Who: Angelina & Fred What: Confrontation When: PRE DATED TO: Wednesday morning Where: Fred's Rating: Meh-y for possible swearing Complete!
The past two days had been incredibly unexpected for Angelina. Not only had she been kidnapped to some strange and peculiar island, but her husband had told her very troubling news. Shortly after their marriage he'd had an affair, and a daughter. Ange really wasn't sure what troubled her more, the fact that he'd betrayed her, or the fact some woman had carried and nurtured a child by her husband. She'd taken a night away from the journals, and so-called reality. Angelina had managed to find a bottle of wine, took it to bed, and drank herself to sleep and through the next day. George would have killed her, but she had a mind to kill him herself. Too many emotions to count had swarmed Angelina. It started with anger, betrayal, and jealousy. It developed into hate, affection, and sympathy. Ange couldn't understand why or what she was feeling, all she knew was that she needed a bit of time away from George.
Not only did her husband have an affair, his dead twin brother was apparently alive. Her ex-boyfriend. It was something Angelina still didn't know how to process. The reason she wasn't possibly still with him was because he'd died. And then... and then she'd married his brother. His brother who she'd tried to trick herself into believing he was Fred at first. It was beyond a fucked up situation, and Angelina was still having trouble thinking straight, let alone acting. Ange had no idea how Fred had reacted to the news she'd married George, and she had no idea how he was about to act at her arrival. It wasn't like she was married to some schmo he could hate, she was married to his twin brother. His twin brother was the father of her child.
Angelina knew she had to face Fred, and sooner was better than later. Before making her way to his bungalow, she decided to explore a bit on Wednesday morning. She found she was indeed on an island, full of gorgeous beaches and trees. If it wasn't such a bizarre situation Angelina would have loved the island. However, she was here against her will so it left a bitter taste in her mouth. After asking a few people she came across, Ange found out the number to Fred's home. With a deep breath and a heavy heart, she made her way. Her fingers rapped at the door, her breathing now coming out short and choppy. "Fred?" she called, perhaps a little too quietly. "Fred, are you home?"