Angel
The sixteen year old rebel who tries to get though life after her father ran out on her, her mother and her siblings.
Making her innocent, sweet personality disappear and putting her walls up high.
Getting a stepfather who tries to break her...
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Months went by and Megan's drawing went from her killing him in her sleep, to now a 'happy' family.
I acted like I loved the drawings she made everytime she showed me, but I still wish deep down that she goes back to drawing Brad with homeless poop on his head.
And now, here we are, mom and I sitting next to Dylan in the kitchen with him bailing his eyes out.
We tried to get him to talk to us, but the only thing he keeps on saying is "I wanna talk to Brad"
Why? No fuckin clue.
"Hello! I'm home!" Speak of the devil. "How was the, uh.." Brad walked into the kitchen, his smile fading as he say Dylan with his head on the table, letting out a few snifs here and there.
"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly, putting his bag down and looking between the three of us.
"He won't talk to us. He said he only wants to talk to you" mom rubbed Dylan's back as Brad looked shocked for a second.
"Don't know why he wants to talk to him anyway, what's Brad going to give for advice? Live, laugh, love?" I told mom annoyed.
"Angel" she warned and nodded her head and a still crying Dylan. "Whatever, I'm going to my room. Have fun talking to moron over there" I rolled my eyes and got up.
"Hey! You do not say that about people" mom scolded. "Does it look like I give a fuck?" I sighed and walked to my room, mom yelling my name from the kitchen.
I went to my room and slammed the door behind me closed and locking it. I went over to my closet and pulled out a towel.
I rolled it up a little and pressed it against the slight gap between the floor and my door. I went over to my school bag, took out my vape and opened my window, getting out and sitting on the roof.
My room was on the side of the backyard, so I had no worries about having neighbors see me. Because they would definitely snitch on me.
Saying shit to mom and Brad. Mom would scold me for hours and Brad will give me some dumb ass lecture about how it's better to 'talk about our feelings and not vape them away'.
After about five minutes of just sitting there and enjoying my alone time, a soft knock sounded on my door.
I huffed and got up from the roof and went back inside my room, closing the window behind me. I put the vape back in my school bag, threw the towel on my bed and opened the door to see Megan standing there.
"Can I ask you something?" She pushed me to the side and sat on my bed. "Sure, come in" I smiled sarcastically at her.
"So, in a few days, there's gonna be a daddy- daughter dance at school" she mumbled. She looked down at her lap, fidling with her fingers.
"And because daddy isn't here, I was gonna ask you if I could ask Brad" she looked up at me.
"Why would you need to ask me, Megs?" I asked her confused, sitting down next to her.
