My Personal Fallen Angel by Emily Walton (ebook pdf reader for pc .txt) 📕

dark though. I have a certain John that said if I was caught, he’d kill me.” John sighed.

“Shanelly, we do not talk of killing in my presence.”

“ I only did it once, I promise. The body bag is in the sewer…. Somewhere. It was only one of those masochistic weirdoes who liked to burn themselves to get a hard on, I swear.” Thor grunted.

“You’re a smartalick.”

“ I prefer smartass, but that works too.”

“ Oh, just shut up, both of you. Alan will be here to pick you up soon.”

“Oh goodie, the family weeder.” Thor grunted again, and I realized it was his equvalent of a laugh.

“ and you say that I don’t laugh.” He scowled, then turned to face the wall.

“Coward.” I said softly before fallowing John down the hall. His growl echoed around us.

chapter twelve

“Thor Grevens. You’re ride is here.” A deputy cop said. I sat up, ruffling my hair, half asleep. I’d been in jail for almost 24 hours.

“Did they say who they where?”

“Just Alan.” I groaned, but got up. That weeder was better than my brother. I fallowed him down the hall.

Fifteen minutes later I was sitting in Gavin’s car, looking down at the small clear bag in my lap, confused.

“Shanelly just said a piece of jewelry for a piece of jewelry.” I picked the checkered barbell up, exactly like my old one. Did she do that on purpose, or did she pick it up merely by coincidence? Did I really think that she paid enough attention to my mouth to see it?

Yes, I truly wanted to believe that.

“Tell her I said thanks.”

“Tell her yourself. I have to pick her up from the mall for mom. I’d put that in first.” I groaned, but nodded.


“Shanelly.”

“Alan. I don’t need to smell like pot.”

“ I haven’t smoked yet today, I swear. Please get in. I have to drop Thor off at his house, too.

“Thor?” she ducked her head to see me. I grinned coyly. It would have unnerved most girls. She just grinned back.

“Hey angel.” She scowled briefly, and then went to get in the back. I glanced back, surprised. “ How long have you been here?”

“ A few hours, why?” I gave Alan a surprised look. “ you only have three bags. Two are from the same store.” She shrugged. I grinned again, clicking the new barbell against my teeth. “ Thanks for the jewelry swap angel.” She just shrugged again. Why was she so damned mellow today!? That would have gotten me an evil look and a bunch of swear words last night.

“She has to go visit a foster family. That’s why she’s so mellow.’’ Alan said as if reading my thoughts. I gave her a confused look.

“ I happened to like this certain family up to a point, and they invited me on a fishing trip. I happen to like fishing, so I’m going. Tomorrow. So could you get my school things while I’m gone?” I grinned. “ Of course. They’ll want you to have a tutor, too. And since my grades are so good, I’ll volunteer.” She sighed. “ John has actually forbade you from entering our house.” She said pointedly. I shrugged. “ So we go to the all night café in town. No one goes there from our school, so I should be ok with hanging around with a prep like you without worry.” She scowled. Finally. Then suddenly she groaned. “ Don’t do this, not today, please.”

“Why is today any different?”

“I don’t have to explain it to you.”

“ But you do to me, or I’ll tell mom about that certain mark on your back that will make her go ballistic. So tell me.” She groaned.

“When did you see my back?”

“ Does it matter? I know you have a tattoo of black wings between your shoulder blades. So spill.” She was quiet a moment, then shot me a hate filled look.

“ I said I liked them up to a point. That point is that the oldest son used to be best friends with this guy I dated that beat me so bad I was in the hospital for two weeks. He’s in a mental hospital now, but the brother will force me to go visit him.” She shuddered slightly. I frowned. “ Why are you so scared of him if he’s in a mental hospital where he can’t hurt you?” she shot me a sour look. “ I’m not scared of him. He gives me the creeps. He was very… clingy. His brother says that he still screams at the top of his lungs that he’s going to kill ‘the bastard that took me away from him’ when he gets out of there. I’ve seen what he can do with just his hands, and felt it first hand. I don’t doubt it.” I grimaced.

