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just physically to the boy.”
I fought off another crying jag as I finished, “Nine months later, I gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl. I was just a child myself, I wouldn't be able to care for a child, being in foster care myself. I thought that giving her up for adoption was best for the little one. I didn't even get a chance to hold her, her new parents took her away before I could even say goodbye.”
I sobbed. “I don't even know my baby girl's name. And now she's going to share this fucking curse with me.” I pulled myself under control and growled, “I'm never going to wish again. I'll never let the curse win. I've already wasted two of the ten.” I slapped a wing, illustrating the dangers.
Dorian and Hai exchanged a look, and my purple haired savior offered carefully, “Two? I mean the wings are self-explanatory, though I don't know why you'd wish for wings.”
I shook my head and chuckled sardonically. “It wasn't something I consciously wanted, I was busy falling to my death from where Baldy had thrown me from the Coit Tower. I wished I could fly and... well...” I spread my wings, to Dorian's wide eyed delight. I shivered at her touch as she ran her fingers wonderingly along my feathers. It felt so sinfully good.
I swallowed and blushed then playfully wrapped my wings around her, with the sound of flapping canvas in the air, as I looked over to Hailey while Dori giggled. I shrugged and said, “And the second...” I trailed offhandedly.
She nodded slowly in understanding as she finished for me, “Before you started screaming bloody murder and collapsed, you wished you knew what was going on.”
I nodded as I let Dori out of her feathery prison. I tapped my head, which was still aching with the worst migraine of my life, as I shrugged and said in resignation, “And now I do. I don't even know all that was stuffed in here yet. There is too much on the subject to sift through.”
I said in a whisper, “I can't let this thing win, my daughter is out there somewhere, and I can't put her through this.”
We were all silent for a long moment, at a loss. Then I asked, “How am I going to live like this?” I shrugged my wings up in illustration. Then looked over at the muted television where I watched security footage from the club of me running for the back door, Baldy in pursuit as Hailey kicked some serious ass. Then I added, “Half the city is looking for me now, and I can't let them find me. Not like... this.”
Hailey nodded and took charge, much to my relief. “Ok. First things first. You need to get out of those clothes, they have blood all over them.” I paused and looked down at the blood spray on them and swallowed hard. It was Stacy's blood. I looked around, she was here now, and I'm sure she knew it was hers as well.
I nodded, and Hai went on. “Take a shower, and I have to get at least a bit of sleep if I have to deal with all the fuckery with the police in a bit. Then we can figure things out from there.” Then she got deathly serious as she said in a firm tone, “We'll help you figure this all out, darlin'.”
I nodded, fighting back tears. Why was knowing I wasn't alone such an immense relief to me? I started for the bathroom, grabbing the hem of my tank top and started to pull it up before I stopped and ground out, “Son of a bitch.”
The two looked at me with concern as I looked over my shoulder, between my wings. Dorian asked with that same concern in her voice, “What is it, Angel?”
I looked at them sheepishly and tugged up on my shirt, the bottom tangling with my feathers as I squeaked out in embarrassment. “How am I supposed to get this shirt off?”
This got a couple of chuckles from the peanut gallery as they stepped up to help. I felt silly and awkward. But I guess I fit right in there, not such an odd platypus in our group. A bird-girl, a ghost magnet, and a purple haired
I fought off another crying jag as I finished, “Nine months later, I gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl. I was just a child myself, I wouldn't be able to care for a child, being in foster care myself. I thought that giving her up for adoption was best for the little one. I didn't even get a chance to hold her, her new parents took her away before I could even say goodbye.”
I sobbed. “I don't even know my baby girl's name. And now she's going to share this fucking curse with me.” I pulled myself under control and growled, “I'm never going to wish again. I'll never let the curse win. I've already wasted two of the ten.” I slapped a wing, illustrating the dangers.
Dorian and Hai exchanged a look, and my purple haired savior offered carefully, “Two? I mean the wings are self-explanatory, though I don't know why you'd wish for wings.”
I shook my head and chuckled sardonically. “It wasn't something I consciously wanted, I was busy falling to my death from where Baldy had thrown me from the Coit Tower. I wished I could fly and... well...” I spread my wings, to Dorian's wide eyed delight. I shivered at her touch as she ran her fingers wonderingly along my feathers. It felt so sinfully good.
I swallowed and blushed then playfully wrapped my wings around her, with the sound of flapping canvas in the air, as I looked over to Hailey while Dori giggled. I shrugged and said, “And the second...” I trailed offhandedly.
She nodded slowly in understanding as she finished for me, “Before you started screaming bloody murder and collapsed, you wished you knew what was going on.”
I nodded as I let Dori out of her feathery prison. I tapped my head, which was still aching with the worst migraine of my life, as I shrugged and said in resignation, “And now I do. I don't even know all that was stuffed in here yet. There is too much on the subject to sift through.”
I said in a whisper, “I can't let this thing win, my daughter is out there somewhere, and I can't put her through this.”
We were all silent for a long moment, at a loss. Then I asked, “How am I going to live like this?” I shrugged my wings up in illustration. Then looked over at the muted television where I watched security footage from the club of me running for the back door, Baldy in pursuit as Hailey kicked some serious ass. Then I added, “Half the city is looking for me now, and I can't let them find me. Not like... this.”
Hailey nodded and took charge, much to my relief. “Ok. First things first. You need to get out of those clothes, they have blood all over them.” I paused and looked down at the blood spray on them and swallowed hard. It was Stacy's blood. I looked around, she was here now, and I'm sure she knew it was hers as well.
I nodded, and Hai went on. “Take a shower, and I have to get at least a bit of sleep if I have to deal with all the fuckery with the police in a bit. Then we can figure things out from there.” Then she got deathly serious as she said in a firm tone, “We'll help you figure this all out, darlin'.”
I nodded, fighting back tears. Why was knowing I wasn't alone such an immense relief to me? I started for the bathroom, grabbing the hem of my tank top and started to pull it up before I stopped and ground out, “Son of a bitch.”
The two looked at me with concern as I looked over my shoulder, between my wings. Dorian asked with that same concern in her voice, “What is it, Angel?”
I looked at them sheepishly and tugged up on my shirt, the bottom tangling with my feathers as I squeaked out in embarrassment. “How am I supposed to get this shirt off?”
This got a couple of chuckles from the peanut gallery as they stepped up to help. I felt silly and awkward. But I guess I fit right in there, not such an odd platypus in our group. A bird-girl, a ghost magnet, and a purple haired
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