The Girl With Wings

Chapter 1 ✔️

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Hope

"Hope!"

The voice boomed throughout the small orphanage. I tensed, freezing for a few short moments before scrambling down the stairs sitting just outside of my bedroom.

"Oh, God." I mumbled to myself as I suddenly realize my terrible mistake. I had gotten so caught up in my homework, a three-page essay, that I'd forgotten to do the dishes.

Think Macen will let that slide? I hurried into the kitchen to find the man standing next to the dishwasher, his eyes practically spitting fireballs in my direction.

He stood well over my height, almost six foot one, and was probably twenty times stronger than me. As he crossed his arms, his muscles tensed. His fists clenched and he set his jaw in unimaginable anger. I swore I saw a vein in his head throbbing.

He stood quietly, but I could practically feel the anger radiating off of him. He glared at me as I tried to hide from him. At that moment I felt like shrinking away into myself, never wanting to see the light of day again.

Finally, he spoke. "Hopeless- what is wrong with this kitchen?"

I didn't need to, but I still found my eyes scanning my surroundings, looking at everything that could have saved me if only I had been more careful. Taken the time to do my chores before working on schoolwork.

"It isn't clean." I mumbled, looking down at my feet. Every part of me wanted to run away from him. But I stood where I was, knowing only worse would come if I disobeyed.

"It isn't clean." Macen repeated with the small bob of his head.

Without warning, his hand flew towards my face and I was knocked backward, completely stunned. Pain blossomed up the left side of my face and I reached up to cup my cheek. Tears blurred my vision, but I blinked them away. They would only make it worse.

Macen chuckled, but there was nothing happy about it. Slowly, he shook his head. "You can't do anything, can you?"

My face ached as I tried to push myself off the floor with wobbling knees. Before I could do so, his hand grabbed my face and squeezed. I let out a small whimper.

His silent anger was even scarier than when he was screaming and cursing at me. My heart pounded in my chest and I gasped for breath and panic finally began to set in.

"What were you doing?" He growled.

"H-homework. I'm sorry, I-I forgot!" I gasped as he released my face. Without much effort, he grabbed one of my wrists and then used his other hand to slap me again.

I cried out, and he growled angrily. "Look at me."

I forced myself to look up into his dark eyes.

Before, I had thought those eyes held pain and loneliness. I'd try to reason with myself on why he acted this way. Give excuses to help myself forgive him, and to help explain why he was so cruel. Why he hated me so much.

Now, I simply stare into his eyes and know that the black I find there is pure evil. With no remorse, no mercy, and no heart. He loved to harm and hear the cries of those hurt because of him. It is just in his nature. A beast ready to pounce on his kill.

Yet somehow I told myself I'd forgive him one day.

"You are nothing but a pathetic excuse of a human, Hopeless. When I tell you to do something, you do it, and when you don't do it you get punished." With one hand he stroked a strand of my blonde hair. I shuddered at his touch, and my stomach clenched in disgust.