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Prologue

~Angel's Song~

"Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin' on me
'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me~"- 'Hailie's Song- Eminem'

Dark brown eyes stare down at a small, frail body, as large calloused hands rake their way through jet black hair that cascaded just below curved shoulders. Beautiful eyes rimmed with thick eyelashes stare up in dark brown, filled with love and care for the person in front of them. A small smile breaks out onto thin chapped lips, and a dry laugh sounds through thick tense air.

My Angel…

Thoughts of the small girl in front of the large male causes his grim eyes to brighten with the love he shared for his daughter. He scanned her thin form, going from her red-marked tanned complexion, to her legs that held the pain of the previous years.

Before the rescue…

She gives a bright smile, showing her beautiful white teeth. A smile that made him feel complete, a smile that showed that through the full three years he'd been with her she'd finally experienced a bit of happiness that she hadn't felt before.

Before…

The thoughts of the past made him grimace inwardly. Because the past held all of the sins he'd committed, from when he was strung out on drugs to when he'd found her lying on his trailer porch, a note attached to a duffel bag full of clothes, a stuffed animal, and a puppy whose collar was covered in mud and tags nearly faded, but the name clearly indicated its name was Twinkki.

His Angel was covered with a dark blue blanket, she wore just a simple yellow dress and sandals, her hair was matted together, and she had an eyepatch on, covering her right eye. He remembers his thoughts of waking her up harshly, but he relented after noticing her face contorted in pain, her shoulders fiercely shaking from the nights chill, and her legs covered in yellowish-green bruises as well as her arms. So what else could he do but look at Ron and sigh, before picking her and her bag up and going into the trailer littered with beer bottles, dirty clothes, and drugs.

From then on she'd been by his side, from when he made his reconnection with Michael and met Franklin to when she'd prevented him from dying. Which was multiple times. In all truthfulness, she was the light that brightened the darkness in his miserable life. She was what kept him from killing himself every day and she was what kept him from doing anything stupid. She was truly an angel.

Without her showing up on his porch, he'd most likely be dead from overdosing on drugs or from the murder Franklin and Michael had almost committed upon him. Because that night she was within the car with him when Franklin held him at gun point. She was there when they'd made him crash into the gas tank and they both ended up swallowing fuel, causing her to be rushed to the hospital along with himself.

Those cuts…

Those bruises…

All caused because of my stupidity…

Her right eye, a beautiful shade of amber as her left was a grim cerulean and silver mixture. She was truly beautiful. She was everything an angel was to be. Yet from what he'd learned about her past, she was broken. Her mother, a prostitute and crack-whore had gotten into the whole Feel Boss business, committed suicide, and left her daughter to be taken care of by him. Because he'd supposedly been her biological father.

My Angel…

He hadn't believed it at first. But after getting the paternity test like Michael had suggested he found out it was the truth, this bi-racial child had been born to him and her deceased mother. Angel Rose Mathers was now Angel Rose Phillips. His fourteen year old hope for life, the one he'd watched grow from the age of eleven, was actually a product of him and her mother. A woman he'd been unfamiliar with.

"Daddy, sing me a song." Her bold, but small voice had called out to him. A chuckle filled her ears, and she was pulled close to the males' burly form, his arm draped across her shoulders. He ran his fingers through his greasy, unwashed, dirty brown hair.

"Little girl, little girl," His voice was ragged and low, just enough so she could hear, "Tell me, where did ya sleep last night?"

"In the pines, in the pines- where the sun never shines, will shiver the whole night through."

"My daddy was a rail-road man, killed a mile and a half from here…"

"His head was found in the driver's wheel, his body was never found…"

"In the pines, in the pines- where the sun never shines, will shiver the whole night through. You've caused me to weep, you've caused me to moan, you've caused me to lose my home…"

"Little girl, little girl, where'd ya sleep last night- Not even your mother knows. In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines- who shivers when the cold wind blows..."He began to hum along with the ending of the song, just as she had begun to doze off. He smiled down at his angel and moved her onto his lap where he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, going into a contempt darkness.

"My baby girl keeps gettin' older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, 'cuz they don't understand me
They just don't see my real side
I act like shit don't phase me
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes (oh no)"-'Hailie's Song-Eminem'

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