Revolution (The Angel's Sins)

Chapter Two: My father

I sat on the sand and looked at the horizon. The water was perfectly still, and it looked warm. The stars reflections bounced off of the water, making it easier to see the small grains of sand that made up the beaches' landscape. It was beautiful. I closed my eyes and laid down, looking at the moon.

"You look dead." Garrett had woken up and gotten out of the car without me noticing. Damn his stealth."Like it here?" I said, opening my eyes. He nodded and sat down by my side, taking off his sweatshirt in the process. "I see why you brought me here. It's beautiful." I sat up with him and opened my eyes.

"I come here whenever I can to see the moon." Garrett stood up when the breeze passed, and held out his hand. "Care to join me for a swim?" I grabbed his hand and he picked me up again, walking towards the water. He set me down right on the edge of the water, and stepped in.

I followed him into the water and caught up to him. I flipped over and floated on my back, Garrett doing the same. We stayed there for a few minutes, until Garrett went to his car and grabbed a blanket. I got out of the water, clothes drenched, hair dripping.

Garrett laid the blanket on the sand and we sat together, shivering. He pulled the blanket around us, creating a cuccoon, and in the process he wrapped his arms around my waist.

My head rested on Garrett's chest and I could feel his heartbeat. I peeked at his face and he was crying a bit. I let him cry for a second, then wiped his tears. He smiled and we sat there for a while, then we left.

He dropped me off at the liquor store so I could get my motorcycle, and left right away.

I got on my motorcycle and headed home, hoping for my dad to be asleep. But when I got home, he wasn't asleep at all. He sat on the steps of my house, waiting with his hand in a closed fist.

I got off of my bike and slowly approached him, seeing the beer cans all over the yard. I held the bottles of whiskey in a paper bag, and slowly approached him.

"Why the hell weren't you home earlier?" "I was busy." My father glared at me. "What could you possibly be doing for six fucking hours?" I looked away,"I went shopping." I held up the bag, hoping he wouldn't ask what is in it. "Then I got dinner and found Rick." Rick was my best asshole of a friend, and also the one I loved. I didn't try to mention him, but I just did.

My dad stood up, a grim expression flooding over his face. "Get inside." I did what he asked of me, and set the whiskey on a table. "Sit down." I sat and he walked towards me.

He bent down extremely close to my face and said, "If you try to pull that shit ever again, I'll kill you." His fist lashed across my face, leaving a familiar sting of regret.

Again, and again, his fist lashed across my face, each hit hitting my heart. Soon after the fist, he pulled out his keys, and lined them up in between his knuckles. He raised his hand, and I closed my eyes, waiting for more pain.

His hand met my jaw, tearing skin, the keys ripping my dry skin. After three more swings and hits with the keys, he left the house after saying,"I'll be back in two weeks."

I allowed tears to stream down my face, seeping into the new gashes on my jaw. "Shit. Stings like a bitch." I sobbed for many more minutes, then went to my room.

I opened the whiskey, chugging it down. I would rather be horribly drunk than feel my blood streaming down my neck. I stood, wobbling. I'm still not sure if it was from blood loss, or just being drunk. I stumbled to the bathroom, and looked in the mirrior.

Smiling, I examined the blood flowing from my mouth and the gashes covering the entire left side of my face. I spat into the sink, giggling out of intoxication. I turned on the water in the tub, and stripped. I flopped into the tub and continued laughing crazily.

The blood on my neck washed off, and the water turned a dark shade of red. I slid underwater, the gash's sting becoming more intense. I opened my mouth in pain, only for my lungs to be flooded with water. I hesitated to save myself. Do I really want to be alive? No. I don't. My instinct pulled me out of the water anyway.

"Damn. Guess I can't die." The whiskey was stirring my stomach as I leaned out of the bathtub and vomited on the floor. I kept at this for a lot longer than I should have. The floor was soaked in my vomit, and my head was spinning faster than ever.

I stepped out of the tub, walking through my mess and into my room. I laid down on my bed, nude and covered in vomit. How humiliating. The whiskey wasn't a good idea, but the pain wasn't as terrible. Fuck! I thought as I remembered that I had school the next day. I was too drunk to care all that much. I wrapped myself in my white sheets, and looked out of the window that my bed rested by.

The moon was full, the stars were invisible. I moved the drapes, slowly moving my hands so that I wouldn't get disoriented from going too fast. The sun was already raising. "Shit." I wouldn't have any time to get sober before school. And also, there was my face. I looked like a storm carrying large pieces of shrapnel hovered over my face.

I attempted to stand, nearly falling. I grabbed my phone, knowing how to take care of all of it. I dialed the school's number, and put on a fake voice. "Hello! This is Alice. I just wanted to call in and tell you that I won't be attending the school for a while to travel the country. I'll be back in a week! Thanks!" I hung up, wobbling back to my bed.

I rolled back up into my sheets, and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was night again. "How the hell did I sleep through a whole day?" I stood. I wasn't wobbly, and wasn't throwing up, so I knew I was sober.

I walked to my dresser, and put on a T-shirt and underwear, knowing I didn't need to go anywhere, and that my dad was out.

I turned the knob of my door, which I had locked the previous night, and stepped into the hall.

I walked to the bathroom mirror, and examined my gashes. They were a little over a centimeter wide and five centimeters long. Then I looked at the floor, it was filthy, covered in vomit.

I wouldn't clean it up. I would make my dad suffer.

I stepped out of the bathroom and went to my kitchen. I looked in the fridge and grabbed the butter, eggs, bacon, and mushrooms. "Breakfast for dinner." I said, yawning. I grabbed a frying pan and turned on the stove, dropping some butter in the pan with the mushrooms. I put two eggs in the pan, and grabbed a cookie sheet. I put the bacon onto the cookie sheet, and put it in the oven.

I retreated back to my room, allowing everything to cook for a moment. I put on a pair of DC leggings, and headed back to the stove. I put the eggs on amplate, as well as the bacon, and stayed in bed to eat. Afterwards, I left the house and went to the beach of days past. I parked my motorcycle and walked to the shoreline, holding my black knee-high boots.

I dropped the shoes in the sand and ran along the sand, reaching top speed, feeling the gash while doing so. I stopped running, and looked at the stars. They seemed to look back at me, crying for me, for my pain. I shook my head and began to cry. "Well, hello beautiful." I turned around, wiping the tears away. It was Rick.

A/N: thanks for reading! Sorry it took me so long, but I'm a really lazy person. By the way, this chapter and the next onv are dedicated to Niralla!