“Angelique?” she asks, slowly coming closer. “I didn’t believe it. Someone called me and told me my daughter was alive and gave me this address and I just knew I had to come. Hold on for a minute longer, baby.” She frowns at Bear, her handgun still pointed at his chest. “All your life you’ve been nothing but trouble—a curse to anyone who had the misfortune of meeting you. I tried, Lord knows. Tried to love you, tried to set you on the right path.”
“What in the hell are you doing here?” Bear finally breaks his silence. “And why did you call that bitch Angelique?” He looks at me, hatred in his eyes.
“Why, Evander? Why did you and your brother get your father killed? Why did you target your only sister? Get me addicted to drugs? Destroy our family?”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, still confused by the idea of me being Angel. “We were never a family,” he spits. “And that bitch isn’t my sister.” He climbs to his feet and staggers in my direction. “Angel didn’t look like that.”
“Get away from her,” Mom commands, waving her gun. “Now.”
He laughs. “What are you going to do, shoot me?” He keeps coming and that’s when thepop-popsound echoes in the room.
I scream and everything goes black.
