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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 7, 2020 22:23:34 GMT -5
Tori's face twisted in a grimace for a second at the idea of having to ask her mom about this. For multiple reasons. One: she still didn't want to think that maybe her father wasn't her father after all. That was just a horrible thought that she didn't want to dwell on. Two: to talk to her, she'd have to go back home and visit, and she didn't know when she'd have the time to do that. Three: talking to her mom was a struggle on so many levels, that she had anxiety just thinking about it.
Her mother had been the first to scoff at her claims of attack when she was six, the first to say she had merely made up the story for attention. Everytime she had a nightmare after that, Heather Sparks had all but told her childhood self to get over it. When she had stopped talking, the woman had berated and lectured her about how overdramatic and selfish she was being. She had refused to learn sign language, claiming that if Tori wanted to speak to her, then she would use her voice like a normal person. Then there was high school...
Tori shook her head. I don't think she'll be much help, she signed. Can't you just ask the archangels? They must know if any angels had broken the rules lately.
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