Free Broken Angel by Janet Adeyeye

mirror. Was I really capable of destroying this empire that was already in itself destroyed? Obviously, Mom already knows how broken the Morero clan were, yet she insisted on breaking them further into pieces.
    I splashed some water from the sink into my face, wishing I could wash all the thoughts in my head away as well. I suddenly felt cold so I stripped myself of my lingerie and got into the shower then turned on warm water. As it fell on my body, I was suddenly reminded of what a monster I'd become. I looked at my hands and all I could see was blood. I washed it away quickly with the soap, then shut my eyes from staring further into those hands. Then I started crying. I slowly sat on the floor in the shower while the warm water poured on me and I cried. I cried because of my father, because even though I had Angel and my mom, I was alone. I had no one to talk to about my feelings. Then I heard the bathroom door opening and then it closed again.
                      "Kayla? Are you okay?"
                     "Yeah, yeah. I am." I got up quickly from the floor and turned off the tap. "Could you pass me the towel, please?" I asked stretching out my hands from behind the curtain. Angel gave the towel to me almost immediately, then I got out after covering myself with it.
                      "Were you crying?" he asked again cupping my face into his hands
                      "No, no." I laughed. "Why would I be?"
                      "Your eyes are red, Kayla," he said still not letting go of my face. "Tell me, what's wrong?"
                     "It's nothing you should worry about. I'm sorry I woke you." I came out of the bathroom and went to the bed. Angel followed behind me, almost at the same time, still not convinced.
                     "Honey, please talk to me."
                     "Talk to you? Ah! When was the last time we did that? We don't even talk as a couple. It's not fair." I started crying again. Angel came to me and hugged me, but I got up and shifted away. "Don't touch me. I don't deserve your touch," I blurted out even before I knew it.
                      "I don't know what's wrong, Kayla. I don't know what to say."
                      "When were you planning on telling me your mom needed surgery? When?"
                      Angel got up shocked. "How the hell did you know about that?"
                     "See? And you want us to talk." I got up from the bed and went to the wardrobe then started pulling out some clothes.
                      "Where are you going?"
                     "I'm sleeping downstairs in the living room. Don't try to stop me." I snorted then slipped into my pajamas. I hurried to the bed and took my pillow and some covers.
                      "Kayla, please don't do this."
                     "You don't trust me, Angel. You don't tell me anything. Do you think I am a fool? That I don't notice things? You get a call from the office and you go rushing over. When were you planning on telling me the company is bankrupt?"
                      Angel came closer to me and grabbed the pillow from my hands, then the blanket. "You're not going anywhere, tonight."
                      "You can't stop me, Angel. Tell me what's going on. Tell me how you feel. I want to hold you and take care of you when you're sad. I am your wife for crying out loud." I wiped away the tears that were forming under my eyes already. I've never been this emotional about anything in my entire life. Not even when my dad died did I feel this way. But with Angel and finding out he is in pain and not telling me, I felt really bad.
                      "How do you think I feel, Kayla?" He whispered like he was afraid someone would hear him. "I don't know what to