I sit down after a bath, my wing and ankle bandages.
"Tayler, those men didn't lie. You're mother is a demon." My father begins. "She didn't die in the fire you caused like I've been telling you. She left to find a safe place for you. We knew people would come for you. They plan to sell you as a weapon. So we kept you inside. We kept you in your room until you controlled yourself..."
I stand up, knocking over my glass if water.
"I don't wanna hear about my mother! I wanna know what the hell I am!" I shout. My father nods, and sits me back down.
"Demi-Demon. You weren't born on earth. You were born in hell, the only safe place for you. But you're mother brought you back here. Why do you think you have powers? Can fly? You're not normal!"
I scoff.
"Don't go Percy Jackson on me, dad." I demand. He frowns.
"I know it's sounds fake. It's true. Everything I'm telling you is true."
I shake my head and laugh. My father grabs me and shakes me.
"Listen to me!" He shouts. I stare at him, and he releases me. I walk to my room, curling up in my bed. This isn't real....this ISNT real...I pull the pillow over my head and fall asleep.
"Tayler...hi honey!" My mom coos. I smile and reach for her. We aren't at home. We are someplace hot, but it doesn't bother me. She's so pretty. Her long black hair has natural steaks if red in it like mine, and her green eyes shine brightly. I laugh and she kisses my forehead. Alorra. Such a pretty name...