“y yea…”
He pulled up his shirt, there were numerous cuts on his back, mostly surrounding the lil horns of his retracted wings
"oh ho where do you live again?"
“s south side…drake avenue”
"Ok let me just call the co- I mean my mom and actually you should stay at my house for the next maybe hour and don't worry nothing is wrong."
“o oh…n no I can’t…”
"...fine. But first. Can I... explain what exactly is happening with your father?"
“o oh…u uhm okay? I…I don’t think you d-“
"but first to make sure this isn't a big misunderstanding, why exactly is he doing that to you?"
“h he…says it’s s so I c can’t use m my wings…s so I won’t b be more of a a mistake…”
“I d don’t get it…m my wings a are c cool r right?”
"Yeah, they are... that's abuse you know."
