story behind this one... The parked the car a little ways from the river. Jaz jumped out, her pink hair flashing in the headlights. 'Well, what are you waiting for?' she asked, taking off her shirt. 'Are we gonna go swimming or not?' Gabby shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the seatbelt still digging into her shoulder. 'Im not so sure I want to anymore.' Gabby mumbled. She opened the car door and stepped out into the late night chill. Jaz was on her in an instant, tugging at her clothing playfully. Gabby laughed but refused to give in. Her shirt wasn't coming off for nothing. 'Common Gabby! You're making me feel like an idiot. If your shirt doesnt come off in two heartbeats ill cut it off you.' Sighing, Gabby obliged revealing the two long scars on her back. Jaz gave a light scream, then whispered 'Did your father do this to you?' Gabby looked away. She wasn't sure how to tell the pink haired suburban teen that it was nothing of the sort...she had consipred against god and was therefore punished with the ripping off of her wings. She looked back at Jaz. 'No, it wasnt my father..I fell...from...uh...well..' 'It's okay' Jaz said, her eyes full of fire. 'WE'll make him pay...'