Healing the Angel
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
910
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is an orignal work of fiction. Any likeness to any other characters is a coincidence and was not meant on purpose. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Chapter Six
*Chapter Six*
I was listening to my iPod whenever my phone started vibrating. I looked at the unfamiliar number and frowned slightly. I opened the text and then grinned. Lisette had sent me a text and she was able to stay the night with me. I let out a whoop and danced into the kitchen. “Stop being such a freak,” my sister said in her whining, sneering voice. “I would rather be a freak than a clone,” I said sweetly and flipped her off. “I’m going to be so happy when I come home tomorrow and you’re going to be at that damned boarding school.” “I’ll be happy to not have to see your faggot face,” she snapped and stomped out of the room, her platinum blonde hair swinging angrily. I rolled my eyes and started looking for my uncle. I found him in his office. I leaned against the doorframe and knocked on the door. He turned around and looked at me, his bright blue eyes filled with delight. “What’s up, Jo?” he asked. “Can I have a friend stay the night tomorrow?” I asked. “It’s the one that was going to come over to work on our AP English project.” He nodded. “Sure, sure. Who is it again?” “Her name is Lisette Cantare,” I told him. “Cantare? As in the extremely rich Cantares that live in that huge, beautiful mansion on the other side of town?” he asked, surprised. I nodded. “Yep.” “Hmm. Okay. So is she a rich, snobby little brat or what?” he asked with a slight smirk. “Lisette is not a snobby little brat!” I snapped. “She is a smart, brave, kind, caring, friendly, funny, amazing person.” Uncle leaned back in his chair and cocked a brow. “You have the hots for her.” I felt my cheeks flush crimson. “She has a boyfriend.” “Doesn’t matter. Dumbass, I’m twenty one, not seventy. I know the signs of a crush,” he said with a sigh. “How old is she? “Eighteen,” I answered. He grinned. “Nice. She’s legal.” I turned around and stomped out of the room. “Asshole.” I went to my room and slammed the door shut like the angry teenager I am. I flopped onto my bed and sighed. I lived with my uncle. My parents died in a car crash two years ago. I was sixteen and my sister, Kaylie, was thirteen. Our uncle was nineteen and had ended up being the one taking us in. We've been with him for two years and they've been great. Even though he's young, he's a great parental figure. I love him. Maybe more than I should. He's an older, hot guy and, well, I'm a hormonal teenager. It's hard not to notice his hard, toned body when he walks around shirtless all the time and wanders around the house after his shower in only a towel. And he makes breakfast in his boxers. And he works out in the basement all the time too. As bad as it is, I'm attracted to my uncle. I rolled over and groaned. My sick little mind was so fucked up.