I'm Cupid

I'm Cupid - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I've always wondered what would be the feeling of walking calmly down the street. Not hiding in a bunch of clothes and sunglasses. I've always wondered how would it feel to find my mate.

But those are just wonders. Dreams that probably will never come true. I live with my mother, a 45 year old women, that is completely eager for love. Legend says, that if you have Cupid by your side, love will come faster.

My mother believed in that legend. So, she kept me in the house 24/7. She knows that once I find my mate, I'll chase him for all eternity. So, I'm to always stay close to her, even if I don't want to. I hide my face from the world. But I am okay, I can help people from where I stand.

Okay, but not happy. Not finding my mate at my 20 years of life has been so painful and emotionally impossible. I am bound to have a daughter with my mate, and she will be the next Cupid. If that's not possible, the world will have to wait 100 years to have another Cupid close by.

"Angel! Dinner is ready." My mother yelled from downstairs. I cursed softly, leaving the window, and leaving the couple I was watching. I walked down the stairs, with my natural elegance and grace. As I entered the kitchen, I saw yet a different man talking to my mother.

This was an every day thing. Mum would bring some stranger to the house, and silently ask me if he was the one. Right now, she was looking at me with sharp eyes, her way of asking if he was made for her or not. I looked into the man's eyes and sighed. No glint. I softly shook my head and looked back at my mother, giving her a small sad smile.

She gritted her teeth, I knew she was frustrated with me. I've came to understand her frustration, but it never ceased to bother me. It actually wasn't my fault that my mother couldn't find a suitable man for her. It was always like this after my father died. I knew that he was her true love, that he would be the only man that had that glint in his eye for her, but as much as I hate what my mother does to me, I can't bring myself to tell her.

But I wasn't planning on staying here. Some day, I would have enough courage to buy a house or an apartment for myself, find a job, and hopefully, one day find my mate. But I knew that I had to wait for the right time. I looked at the window, and sat on my usual seat.

I hated that my mother brought men to the house. They always looked at me like I was a piece of meat. Even though it was a natural attraction, it bothered the hell out of me. They were supposed to respect me, not hope to get a three way with mother and daughter.

This were the kind of man my mother brought home. Not respecting men that looked at me like a father would look at her daughter, she brought horrible men that thought they had an easy lay, and probably thought that I was one too.

Dinner started awkwardly, none of us talking. The man peeked at lustful glance at me, I just glared back. He froze on his seat. I looked down at my food, and smirked a tiny bit. I loved the powers that being Cupid gave.

After dinner, my mother successfully threw the man out the door before locking it. She turned to me, a fake smile on her face. I knew she actually hated me, but she just kept me because of how much she wanted to have a man by her side. And, I also knew that she knew, that is she even tried to place a finger on me with the wrong intentions in mind, I could easily over power her.

"Please sit down Angel, I would like to have a little word with you... If that's okay." I nodded and sat down on the old, beige colored couch. She sat down in front of me, and took a sip of her tea. After placing it in the coffee table, she turned her gaze to me. They flashed with pure hatred before changing to show not even the slightest shadow of emotion. Even though I could feel the anger pouring in waves out of her body.