“ I’m sorry, angel.” She scowled. “Don’t be. It was my fault in dating him in the first place.” I gave her a disbelieving look. “ What? “She grimaced. “ never mind.”

“No, explain.”

“No.” she shot me a look that I had wanted a few minutes ago and I grimaced, turning around.

“How did you know which barbell to get?” I asked, changing the subject. She was quiet a moment, and then suddenly her eyes darkened and I knew I wasn’t going to like what was going to come out of her mouth.

“ I gauged the hole last night, of course.” I grimaced as Alan gave me a look. “ Angel-“

“Remember, you asked Thor.” She cut in. I shot her a look.

“Let me ask again. how did you know what pattern to get?”

“Oh, well I saw it in the library.” I nodded. “ see, much better.”

“Shanelly? I have a question. Out of the blue, ok? Why do have so many charges against you?” Alan asked. she fell so silent I looked back to see her and gasped. Her eyes where as black as sin so that you couldn’t tell the pupil from the iris. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“You’re mom didn’t tell you?” she asked softly. I gave her a confused look as Alan slowly shook his head.

“Go to the park, please. We need to sit down for this story.”


Fifteen minutes later we where at the park, and she was swinging idly on a swing. I was about to clear my throat when she sighed.

“My mom was a prostitute in New York. I… I only met my dad once. He was a masochistic weirdo who liked to burn himself to get a hard on. He was also a man-whore. When my mom wasn’t working, her and her ‘friends’ where smoking some type of something with me locked in the closet so I wouldn’t get in the way. When I was ten, my mom took me with her. I thought we where going to the babysitter. She sat me on a bench and said she would be back in a little bit.” She closed her eyes suddenly. I frowned. Was she about to cry? And now I understand the hard shell she shielded herself with. She never had anyone there for her, so she had to become that person. She continued softly.

“I sat there for almost 19 hours before the police finally came and picked me up. They said that a woman called about ten minutes before to say that she couldn’t keep her kid. No, she called me her occupational hazard, sorry. Anyway, they figured it was my mom when she gave directions to where I was sitting.” It was silent a moment.

“I’m sorry, Shanelly.” Alan said. She grunted. “ The sad thing was? I was relived every hour she didn’t come to get me. She hated me, and I knew it. So every minute spent away from her felt like heaven. But the police…. They didn’t really see it that way. They attempted to get her to take me back. She refused. Then she said she’d only take me back if they paid her. Paid her to take back her own freaking kid.” She murmured the last part. I shot Alan a look, and he nodded, walking off. She didn’t seem to notice. When Alan was out of sight, I squatted down next to her swing.

chapter thirteen

“Hey, Angel.” Someone said softly. I jumped, pulling out of my thoughts. I glanced around to see Thor next to me, squatting, and Alan gone. “Did Alan leave?” I asked. Thor’s lips twitched. “Yes. Stand up, please?” I slowly stood up, frowning, and in one a swift movement he stood, pulled me to him, and sat down with me lounging in his lap, my head cradled in his right shoulder, so that I could still see his face, and his arms around my waist, holding me in place. I gasped, going to sit up.

“No, sit. It’s compromise time, Angel.” I struggled a second longer, then sighed, relaxing into him. His arms tightened a moment.

“Last night, I was going to tell you that I would answer any question of yours, truthfully, if you answered any questions of mine, truthfully. Do we have a deal?” I frowned, then sighed. “ I go first?” he nodded.” Sure, I can go with that.”

“Why doesn’t John like me being around you?” he grimaced. “Theres some background information needed for that one, I do believe.” I just looked up at him patiently. He sighed.

“My mom died In a car crash when I was six. I was in the car, and I was in the back. I started to have an asthma attack. She turned to look at me, and she swerved into the oncoming lane right into an 18-wheeler.” I gasped, but he continued without stopping. “ my dad was never right after that. He was always drunk. My older brother blamed me for it, even