He made me so angry. How could anyone take that kind of abuse without a fight?
After Alexander had left, Liz made me stay. "Alexa," she said.
She was standing with her arms crossed, staring at my reflection in the huge mirror. Kenith leaned against the counter.
"Do you remember what it was like living with your mom?"
I felt myself shudder. Thoughts of under that bed and hiding in the closet returned. I shook them away and nodded. "Still can't forget," I remarked grimly.
Liz ignored that part. "You were scared, right?"
"That's different," I protested. "I was just a child."
"You were helpless. Almost as helpless as a boy who has attached his self worth to the size of his wings, which is directly connected to Gracie." Liz always spoke so calmly, so evenly. I sometimes despised it. "Be gentle with him."
I sneered and Kenith looked up. "Alexa?" He asked.
"What?" I spat.
"I think you've got a feather."
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Wings
Teen Fiction"Pretty boy." "Princess." *** This world is full of wings. The more loved you are, the larger your wings grow to be. It's a status symbol. The larger the wings, the more you get out of life. Alexander's wings are huge and weighted. He gets what he w...
