Angel And A Demon || BxB

EIGHT

I held into his sleeve, like my life depended on it... But there was a big BUT...

That was just in my head. I hadn't moved anywhere from here. Im still standing here, staring down at his shoes.

Was i even gonna say anything?

I was, and i knew i was gonna regret it, but this was gonna fix this. Right?

Or not...

I looked up.

"It was true. When will you ever understand i hate you! Did you hear my father? You're my enemy. We are enemies. We can never be friends or even- Freaking lovers?! Thats bullshit i call, Dan! Fuck you and your.. Demon ass..." I mumbled the last part.

I looked away so he couldnt see my tears.

I heard him chuckle.

He scoffed. "Fuck you Jacob. Really. You're a pathetic little piece of shit! You hear that?! I guess Gabriel was right- actually.. You know what?! He can take you! If thats what you want. To be a slave, then be. Im not gonna be there to fucking save your ass when Gabriel makes you a sex slave! You hear that, Jacob?!" He paused as he took a long breath in.

"Fuck you really." He said and left.

My eyes looked back at him for a second.

".. But its not true.." I whispered, to myself when i heard him leave completely.

I guess ill have to live with that, live alone.

Being young is always so hard.

When you think you know! When you think that everything is going okay, that you can fix everything- no. You can never fix things. Everything goes downhill.

The hardest part?

Making decisions.

Deciding things.. And believing.

Believing is hard..

Everything is hard.

I pulled the covers over my face and that's when I lost it.

I cried.

I cried a lot.

My heart ached so bad.

I felt like it was ripping apart slowly and painfully. It wasn't like someone just ripped it apart, easily. It was slow and awfully painful.

I was not only sad, I was confused, angry and what more, I don't know.

Im not even in the middle part of my life- its the beginning and already so freaking difficult!

How was I ever gonna get my grades up again?!

I turned to my stomach and let my wings fly open. They fluttered in the air as the dust around me flew away.

The sun hit my wings perfectly and it gave me comfort.

I heard my father stand in the door way. Just, silence. Silence, it was something which made me feel like the world was dead.

Like, I myself was dead.

My father finally cleared his throat.

"Jacob. You need to control your wings. You can't live like that anymore." He said as i felt his gaze on my wings, which was not the best feeling.

I sighed.

"I can't, I have tried but I can't."

"Then you'll go training."