Angel

It happened on February 23rd, 2007 precisely at 7:31 in the evening. I don’t remember getting into the car or driving 2 hours, just to see him.

The oldest son of Mr. Rammstein, owner and creator of Krate Industries, a billion dollar industry he had it all. The ginormous mansion that stretched for miles, and included everything from bowling alleys, to a kitchen the size of three living rooms, to a backyard with an ocean view. Their ocean. Yes, I said backyard with an ocean view, because they could afford to have it that way. A pool that could fit a whole house in it or maybe two, and that was just one pool. Five dogs, three cats, two hamsters that were paid little to no attention at all, and a parrot just cause it was ‘cool’ to have one. Two younger sisters that made Paris and Nikki look modest. Ha. And two brothers, one two years younger to him, the other four years younger. Spoiled would be an understatement to best describe the occupants of this house. Except for him.

He seemed so beyond the money and royal treatment and could care less what the trend of the day was, be it clothes or a nightclub. It was for his modesty that he came to be the outcast of the family. That, and he never really was close to his siblings because of the age gap. As other rich kids do, he had the privilege of going to the best schools in and out of the country. He traveled a lot. Met a lot of famous people. But nothing affected him or touched him more than seeing the sight of the impoverished people in Africa and India.

But it wasn't his modesty that drew me to him. Or his deep, dark brooding eyes. There was just something about him that I couldn't quiet place my finger on. There seem to be this sadness in his eyes. As though he were pleading silently from the world to help him from something he couldn’t escape. It has been 5 years since he last saw his family. That day he walked out of the house and left everything he became a new man, a changed man. If one were to hear the story of Angel Rammstein or come to know of him, their demeanor towards him would take a complete 360.

I first met Angel when I started my new job at Krate Industries as an assistant manager. Yes, thee Krate Industries. It was Angel’s mom that convinced her husband to let their oldest son work there, for she loved him more than she had every loved anything in this world. He was her first born, the light of her eyes. Angel, had hesitated at first to work in the very company that could bring him face to face with his past. But his mom promised him that he could work under his conditions and it would never be known to anyone, that he was the son of Mr. Rammstein. And so it was, that he came to be known as Angel, and only Angel.