Five more days until Bradd came back.
Jeff said I could wear his hoodie since I was cold but, I couldn't because of my gargantuan wings. I wore: My favorite bootcut jeans, cheap trainers and a black tank top. But I had to cut holes in all of my shirts or tops so my wings could fit. I started to fiddle with my horns; I had to wait until Jeff was ready to help me practice flying.
When he was finally ready I stood up and looked at him, he didn't seem any different. Except for the few drops of blood on his hoodie and leaking out of his pockets. I asked him if he went out killing, hoping I didn't sound angry. He replies saying yes, and just threw his bloody knife to the counter in the kitchen.
When he came back he grasped my hand and pulled me outside. Eager I guess? Once we were out, he looked at me and smiled, before kissing me for a moment and slowly walking away to lean on a tree.
I turned to face the horizon in front of me, it was early in the morning so the sky had a red, pinkish glow to it. Beautiful! I stood there remembering what Bradd had told me last night when he called me while Jeff was asleep. To: concentrate when trying to fly, when I have enough practice I could apparently flying without concentrating. It was true though, I don't have to focus when flying. Back to the story!
I stood there, my mind fully focused on flying. Before I knew it I was soaring threw the air, at about 3-4,000 ft off the ground while Jeff cheered my name. I was flying! It was the happiest moment of my life, I had gone from a normal teenage girl, to part of a demon, with wings and horns flying through the sky with my killer boyfriend. It truly was amazing.
I landed on the ground after 10 minutes of flying. I looked over to Jeff and he hugged me and kissed my forehead. I collapsed in his arms, he asked if I was okay, urgency racing in his voice. All I said was yes, then out of thin...
I jumped up and hugged him, causing him to clash with the floor and me sat on top of him. He blushed at the position but I didn't care; I trapped his arms under my knees so he could move. I asked him what I just did, yet he stayed silent. I layed my head on his chest, and my body laid next to his. Jeff pit his arm around his shoulder and the other behind his head supporting it.
I looked up at the pink sky, as I sighed loudly. Then I answered the question for him. "I just flew." After that I slowly closed my eyes as I drifted off to a light sleep since I didn't have alot last night. I couldn't wait to tell Bradd!
