Broken Wings ➳Gally{2}

Bitter Sweet

Trying my best to write as much as I can for you guys, enjoy x
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"You haven't said a word to me."
Avery stands in my now new home for an hour. She has been standing for an hour as I stand back and stare at here in complete shock.
My sister?! Bastard child?! What century am I living in?!
There's one person I want right now. The only person I can freaking cry to. And he's dead.

Bring him back from the dead just for a moment. I don't think screaming into a pillow is enough for tonight.
Or even better, bring me back my Newt.

"Blake-"

"So you spent how many hours with me back at the other WICKED base and it didn't slip up?" I keep my tone calm, my voice low, but my stance very strong and still.
My arms folded across my chest as my gaze towards her is so cold.

"I couldn't-"
"Couldn't or didn't?" I stop her excuses. "Your my dads daughter, and that shouldn't come up in conversation-"

"Yeah well you and I both know it's not an accomplishment to come from him." She says causing me to falter with a reply. It's true.

"I wouldn't know since they force out the memories-"
"You remember, they're not stupid enough to let someone as smart and valuable as you forget everything." She cuts of my excuses and I stare at her with wide he's shocked by her statement.

But she says everything with conviction. Like she knows what she's ready to say, what she's planned to say. Everything that comes out her mouth, it's like she has it planned.

And she slowly releases an exhale as she looks at me with realisation. "Your memories are starting to come back, aren't they?" She asks me and I stay silent standing still wandering if telling her anything was worth it.

Why would she help me escape WICKED and then cause me to be trapped in this hell hole again.
"Get some rest." She drops the discussion as she hands me a key.

"I'm staying next door to you, there's no cameras in your apartment so you don't need to worry about anyone watching you. But I'm the only person who has a key to your apartment, so if anyone else is in, you have the freedom to beat them to death before I do."

She explains to me so calmly as if this is normal protocol.
"If anyone is coming to your apartment you'll be informed half an hour before at the latest. If you bring anyone into this apartment unannounced then you will be forced to be under full supervision in the WICKED building which I don't think you want. We'll go over the security protocols after you've had some rest-"

"Those wernt the protocols?!" I yell out at her whole well rehearsed script. Holy shit, she just shot ten thousand words at me and that wasn't all of them.

"Get rest Blake, you have long days ahead of you."

Oh I'm so in hell.

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"Morning."
I hear her words as she stands out my bedroom door and I stand staring at her half asleep messed up hair after the obsessive knocking on my door waking me up.

"Girl can't get a little sleep around here?" I hate wicked. But damn those mattresses, they were fucking comfy.

"You were meant to be up at seven-"
"Like AM! Are you people crazy?" I stare at her groaning as I rub my eyes still trying to get myself to wake up.

"No, we are dealing with a world catastrophe. Some of us don't get the option to sleep in." She stands there her arms folded as she's so serious and I stay stood raising my brow at her.

"God you sound like my mother, you sure you're not her child too." I try joke as I lazily walk past her and she turns her self to me following me like a dog.