awkwardly.

".... None of your business" She hissed again, turning her back towards me and starting to walk again.

"Maybe it is" I said, confident about this, although she scares me sometimes. She turned around, looking a bit shocked, but teary also.

"I don't like talking about this..." She said, looking down.

"Neither did I, to be honest. But once you let it out, you can move on" I smiled encouragingly. She looked up and smiled a bit.

"What-What do you mean?" She asked, a bit confused.

"Let's sit down, yeah?" She nodded and we walked towards a bench and sat.

"So, I can tell you first and then you tell me, how about that?" I suggested. She pondered on it for a bit, then nodded slowly.

"My mom and my dad abused me. I never had a role model. In the end, it was all a big mess, and my dad killed my mom. But last year I found my real family. I had been kidnapped when I was just a baby" I shortened my story. It's almost like I've memorized it like this and that's what I tell to anyone who asks why I have a son when I'm so young, or where are my parents, or something. She looked at me with pure shock. Maybe it's because I said it in such a normal tone...

"I had no idea... I'm so sorry!" She said, hugging me. I was surprised but hugged back just as tight.

"No problem, you didn't know. I've moved on and accepted my past. It did make me stronger, so it wasn't that bad... Maybe it was, but still!" I said, making her laugh a bit. She sighed heavily.

"My dad left my mom when I was 3 years old. A few years later, she began beating me and calling me all sorts of name. So then I ran away and was found by the police who left me in a sad orphanage" She explained, letting a few tears slip. I can tell it was hard for her to say it out loud. She kept swallowing a lump and pushing the words out, as if it hurt badly, which it sort of did.

"See? We understand each other" I smiled sadly at her. Now it was my turn to hug her.

"Yeah... We do" She smiled slightly pulling away.

"Ok, come with me" I said, standing up and extending my hand. She took it hesitantly.

"Where are we going?" She asked, her voice small for the first time in forever. (A/N:see what I did there? no? :( ok...)

"You'll see" I simply said and took her towards my car. When I said I wanted to change, I meant everything! We got in and I drove away to Jake's school. I parked and told her to wait a bit. She just nodded and sat there, an awkward expression on her face.

"Hey!!" I gushed, smiling down at Jake.

"Hey, mom" He waved. I bent down and kissed his cheek. He squirmed away and rubbed his cheek.

"Not in front of the guys mom" He whisper shouted at me. I looked behind him and his friends were snickering. I gave them warning looks and they quickly shut up. I smirked a bit.

"Ok, bit guy" I said, motioning him to follow. He said goodbye to his friends and told Sam to be at the park at around 4 p.m. She nodded and blushed, turning to her friends that were already giggling excitedly. When I was 8, the closest I got to a boy was when we were assigned to projects in class, end of story. Kids nowadays... So fast forward.

"This is Jane, be nice" I sternly said, once we were all in the car.

"Hey there, Jane! Good to see mom didn't scare ya!" He piped waving excitedly. I turned around, looking at him as if I heard the most absurd thing in the world... Actually, I did just hear the most absurd thing in the world, and it came from my son's mouth!

"Now you listen here, young man" I began. He quickly stop smiling and looked at me wide eyed.

"SORRY! SORRY! SORRY!" He quickly yelled.

"There will be no yelling, and you are forgiven" I said, turning back, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot and heading home.

Sassy and witty like his mother, let's hope he's descent with girls unlike his father...

Notes

Sorry for the time skip, but I have something huge planned! Stay tunned and thank you for the comments, votes and subscribers!