Black wings

Part 4

"Dad I'm home!"...silence YES "Alia you can come in my dads not home!" I near shout to the teenage girl behind me blond hair grey hoodie with scuffs on the rim of the sleeves but with the softest skin I've ever seen basically the complete opposite of me in my button up white shirt and black trousers clean as the world had ever seen with rough white skin while hers is a porcelain white "ok" she replies cheerfully as I suddenly take her hand and lead her through my 'mini mansion' as my friends called it she only smiled with a slight pink tint on her cheeks as I lead her to my room but as I pass my parents room I stop since my mother is in there sleeping through her current pregnancy, while other kids would love the idea of having a younger sibling to command I can't stand it mainly because my father has started threatening to kick me out In our arguments saying things like "this little boy will be much better than you could ever be!" And once he called me a 'monster' and even worse I know my mother agrees since she only watches and listens so I have a preparation in place in the form of my wallet which I have been stashing with half my enormous pocket money for the worst case scenario, "sh" I usher Alia as we creep across the fatal hall and finally turning to my hall we go back to normal we turn to my door and go in after closing the door I hear a slight "brr" from Alia "here take this just lay it over you then legs I'll close the window" I say as I hand her my new blanket I have yet to sleep in yet without that information she cozily wraps the blanket around herself cocooning herself in as I close the window and feel no change in temperature at all I feel a kind of heat in my chest just seeing her so cozy and as I sit down after turning on my tv and putting a movie on this heat in my chest goes to my face in an instant as I'm suddenly wrapped in the blanket and am being pushed against Alia shoulder by shoulder and as I turn my tomato face towards her I feel the lock of her gaze directly pointed at mine with a heavy blush right below her eyes her beautiful blue globes stare into my sharp green blades and for a moment I just sit analyzing all the details of her face from her soft cheeks to her black eyelashes moving as she blinks with all the elegance of a bird's wings floating through the sky on a summer evening been then I decide on what I want and move forward she seems patient as she waits for me to finish my trip I turn my head and stop as I feel her lips just grazing mine yet she still waits almost like she's imagined this a million times and this is a new outcome she's thrilled to witness and with her hot breath beating against my lips I whisper "I lo-" "WILHELM!" My father's voice booms through the house and me and Alia jump away from each other and unwillingly Alia gives a yelp as she lands on her back and from the living room I hear a shout from my father "have you got that WHORE around again!?!" I quickly go to Alia and get her up from her back by her shoulders "listen there's a tree at my window climb down from it I'm sorry for making you see all this but you need to go please or I won't be able to defend you, you know your father and you know he despises you so please just get out of by the window unhurt rather than through the front door with a hand print on your cheek" I get the entire sentence out within a matter of seconds and all the while she shakes her head with wide eyes and her mouth slightly open but she seemed to have heard me as she dashes towards the window the second I let go of her shoulders, I grab my phone and wallet out of habit and exit the room where my demonic father awaits me with his business suit on and shoes still sparkling on his feet he looks down at me as I go up to him staring him down with the fiercest glare I can muster "you horrible boy your mother is pregnant and you bring the SLUT in here!?!" "And you think shouting will help her oh yeah if she wasn't asleep before she sure is now and Alia is not a slut or a whore not like that woman I saw you with two years ago I bet you don't even remember her FUCKING name do you? You slug! Leach! Parasitic bastar-argh!"suddenly the fire in my chest is gone and is in my left cheek as fresh tears surface pricking my eyes all that's left is a cold rage and suddenly I'm lifted off my feet and my head still looking down at the ground my black shrub of hair hanging with it as I feel seething hot titles being pressed into my name like hot iron being branded onto a cow the most striking yet unsurprising is his final shout of "your not my son" and with that I feel the cold summer evening air and the stone cold concrete chilling my skin as the door slams shut and I just cry no words no sounds just the pure distress of someone with no one simple as that