We Are The Fallen Angels [Complete]

Chapter15

"FOOOOOD!!"

"Shut up Ethan."

"I can't help it that I need food to live Nikki. How do you always go so long without food anyway?"

I froze up at the question.

"Girl's got a small appetite, always has," Devan answered for me, giving me a knowing glance.

I was always made fun of for being fat when I was younger.

They were right, though, I was really overweight, especially for an 8-year-old.

So I had cut back on food. All food.

Nobody had really noticed I had stopped eating besides my dad and Devan. My dad had brought it up to my mother since she was well, my mom. He thought just maybe she could help better than he could since he had no idea how to deal with an eating disorder.

Yeah, no such luck.

My mother told me a little piggy like me should probably stop eating, so that other people would actually like me and I could maybe be pretty, just maybe. My face wasn't very attractive apparently according to her.

I did lose the weight, quite dramatically too. By the time the school year ended I was 4 foot 4 and weighed only about 50 pounds.

Devan took it into his responsibility to deal with the disorder and make sure I got to a healthy weight.

Thankfully, I eventually did. It was insanely hard, though, whenever I was with Devan he made sure I ate something. A sandwich, a carton of blueberries, anything. I still struggled with it. Sometimes my mother's comments still got to me about my weight and I would skip a meal. For the most part, though, I was doing a lot better and was at a healthy weight. Sure, it was on the more underweight side but it was better than nothing.

We probably should stop for food, otherwise, he's just going to continue with his complaining. That and I could go for some food as well.

The pale little girl gave me a smirk.

Ever since Devan had joined us, Albina had become a lot more open. She still didn't speak outside of the mind thing, but yesterday Devan made her laugh and she had the most adorable smile.

We also learned she was a sarcastic little shit.

"Fine, we'll stop for food."

"FUCK YES FOOOOOOD!!!!!" Ethan dove down, trying desperately to find the nearest McDonald's.

The guy LOVED McDonald's. I mean like, Big Macs, were his life.

Yeah, no thanks. I'll take a medium fry.......and maybe some chicken nuggets.

We probably looked pretty odd. Two teens, a young adult, and a little kid. All dressed in ripped up, dirty clothes. My hair probably looked like a shitty rat's nest. Not to mention we had weird markings on our skin where our wings were. When they were folded in, it just kinda left like a big, black-tinted scar.

Oh well. It was McDonald's anyways, not Buckingham palace.

Ethan went to order for us as I picked up Albina and nearly collapsed into a booth. I hadn't slept more than a few hours in days, and it was really starting to catch up to me.

"I BRING FOOD!" Ethan set down two trays full of burgers and other greasy items. Immediately we all grabbed our food, suddenly realizing how hungry we really were.

I dug into my fries as Albina wolfed down her chicken nuggets. Ethan had ketchup all over his face as he scarfed down a cheeseburger, Devan just ate literally everything.

"Excuse me, may I get you anything?"

An older lady with a southern accent came up to us. That's weird, employees don't usually ask you that at McDonald's.

"Umm no thank you."

This lady was starting to freak me out. You know when you just get a bad feeling, like that "get me away from this person, I feel like they're gonna hurt me" feeling. That alarm was like blaring in my head.

"Hey guys, I think we better get going." I looked worriedly at the others, but in return, I just got stiff faces.

"Oh dear, how about you stay a while."

My vision started to blur. I couldn't move.

What the fuck was going on.

"Sleep dear."

Everything went black.