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Angel's POV

I can't take it this is terrible I lose the closest thing I have to mother. Then my almost father is shot out of the sky. Iggy won't let me see him. Why is this happening to me? I frame the three pictures of Fang I have and the five picture of max and hang them over my hammock.

My brother isn't talking again.

Nudge is distant.

Iggy will barely speak to any of us. He moved out of Nudge's room.

Today is the anniversary of max's death and I have spent it in my room. Me and Iggy had a fight today. I wanted to go see Fang and for the millionth time I pleaded and begged Iggy to let me come with him. He had tears in his when he left and he when I tried to look into his mind to see why all he was thinking was trying to say the alphabet backwards.

I think back to that horrible day and how happy I was that morning. Fang was rejoining the family and I got a puppy and we were going to fly for the first time in years.

Then Fang was shot and as soon as he was conscious he yelled and cried for Max. When we got home that night I made Nudge and Iggy get rid of the dogs. I couldn't stand to look at them and I didn't care they cost them a but load of money.

I heard the door open and slam and I ran down the hall to get the update from Iggy. He was in the kitchen and was leaning against the sink, head down.

"Iggy?" I asked hesitantly. Something was wrong. Then Iggy's mind was screaming to me.

"I AM A MURDER. I KILLED MY OWN BROTHER. WHAT HAVE I DONE. MURDER! MURDER! MURDER! MURDER!

I stood there shocked and horrified. Then I screamed. "No!"

Iggy picked up a glass and threw at the wall where it shattered. He swiped his arm across the counter shattering every dish.

I crumpled to the ground crying. " No! No! Fannng..."

Nudge rushed into the room in her robe. "Iggy?! Angel honey what's wrong?"

"Fang is dead..." I moaned.

"AH" Argh!" Iggy cried and shattered more glass. Then fell to the floor crying.

"I-I-I did it." Iggy slurred.

"Iggy are you drunk?" Nudge asked with tears in her eyes. She pulled him to her and held him. He looked up at her. "I did it. I killed him..."

Nudge pushed him away. "No no no no! Why would you do that. no." She stumbled out of the apartment the door slammed behind her.

"How could you Iggy?" I whispered.

5 years later

Iggy's POV

The needle slid out of my skin and I felt the heroin take over my mind. The door opened and Angel came in with Gazzy behind her.

"God dammit he is fucked up. Iggy is there food in the kitchen?"

"I don't fucking know." I snapped at her.

Gazzy sat down on the far end of the couch. I tried hard to focus on him.

"Is that a tattoo?" I tried to point me finger at the black flames on his arm.

"Ya I have had it for a year. So what you know."

"Shut up you little mother fucker." Truth was Gazzy wasn't little. He was bigger than he was. He was built. He was a marine and didn't even live here anymore. He only came here to keep an eye on Angel since Iggy hit her.

Angel's POV

One more week then I can leave here. One more week and then I will be eighteen and won't have to deal with Iggy anymore.

After that night five years ago Nudge never came back we don't really know where she was. Last time we heard from her she was at a mental asylum because Max was speaking to her and Fang was trying to kill her.

Iggy tried to take over but couldn't handle the pressure of to teenagers and turned to drugs just like Fang. Fang at least tried to hide it. It was rare to see Iggy sober enough to hold a conversation.

Gazzy had split when he turned eighteen and joined the marines. He came back to watch out for me until I turned eighteen and started college.

I was all set to go to college in exactly two weeks I was going a week early to get all my crap to the dorm.

We haven't flown since that day. They never caught who shot Fang. I hated this life. But it was going turn for the better next week.

A month later....

I stood over my brother's casket. I didn't cry I had cried enough to last me a life time. But way Gazzy died was honorable. He had saved his superior officer from death by torture. Seven guns shot three times as I was handed a folded American flag. I tried to hunt down Nudge yesterday to tell her the news the asylum she was at said that she had run away and was probably living on the streets somewhere.

Iggy stood next me. But he was flying so high that he didn't know where we were. I just can't take this any more. I have made my decision.

I hurried back to the apartment with the prize bottle clutched in my hand. I grabbed a bottle of water and sprinted to my room. I popped open the bottle and emptied the whole thing into my mouth and downed half the bottle of water and laid down. Never to open my eyes again.

I flew up. Free at last. The weight I has been carrying on my shoulders gone. I went up farther then any of us had gone before the clouds seemed to change into grass and I could hear water running somewhere. I was in a grotto and it was beautiful. I whipped my head around looking for them they had to be here.

Then there they were. He stood be hind her. His arms around her, His lips pressed against her temple.

"Max? Fang?"

"Come here sweetie!"

I ran to them and the first time in close to eight years my true mother hugged me. Fang pulled me up in a hug and I started crying. My family was here! Some one from behind picked me up into a bone crushing hug.

"Gazzy!"

I felt like I was 6 years old again and we were a bunch of homeless kids. But we were a family then and we are a family now.