Angel
The sixteen year old rebel who tries to get though life after her father ran out on her, her mother and her siblings.
Making her innocent, sweet personality disappear and putting her walls up high.
Getting a stepfather who tries to break her...
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"Hey, what'd you call my daughter?" Roger asked, pushing dad a little as Karen walked away with a drunk Adrianna. "He called her a nightmare" Brad chimed in, making dad raise his eyebrows at him.
"I mean, he's right though" I mumbled, making D sigh behind me. "Hey. I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a heathen. Let's take this outside" grandpa suggested. "Yes! Bitch fight!" I exclaimed, making D sush me again.
"Dylan, can you take her home?" dad asked Dylan, nodding his head towards me and handing him the keys to the car. D nodded his head in response, making me whine. "No, I wanna see the bitch fight" I complained.
"Come on, baby" D sighed, putting his arm around my shoulder and walking us towards the car. "I wanna drive" I grinned, trying to take the keys from his hands. "No, Angel, stop it" D said, pulling the keys away from me as i kept trying to grab them from his hands.
"Please, D" I whined, but let out a shriek as D all of the sudden lifted me up, letting me hang from his shoulder. "You have a nice ass" I giggled, smacking it in the process, making D smack my ass back and letting me laugh harder.
"No more eggnog" D sighed, shacking his head.
It was now Christmas day and I had the biggest hangover ever.
We were now all standing outside. Apparently the big bitch fight that I didn't wanna miss, was so big that they all decided that we should all go back home.
I felt bad for the kids. I saw both Dylan and Megan wave sadly at Adrianna who was getting into Roger's car, closing the door and making Roger speed off.
"I feel bad for them" D whispered as we watched the kids. "Me too" I sighed. "Dad, can we go with you guys" I asked dad as he was packing the suitcasses into the trunk. "Yeah, sure, kiddo" dad smiled at me.
"Bye, Don" both D and I waved slightly at him as we watched him look at the adults with a sad expression. "Bye, kids" Don smiled slightly, waving in the process. "This shit is so sad" D whispered, opening the car door for me. "I know, right. It's like we're in a teen movie"
"Hey, Brad, that one is mine" I heard dad say, pointing at one of the bags that was on the ground next to Brad.
"Oh, is this bag yours?" Brad asked, lifting the bag from the ground. Before dad could respond, Brad threw the bag into the bushes. Not far though, his spaghetti arms don't do much.
"You can tell Brad never did any sports" D said to me, making me nod in agreement.
"Look, a movie theater! Can we go there?" Megan asked as we drove around, looking at what was open so we didn't have to drive in the heavy snow. "I'm down for a movie" I shrugged. Dad turned the car towards a parking spot, right in front of the movie theater.
We all ruqhed out of the car and into the movie theater, which was packed with people. We can stay here till the snow calms down," D suggested, making dad nod in agreement.
