My thumb hovers over the button written with the simple word "send" next to my text message as I stare down at the small sentence. My eyes have been grazing over the words for so long that they're becoming blurry, along with the rest of my vision. That's until I blink and quickly hit the send button only not to be able to make it come back as as though I had never sent those words. I wanted to hang out around Vylad, but I suppose that that won't be happening today.

Within seconds, the sound of my phone's notification via messaging goes off, and I find myself quickly explaining my situation to him even if he didn't ask for it. He tells me that he'll make a coverup for my parents that I had gone to a friends house and wouldn't know when I get back due to my parent's deep dislike for any angel that isn't pure. He then tells me if I have to to go to his house tonight if needed or desired. Vylad gets me. And honestly, people take too much advantage of Vylad from what I've seen so far.

It doesn't take very long until I'm like Sasha's dog on a lease where I'm trying to put my things into my backpack at my locker, and Sasha is casually watching me from a distance. There's no point in running from her. More than likely there's more of them that know of what Sasha is supposed to do.

After slinging my backpack over my right shoulder, I glance towards Sasha only for her to begin to watch me walk away. She hides her wings, and I do the same. There was never the need for me to either have to show my wings or hide them back in Bright Port, so this is different.

Honestly, as an angel you don't really notice if you have your wings in or not. They don't really get in the way of anything, and most just have their wings out in public to show of which type they are. I had already texted my parents that I wouldn't be home, and Vylad had helped me with the excuse. So as long as they don't see me with any darks or corrupts, I'm as cool as ice.

Oh what am I talking about? Ice is cooler than me.

"Where are we going?" I ask, trying to keep up with Sasha as she walks forward. She walks really fast due to her long legs, and I'm having trouble keeping up.

"My house. You need a change of clothes in order to fit into the party later, and you also need to learn a few lessons. Lucky for you I'm not allowed to touch you in harmful way of any kind. You can thank Laurance for that dumbass rule. I was kind of looking forward to that," Sasha replies, a soft chuckle slipping from her lips as she slows her walking pace for me to be able catch up to her. "Of course every person at this party will know who you are, so I don't think that it'll matter that much anyway."

My eyes widen, but I only nod my head and take a deep breath in to try and calm myself down. I'm breaking so many rules right now just because of the fact that I'm here with Sasha. My parents will disown me if they find out where I'm going and who I'll be with. The pures will kill me, and Vylad and Liv may be the only ones that will stick by me. But then again, they may leave me by force.

By the time we get to Sasha's house, she groans when she opens the door. Neither one of her parents are home, and her brother isn't either. At least, I'm assuming that the little boy in all the pictures around that include Sasha is her little brother. He looks remarkably a lot like her, so I'd be shocked if it wasn't.

"Go upstairs to my room. You'll know which room belongs to me. The door shouldn't be shut either. So if you can't figure out which room is mine, you're plain out dumb."

"O-Okay." I feel as though I'm an idiot right now due to my passive and afraid nature and only having the ability to answer with simple worded replies. Not the mention the stutter only makes me sound dumber.

I fumble into the stairs and quietly walk all the way until it was the top. A simple creak or sound would even scare me since I didn't even want to make a sound whatsoever. I know I don't belong here, and I feel as though something is just going to come out out somewhere and swallow me whole. I know that won't happen, but it's still scary.

Just as Sasha said, her room's door was open, and I knew it was her room due to the theme of her room consisting of a bunch of royal purple, silver, and black. Even walking into her room makes me feel that once I take a step into her room, I'm going to fall through the floor to my sudden death. There's a light switch next to her entrance, and I flip it only for light to pour into the darkened space. Her room is a nice space, but I almost scream when I turn around to see my reflection against a broken mirror. A simple torn picture of her, Gene, and Zenix held up in the corner but there must've been a forth person due to an extra arm and precise tearing close by the three. Below it was a picture of her family, but the torn picture is what really drew my attention.

"Good luck figuring out who the person in that picture is," she laughs, and I jump what feels like six feet into the air. "You may know who they are already, but that's a story that I won't tell you." Sasha points toward her bed and glares at me. "Sit," she commands, making feel as though I'm a dog once again. "I suppose when at this party you shouldn't look like you're going to piss yourself like you do right now. Nobody is going to hurt you. Laurance made that clear. So just fake it I guess. I don't know. I gave you advice, and I'm dressing you up. That's all I'm supposed to do."

The sounds of hangers crashing against each other makes me tilt my head to the side and suddenly there's clothes thrown at me with a simple "put these on" following behind. She's still in her closet, and I leave the room only to try and find the bathroom to change.

I'm sixteen years old, and my parents try to get me to dress modestly. Key word, try. But with Sasha, modesty isn't a word in her vocabulary. I'm starting to question if she forgot a tank top or something because of the fact that my crop top is completely transparent besides from the lace that's around it and shows my black bra. She's given me a short and a pair of high waisted skinny jeans, and I feel as though my parents are going to wrap me up in a huge jacket and soak me in a bath of holy water screaming "clean the child! Clean the child," even if they know damn well that that does nothing but make me angry.

I walk back into Sasha's room only to have my arms pinning my clothes against my chest. I'm very self conscious, and this isn't helping one bit.

"Awe, you look cute. There's a jacket in the bed, and a pair of heels or whatever next to it." She notices my uneasy state and grows annoyed, her fish tight covered leg swinging over her other one. "Oh please. Be thankful that shirt requires a bra and that you wore a black one. Besides, the jacket kills the fun and hides things."

Sasha looks at the time and smirks, placing her phone into her back pocket and rushing me to put the shoes in faster. A sound of a car honking outside scares me, and Sasha even begins to push me towards the door once the shoes are on and my jacket is in my hands. She grabs my clothes and flats and messily shoved them into my backpack onto to bring that with her.

"Show time," Sasha comments, laughing as I stumble down the stairs, obviously not used to walking in heels. "Gene's here."