Angelica was a very pretty young lady with long blond hair that was usually found in a braid running down her back. She was thin, and took great pride in her clothing. Even at her young age of thirteen, she had learned that her looks were not found in everyone and that could work to her favor. She rarely had to pay for lunch, treats, or even clothes. Men and boys alike showered her with gifts. They all hoped to get something in return, but they never did. She wasn’t that type of young lady.
She lived just outside of town in a large old house. It was just her and her grandmother, and she liked it that way. There was a large rod iron gate that blocked the driveway and guests were never invited over. She liked it that way. Oh, there wasn’t anything wrong with her, or her grandmother, they just liked their privacy. The less people saw of their home life, the better it was. The less people would ask nosy questions. The less she had to worry about her secret getting out.
“I’ve shown you my house,” Luke said over coffee one summer afternoon. “Can’t you show me yours?”
Angelica smiled. Luke was the cutest boy she had dated and he was very nice and polite. He lived with his father who was not a nice man. She wondered if he would be missed. “Oh, alright. Come over tonight at seven.”
Luke was ecstatic. He had liked Angelica since they first met in 3rd grade and now she was going to let him see her house. For the rest of the day he was on cloud nine. He told his father who simply responded with a shrug. At seven, Luke showed up at her front gate dressed to the nines. Angelica peeked out the window and rolled her eyes. Boys.
“Hi,” she said, as she unlocked the gate and let him in.
“Hey,” Luke said, trying to find his voice. “Nice place.”
“You haven’t seen it yet.” Angelica giggled.
Luke turned red with embarrassment. Together they walked into the house where her grandmother was waiting. After the traditional, and expected, introductions, Angelica took Luke on a tour of the house. Her grandmother returned to the study and sat by the fireplace. After the tour, Angelica and Luke joined her grandmother.
“Your home is very lovely,” Luke told her grandmother.
“No, it isn’t”
“Now Gramma, don’t be that way. I’m sorry Luke, this is why I don’t bring people over.”
“It…it’s okay. Um, maybe I can help with any repairs or cleaning or –”
“Get out,” Angelica’s grandmother said.
Angelica’s eyes bulged and her face became red. “Grandmother!”
Luke stood up to leave. “Don’t go,” Angelica said, touching his hand gently, provocatively. “You didn’t see my room yet.”
Luke cleared his throat. He didn’t know what to make of this. I mean, yeah, sure, he was fourteen and liked to think about those things as much as the next guy, and Angelica was, well, Angelica Gray, so, what else was a guy to do. “Oh, okay.”
Luke was never seen again.