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Wingless and Beautiful

Wingless and Beautiful

Autor：Jerilee Kaye

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#highschool #protective #beauty
Introducción
Beautiful Allison Harley is far from perfect. She was a victim of domestic violence that left her physically scarred and emotionally broken. Hunter Vaugh was handsome, rich and brilliant.He was a golden boy who thought he was invincible until a tragedy took away his perfect life... along with his ability to see. When they met, Allison was running away from her nightmares, and Hunter thought he had no reason to undergo the treatments needed to recover his eyesight. He was blind, but he saw how beautiful she was, and she gave him a reason to live... a reason to see again. She was his angel, and he was hers. Hunter went away with a promise that once he returns, he will be able to see her, protect her... be the guardian angel she deserved. But once he got his eyesight back, can he look past the scars that her nightmares left her? will he still keep the promises he made when he left? or will he go back to his perfect life and leave her in the hands of the new angel, who took care of her when he left?
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Capítulo

Archangel Michael – the angel of protection and strength.

"Please stop!" I screamed. I felt the trickle of liquid along the side of my face. Once I got over the shock, I felt the unbearable pain as it ripped through my skin, forever damaging it.

"You son of a bitch! Stop! Oh God, let her go!" I heard my mother scream. "Let her go! Please, I beg you! Stop it!"

"No! She's a spawn of the Devil! Can you not see it?" he asked in a hoarse voice. "Maybe you can't! Her beautiful, angelic face conceals all the darkness within her! I will show you! Once her beauty is gone… you will see her for what she really is!"

He pulled my hair so I could face him. I willed myself to be brave as I stared at the man who once meant the whole world to me. He was staring back at me with bloodshot eyes rimmed with dark circles. They were blazing with anger, like he truly believed I was a demon he needed to kill.

He lifted the glass bottle over my face once again. I closed my eyes, accepting my fate.

"No!" I heard my mother scream as she launched at him. He fell back, released me and I fell to the floor.

I can feel the liquid eating through my skin, making its way to my flesh. My whole body felt numb and I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

"You cannot stop me!" he roared as his hand landed on my mother's face and she, too, fell to the floor.I was exhausted but I willed myself to get up, not just to save myself, but to help my mother. I struggled to look up and saw the familiar man with big brown eyes come after me again. I knew that face. It used to be a face of comfort for me. I remembered the first time I met him. I was barely five years old then. He was the only father I ever knew… the only father I ever loved. He took care of me like I was his own flesh and blood.

Now… I could barely recognize his face. Substance abuse changed not only his physical attributes, but also the way he saw things. In his eyes, I was probably a little monster that he had to kill. The hallucinations were completely taking over him, making it difficult to separate fiction from fact… nightmares from reality.

I couldn't give a fight when I saw him swing the bat. I could only close my eyes. "Monster!" he growled as he prepared to hit me in the face.

I braced myself for the unbearable pain that would probably be the death of me. I was praying for a miracle, hoping to God that it was not yet my time… wishing I had a guardian angel who would magically appear on my side to shield me, save me and fight for me.

I took a deep breath, which could well be my last… and then I heard a gunshot.

One.

Two.

The sound was deafening, almost impairing my sense of hearing. But the silence that followed was even worse.

The mixed scent of gunpowder, burning skin and blood filled the room. I could only hear the wild beating of my heart, the silent whimpers that I didn't know belonged to me and the fast intakes of last breaths that belonged to the man I once called Dad.

I stared into space, not really looking at anything in particular as I tried to distract myself from the harsh reality that I knew would slap me in the face and probably cripple me for life.

It was over… months of torture and physical abuse, days of struggling to heal from the wounds. Now… I could only feel my heart breaking, because for the last ten years of my life, I truly loved him. And I know, he truly loved us. He

had always been there to take care of me and my mother. He used to chase my nightmares away. And now… I'm sure most of my nightmares will be of him, chasing me, pouring acid over my face.

Then finally, I heard the sirens, telling me that help was here. They would come to make it all right, wouldn't they? They would take me away to a place far enough… where nobody could hurt me again. They would fix my wounds… make sure I could function again… I could live normally again.

Everything was going to be okay.

But I know… no matter what happens… nothing can erase the scars he left in my heart… and most importantly, my soul. No matter what they do, they couldn't take away the pain and they couldn't chase the nightmares that are to haunt my sleepless nights.