Book one: Wreaking Havoc on Angels (Completed)

Chapter 1

I never wanted to leave as much as I do now. I need to go. I can't stand it here. Every fiber of my being is combusting into bright flames. I gulp, holding my reddened cheek, swallowing back bile that is threatening to come up. Massaging my temples, I close my eyes and pray it'll all end soon. The hell storm brewing upstairs could be heard through the floor-which was covered by thick carpeting. The creaking weight of the mahogany nightstand groaned as it was shoved; the glass frames shattering into tiny pieces, crunching as footsteps as loud as elephants plowed over them. So much for a happy little family...I thought grimacing. She said she was going to change, and I don't know why I believed her.

Living with Rebecca has been a nightmare.

...One I wish to pinch myself and wake up from.

It was five years today since my father was murdered right in front of me and nothing has really been the same since.

*flashback*

There was so much blood on the ground. Thick pools of a deep, crimson colour clouded my vision. Earlier that afternoon, while strolling with my dad in the park he mentioned meeting friends-whom I know now didn't deserve that title. For the life of me I have no idea why I wanted to go with him, or even why I never asked him to stay home and have a 80s movie marathon like we normally do on the weekends. We drove to the cement warehouse, an old abandoned building a twenty minute drive away. As he pulls up to a spot by the side entrance the only words he uttered the entire car ride were, "Ang, please, stay in the car OK? I'll see you in a bit." Being the naïve eleven year old I was, I briefly nodded my head while plugging my headphones in my ears. I never even said "bye" or "see you soon."

After twenty minutes I realized my father wasn't back yet, and it was then I turned into every parent's worst nightmare: a kid who had to pee. Pushing open the door of the small four-door I gingerly stepped outside, blatantly ignoring my dad's plea to stay in the car. As I turned the corner to enter the building, I heard muffled noises and a scream filled the air. My heart in my throat, I backed away trembling. A gunshot rang out then, silencing the whimpers of pain. I was so scared, I stood frozen in place. I blocked out all of my senses and I didn't hear two bulky men talk about "what they were going to do with me." Their iron grip was sure to leave bruises, and half dragging me they brought me inside.

A creepy, slick haired man and a young boy-maybe in his teens-stood by my father's broken body and an uneasy feeling was left in the pit of my stomach. The boy curiously looked at me, while the man grinned evilly. "Well, who do we have here...?" I guess he expected an answer, but I stood; numb, unable to answer. The next thing I knew I was on the ground, my face in my hands, my jaw clenching in pain. Somehow, my eyes stayed dry. I knew in order to survive this ordeal, I had to stay quiet. Maybe my captivators would think I'm mute. "You look like Devin, you must be his daughter...hmm I wonder how I should make you remember what you saw...since you're not of much use to me now that your dad's dead." His oily voice seemed to curl around my brain and he reached his arm to get a grip on my throat.

As I started losing oxygen, I struggled to keep my eyes open. From the corner of my eye I noticed the boy disappeared. Before I could think about where he went, I decided that I was going to die fighting.

Naturally, I spit in my captivator's face. Next thing I know, the grip on my throat loosened and I hear mutters of curses, a click and then a whoosh of a switch blade. Before I knew it, the top of my shirt was ripped open and the creepy guy's slimy hands ran down my side and then my stomach, making me shudder in fear. "Here's a good spot," I hear as a cool metal cut through my skin. I screamed in agony but almost immediately feel a cloth pressed to my mouth. The scent was sweet and intoxicating..."That's it, breathe in for me dear."