[All of Angel's joy — the smiles, the elation, the sheer relief of simply being alive — rushes from her body, leaving her feeling cold. For a handful of seconds, breathing becomes an impossible challenge. Her spare fist clenches, gripping her dress as tight as she can. It's the only thing keeping her nails from digging into the vulnerable flesh of her hand.]
You...
[Her throat tightens up, the rest of her words trapped behind the wall. She lets her mouth close, the fight to speak being futile. It didn't take long for the fear to sweep the words from her head as it was, leaving her dumbfounded and simply blinking at the video feed.
All at once, however, the icy feeling beneath her skin turns to fire. This was meant to be her new start, her chance at freedom. Once again, Jack, the man who pretended to be what a father should have been, had cut her happiness short.]
video [[I'm crying how could you do this, Jack]]
You...
[Her throat tightens up, the rest of her words trapped behind the wall. She lets her mouth close, the fight to speak being futile. It didn't take long for the fear to sweep the words from her head as it was, leaving her dumbfounded and simply blinking at the video feed.
All at once, however, the icy feeling beneath her skin turns to fire. This was meant to be her new start, her chance at freedom. Once again, Jack, the man who pretended to be what a father should have been, had cut her happiness short.]
It's not okay.