His Broken Angel's Dying Secret

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e spun the combination dial wi

the metal

k hoodie was a bright pink strawberry

ed up t

eat, perfect handw

delicate, precise, nothing like the messy scrawl of anyone he knew.

y did anything for free. But the candy was cheap, the note was simple, and the handwriting lo

xploded on his tongue. He hated sweets. But he didn't spit it out. He stood there in the empty

ticky note carefully and shoved

chool, Claire stood in fro

and rubbed it heavily over her lips. He

the front doors

ey, a bunch of us are going to g

thly. "I have a lot of read

nd lie down before the

sidewalk, Claire turned down the narrow alle

ed strongly of rotting garba

er head down,

nd of a fist hitting flesh

e whim

r heart slammed

green dumpster and peeked

jackets had a skinny kid with thick g

ing through th

Malley, pulled his fist back. He

ng hand reached into her pocket, her fingers bl

ent body that the secluded spot behind the auto shop was Bishop's designated area to smoke between classes, but the thre

igarette hanging from the corner of h

red. "Get lost, Dalton.

idn't sa

g strides. He swung his leg up and

back slammed violently

he other two boys drop the skinny kid instantl

his jacket. He hauled him up until S

Bishop said, his voice a low, terr

ed Spik

er each other and ran out t

icked up the skinny kid'

y into the kid's ches

d a thank you an

ster. She pressed both hands over h

was a monster. But he

s locked exactly on the edge of th

it cigarette on

p said coldly. "Unless yo

th embarrassment. She s

d the straps of her backpack

er. He stopped when he was st

ad to tilt her head

clean scent of her perfume mixed with the linge

e fight. He didn't j

alley," Bishop said fl

alked away, leaving her sta