The next morning I woke up near the woods, where I had fallen asleep. I was still in the same dress from last night and I felt tired and upset about what had happened. How I wished I hadn't said those three little words!
After about 10 minutes of me lying on the ground, thinking about what had happened, Arcanxo flew down and rested beside me.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked with a small smile. I nodded.
Arcanxo closed his eyes and frowned for a second, so quick that I thought I made it up but less than a minute after, Angelo flew down too.
He bowed at Arcanxo, something I forgot to do. "Thank you Arcanxo." He said without a smile.
He looked at me briefly and held out his hand. I took it and thanked Arcanxo for everything and waved goodbye before Angelo took off.
I had forgotten how much I hated heights but flying in Angelo's arms reminded me of this fear. I felt queasy as we flew through the clouds, his body soaring fast through the air.
But before I knew it, we were outside my flat in Brixton.
I turned to Angelo and gave him a hug which he returned.
"Thank you and.. Sorry" I said softly.
He nodded and handed me a suitcase I didn't realise he was holding. "You will need this." He said simply. His eyes looked sad but before I could ask him if he was Ok, he had flown off again.
Nervously, I rang the bell and waited for an answer. There was a pitter patter of feet and suddenly the door was wedged open cautiously. Alice was standing there and before I could say anything, she jumped on me, hugging me and kissing my cheek.
"I missed you so much." She whispered in my ear. I began to cry again. I hadn't seen her in ages and she looked worse than ever, eyes all swollen and skin all taut.
Hearing the commotion, Estelle appeared and a similar greeting was made.
"I came here to take you away from here." I said with a huge grin.
Their eyes widened and I explained what I intended to do. They were overjoyed.
10 minutes later they had their bags packed with ill-fitting clothes, mainly hand-me-downs from me. My parents couldn't spend their drinking money on us, of course. My parents weren't around and it didn't surprise me but it made me angry that they could be so selfish and oblivious to everything.
I called a taxi and we went to the train station. We got the first train that would take us anywhere from here.
About an hour later and we found ourselves in a place called Hastings. It was perfect, our parents couldn't ever find us if they even wanted to.
We bought a night at the local inn and then went looking around the town. It was very cute. There were loads of old boutique stores, a very ancient pub, loads of fish and chip shops and a shopping centre. The icing on the cake was that we were right by the sea too.
When I was younger I had always dreamt that I would go and live by the sea. My parents never took me to the seaside so now I finally got there, I was amazed. It was so beautiful.
We all decided that we loved the place and we went house hunting. We found a really sweet, old flat right by the beach. It was painted blue outside and inside it was very arty - there was bare, paint-stripped walls which gave the flat a mysterious, studio feel. All around were little sculptures and ornaments. It was amazing. We agreed to buy it right there, right on the spot.
The money Arcanxo had given me was such a huge amount that I could afford to buy the flat, decorate it with little trinkets, buy us all new wardrobes of our favourite clothes and take us out for dinner. There was tonnes left over too but I knew we couldn't splash out too much because money could go as quickly as it came.
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Broken AngelTeen Fiction
18 year old Grace has way more responsibilities than she should have. Dealing with parents that suffer from addictions and raising her two younger sisters, she finds herself being sold off to a rich old man who abuses her. This story follows her jou...