Wingless and Beautiful
Jerilee Kaye · Ongoing · 48 Chapters
About this book
Beautiful Allison Harley was a victim of domestic violence that made her a loner in school. Hunter Vaughn was the hottest boy in school, the golden boy who thought he had it all until a tragedy took away his perfect life and temporarily blinded him. When they met, Allison was running away from her past, 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. She gave him a reason to live… a reason to see again... a reason to fall in love. Hunter went through a transplant that enabled him to see again, but separated him from Allison for more than a year. When he got his eyesight back, he also got his perfect life back. Once again he's the most popular boy in school and she's the outcast he doesn't even remember. Will Hunter find his way back to Allison? Or will he choose to live his perfect life and pretend he never even knew her?
Chapter One
Chapter One
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.
