I've been in the house a week. Slowly regaining full movement in my back. I helped Grey set up a training gym in the basement of the house. That's where I am now, regaining my strength. Every night we sit in the nearly empty living room and eat dinner and go over our cover story.

So far what we have solidly set up is this; he's my father, my mother died a few years ago. We moved here for a fresh start. I'm supposedly protesting the move, this is supposed to explain why I haven't been seen outside after the initial move. Protesting the move because it feels like betraying my "mother". Grey is posing as a stay at home working dad, a lawyer to be specific. Once we saw the marks on my back we knew we would need a cover for that. And the fact that I'm better than average at fighting. So I suggested a solution to both. Grey is very protective, maybe even a "helicopter parent" and as a lawyer he creates himself a lot of enemies. So he had me take lessons so I could defend myself. What does this have to do with the marks on my back? Well my "mom" liked to help me rebel in small ways, like maybe getting a tattoo. Yes, my wings left an impression on my back, my entire back. And I have scars where my wings used to connect with my back. And we aren't changing our names, only adding a last name; Lightwing. Angels don't have last names.

Grey wants me to stay inside a few more days. But I've had enough of this prison. I'm ready to break out. Maybe I'm taking this rebellious teenage thing a little too literally, but I don't think I am. And I have to be smart if I'm gonna make it past Grey.

I finish my set of sit-ups and check the time. Grey should be busy making lunch now. I have twenty minutes before this window closes. I make my way upstairs and slip into my room as quietly as possible. I take a quick shower and change. I grab my phone and shove into the back pocket of my jean shorts. I check my purple t-shirt in the mirror, making sure that my back is covered. With everything in order I open my bedroom door and slip through the smallest crack I can, closing it as silently as possible behind me. I make sure my steps are light as I make my way through the hall towards the back door. I can't use the front door, it's by the kitchen.

"Stop right there." I freeze, what is he doing here?! I turn around slowly, "Hey Grey, what are you doing here?"

"Go into the kitchen and take a seat."

"Dad, come on. I've been trapped in here for a week." I whine like the teenager I'm supposed to be.

"That was your own fault. Sit." I sigh heavily and trudge through the hall to the kitchen. I sit on a bar stool and set my head in my hand. Grey gets to work on lunch while he works up to his lecture. Honestly I'm not paying that much attention to what he's saying. Something about me being irresponsible and not take things seriously, that there would be consequences one day. I'm waiting for my chance to run. Grey is never more vulnerable than when he's lecturing, and now he's lecturing and cooking. I take my chance when his back is turned and he's going through the fridge. I slide off the stool and make a mad dash for the door. I'm out before he even notices I'm gone.

"Yes!" I whisper shout, pumping my fist in the air in victory. I skip down the path to the sidewalk and follow the sidewalk to the right. I don't even care where I'm going, I'm just glad to be free.

"Hey there!" My step falters when I recognize the voice that calls out to me. I look in the direction of the owner and smile at the familiar face I see. The sun dances on his blonde hair and his blue eyes are bright and happy. I'm so glad that he can still be happy when he's been through so much pain.

"Hey." My voice is small, almost shy. It's a little nerve wrecking to be meeting the boy I've protected his entire life. Like actually meeting him, like a real person.

"You new here? I know everyone in the area. Did you move into that house about a week ago?" He points to the house I just exited. I nod. He smiles and glances over my shoulder at the house, "That your dad?"

I turn so quickly I almost lose my balance, Grey is standing in the open doorway angled just right so his wings are hidden. His expression is scrunched, angry but not fuming. I roll my eyes at him and shrug. My message is clear, I know he understands.

"Yeah, that'd be dad. He's a little overprotective." I turn back to face Tony and let out a small laugh. He smiles in return.

"Is that why I haven't seen you since you moved in?" I let my face fall, giving myself a sad and distant expression.

"No, that's not it." My voice is barely above a whisper, but he hears me. "Wanna talk about it?" He's so sweet, but I don't think I'm that good at this game yet to be playing the emotionally overwhelmed girl. So I shake my head, "Not today. I just want to get away from my dad right now. That's why I'm here, just taking a walk."

"Won't he come after you?" Tony asks. I laugh and shake my head, "Not if he knows what's best for him. We both need to blow off some steam right now."

"Well a girl like you shouldn't be walking alone in an unfamiliar neighborhood. May I join you?" I smile and nod, maybe this won't be as hard we thought.