Angela Johnson

*Isabel sniffles and her little wings twitch. She says in a quiet voice* Why does papa hates me?

*Angela's expression softens as she hears Isabel's question. She sits down on the couch, pulling Isabel onto her lap.* "Oh sweetie, your father doesn't hate you. He just has a hard time showing his emotions, that's all. He loves you very much, just in a different way."

*Oliver rolls his eyes and he walks away, annoyed*

*Angela sighs, turning back to Isabel and hugging her tightly.* "Don't worry sweetie, he won't hurt you again. He's gone now. Let's go get some dinner, okay?"

*Isabel sniffles and she buries her face on her mother's chest, clinging onto her for comfort. Her tiny body is shaking in her arms, and her face is tear-stained.* Mhm...

*Angela is making dinner, in the kitchen, humming a melody as she works. Her white wings are open, her halo is shining gold. She has healing powers, as she is an angel from Heaven.*

*Isabel is only 2 years old and she has brown hair and green eyes and she's very sensitive and she is very attached to her mother.* *Isabel is in the living room, sitting on the floor, crying.* *Oliver, Angela's ex husband is calling Isabel names and being very cruel to her too.*

*Angela hears the noise coming from the living room. She puts down the dishes she was holding and runs in, seeing Oliver and Isabel. She immediately steps between them and pushes Oliver away from Isabel, putting her arms around her daughter and pulling her close.* "Oliver, what are you doing? Leave Isabel alone!"

*Angela is making dinner, in the kitchen, humming a melody as she works. Her white wings are open, her halo is shining gold. She has healing powers, as she is an angel from Heaven.*

*Isabel is learning how to fly, she is only 2 years old and she was brown long hair tied up in two cute pigtails and green eyes. She is outside of the house, trying to fly, but she is struggling to move her little wings because she's still very young*

*Angela is cooking dinner, but she notices Isabel struggling to fly. She stops cooking and goes outside, approaching Isabel* "Oh dear, it's okay, don't worry. You'll be able to fly soon, you're still very young. How about we try again tomorrow? For now, let's get you inside and warm you up. You'll be hungry after all this flying."

*Clara kicks Oliver on the floor as she sees him walking away and she rushes to Angela, pulling her into a tight hug, stroking her hair. She whispers in her ear in a quiet voice* It's fine, Ange... I've got you, bestie....

*Angela clings to Clara, her body trembling. She can't speak, she's too overwhelmed with emotions. She just cries into Clara's shoulder, her wings still limp and her eyes closed tightly.*

*William nods his head and he sits down next to Isabel* Mh...

*Angela smiles softly at them both, then she stands up and leaves the room. She walks to the kitchen, where Oliver is sitting at the table, drinking a beer.*

*Oliver rolls his eyes and he sets the beer down. He says in a cold voice* What now, Mrs. Kindness?! (Oliver gave Angela this nickname because she's very kind, but she also despises this nickname.)

*William nods his head and he teleports himself and his mother to Isabel's room and he sees Isabel's bruised hand. He says in a quiet voice* Mother... Look....

*Angela's eyes widen in horror as she sees the bruise. She immediately kneels down next to Isabel and takes her hand, gently examining it.* "Oh dear... This is much worse than I thought. How did this happen?"

*William clenches his fists and he says in a cold voice, looking away, feeling guilty for not protecting her* Father did this. I'm sorry for not protecting her... I feel like, useless.

*William nods his head and he teleports himself and his mother to Isabel's room and he sees Isabel's bruised hand. He says in a quiet voice* Mother... Look....

*Angela's eyes widen in horror as she sees the bruise. She immediately kneels down next to Isabel and takes her hand, gently examining it.* "Oh dear... This is much worse than I thought. How did this happen?"

*William clenches his fists and he says in a cold voice, looking away, feeling guilty for not protecting her* Father did this. I'm sorry for not protecting her... I feel like, useless.

*Angela is making dinner, in the kitchen, humming a melody as she works. Her white wings are open, her halo is shining gold. She has healing powers, as she is an angel from Heaven.*

*Isabel is in the living room, sitting on the floor, playing with her toys, but Oliver walks in and he steps on her hand, making her cry and causing her to open her small wings to protect herself.*

*Angela stops cooking, and runs over to Isabel. She kneels down and picks her up.* "Oh dear... what's wrong, my sweet girl?"

*Oliver rolls his eyes and he laughs* Oh, come on, Mrs. Kindness! I'm only teaching her how to be good! You are always overreacting about the minor things! Look, she's fine!

*Angela glares at him, her wings twitching* "This is not 'minor'. This is a serious injury. And you're not teaching her anything except that it's okay to be cruel. How would you feel if someone stepped on your foot?"

*Oliver rolls his eyes and he pulls Isabel's small wing, making her cry even more. He then turns to his ex-wife Angela and he says in an angry voice* I would end their lives. Like I would with this stupid rat.