His Broken Angel

Chapter Twenty: Garden Party

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I had two tests today and I hope I did well on them. Good luck for you fellow readers who have to do that.

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Also, my updates will be going a little slower than before. Probably the same amount as this time it was, but I promise that I'll be faster (hopefully) in the next few chapters.

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His Broken Angel

Chapter Twenty: Garden Party

I glared at the driveway once I spotted Alex's car pulling in. My eyes narrowed when I saw him. He looked up to take a glimpse until I disappeared behind my curtain.

"I'm not speaking to him," I said to myself, "not today."

I looked at myself in the mirror to see my head have a crease from the stupid gauze. With steady fingers I unwrapped it slowly and carefully, the dried up blood on it made me gag. I threw it away before entering the shower to rinse out my hair.

After a long shower, I put on some jeans and a loose shirt. I stared at my shelf for a second until I remembered about my camera, so I grabbed it before heading downstairs. Harry and Claire were already hauling in their suitcases.

"Hey, hon," Claire greeted.

I returned a small smile before looking at the fridge. My stomach had been aching the entire night from what I had done to myself, the images blurring into my head until they became clear. There was no way I was eating anything for the entire day after that mess.

"How was federal prison?" I blurted once Alex stepped inside. His face fell with shame and regret, something I had coped with for too long.

Claire and Harry exchanged glances before looking at Alex behind them. "Hon, I know it was wrong to go without you knowing, but your father-"

"Don't call him my father," I snapped.

"He insisted on seeing Alex, and we didn't want him going alone-"

"He's old enough to drive across the country, Claire. To visit his old man, I'm not sure if he's ready to do that alone." My voice came out harsh and sour, the bitterness at the end caused Alex to look down at the ground.

There was a long moment of silence, something that made me tap my fingers against the marble counter. "Maggs, I should've told you. I really should've, but. . ." Alex's voice faltered.

"I don't give a crap anyways. I don't care and I specially don't want to know," I stated, even if deep down I wanted to know what they had talked about.

Probably me. The conversation always led to me anyways.

"I have to get to school." Grabbing my backpack, I mumbled my goodbyes and walked out. No one stopped me which I was glad about.

I was too deep into thought that I didn't realize that Reese was driving his car slowly beside me. "Everything alright?" he asked as he popped his head out the window.

"Yeah," I mumbled softly. I took shotgun before Reese drove off, a smile spreading across his lips. "Why so happy this morning?"

Reese shrugged. "You brought your camera, right?"

"Yes?" I said awkwardly.

"Then I hope nothing good is going on today at school." My eyes grew wide. Reese noticed my panic and held my hand as if to calm me down, which kind of did. "Don't worry, I'm not taking you to another club. If I did then I wouldn't forgive myself."