Julian's POV
After the heated phonecall with Michael and the brief conversation with Angel that left her storming out of my office I kick my louis vittons off and walk upstairs.Opening the doors I see Angel in bed wearing nothing but my black v-neck shirt..Her hair cascades down her back like ocean waves that slowly come crashing to shore..Its then when I hear the sniff.
"You dont understand what I have to endure sometimes.The pain of looking into the mirror and hating the thing staring back at you?"
She gets up and walks towards me.Her hands go to the hem of her shirt.She lifts it over her head and drops it to the floor.Her stomach covered in fresh cuts the blood beading at the open wounds.
I lift my face away from her.
"Look at me"
I ignore her.
"Fucking look at the monster in front you!"
"Angel."
"What!"
"Your still beautiful to me"
I hear a thump as I look down I see Angel on the ground.She's a sobbing mess.
Kneeling next to her I pull her onto my lap and just hold her..She grips my shirt crying into my chest.I lift her up bridal style and walk to the bathroom.
"Lets clean you up"
Putting her down onto the counter beside the basin,I wet a face clothe.Gently pressing it to her stomach she flinches slightly ,something I would have over looked if I wasnt paying attention.
Bending down to retrieve the anti germ ointment from the cub board ,I hear her whimper
''Its easier to hate yourself then to love yourself''
YOU ARE READING
Anarchy Angel
Teen FictionA bikers tale .About a daughter of a well known biker president.Who he gives away to a mafia boss .She is hardeaded and broken He is broken and demented. Sometimes you can fix another broken thing with your broken pieces.
