Chapter Eighty One
Securing her own Super Hero Angel snug in her bed she kissed her many times, got kisses in return.
After showering the blood from her face and body, she butterflied her gashes, actually smiled seeing her beat to hell body and face.
She, crushed in grief and began to cry, once again that teenage girl that had run from a Private nunnery outside of Montreal more than a decade earlier.
Redressed in her standard black get up, boots, she hit the skids, limped down the stairs.
ONCE OUTSIDE, Mandal, barely able to see out of her swollen and blood patched up eyes fell to her knees. The rain pounded her bare shoulders and after some moments she regained her composure and tilting her face to the black sky, allowed the rain to wash the tears from her face.
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