Page 61 of Angel (Club Nymph 2)

oy, the baby we created together. Mike thought we were so wrong, he thought he wasn’t good enough and I was too good for him… but here, just a few minutes ago, I saw how bright the collision of darkness can shine. I hold the precious treasure of our twisted love and sick darkness in my arms.

But as Dawn tried to console me I let her and cried for the love that burned me and brought me back to life from the pieces.

And Mike was the fire that molded me like a phoenix from the ashes of the girl once I used to be.

February 20, 2016

“Wow, so many flowers! Who are they from?” Dawn looked around my room in the clinic.

“Pax.”

“Pax? The Channing Paxton? The bartender?” she asked, her grey eyes widened as I nodded.

“I didn’t know you had a thing,” she murmured.

“We don’t, he does,” I said, nonchalant.

After an awkward silence Dawn cleared her throat. “Do you remember I mentioned you about the club we are renovating? It has a name now, Man’s World and Channing agreed to come help as a waiter, not all the time since he opened his tattoo shop but whenever we need an extra hand, isn’t that great?” she chirped.

I only nodded. It was hard to open up to her when all she knew that I was the victim in Mike’s case. She didn’t know how twisted her sister was and I hoped she would never know it.

“You okay, Angel?” she whispered, concern was palpable in her voice.

I shrugged. “Yeah.”

Another awkward silence stretched between us, I was content at the silence.

“I talked to your doctor, Angel. She said you’ll be ready to go in a few days. I missed you so much, can’t wait to have you in the house!”

I wanted to roll my eyes at her fake enthusiasm. I knew my sister and I could see inside her, but she kept trying to look happy as all she was feeling concern and sadness for me.

“So, am I cured?” I snorted.

“Umm,” she was lost at words. Clearing her throat she tried again, “Your doctor said you’ll be coming to the sessions with her, you know to talk about your life, but you won’t need to stay here anymore.”

“Good, I think.”

“Of course, that is great news, Angel. You are the strongest person I’ve ever known,” she said, hugging me tight before I could protest.

“You should get new friends, then,” I said sarcastically, but she let it slip.

After a few minutes of her monologue about Alex’ exhibition in Canada and how much of a workaholic Xander was she finally decided to leave me alone with my content silence and antisocialism.

“I love you so much, Angel. And no matter what I’ll always be with you, sister,” she said before going out of my room.

Taking a deep breath I smiled sadly before whispering to the empty room, “Even if I’m in love with my monster?”

October 31, 2018

My baby boy was about to be three years old in a day. This idea should have put a smile on my face, but it only hurt me.

Three years without him.

Three years without seeing his face, without hearing his voice, without his touch.

I was feeling empty, numb, distant… like a ghost.

An arm wrapped around my waist, startling me. “Shh, it’s just me. You okay?” Pax asked.

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