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I walk downstairs in my red jacket with a bow tie. Angel was waiting for me. He wore a light pink dress with the same high heels.

"Wow, look at you. You look smoking." He cooed.

"You look lovely." I say. 

"Thank you handsome." He smiled.

He led me into the dining hall. A woman with reddish hair dressed in a green dress smiled at me.

"You must be Angel's smoking hot roommate." She said. 

"Mom!!" Angel blushed. 

"I'm Mrs. Longrow." She smiled.

I sat next to Angel. There was a piece of meat on the plate with roasted potatoes and creamy grits. There were fancy glasses on the table. Water, seeing as we're not age appropriate.

"So, how's school going?" Mr. Longrow asked.

"Fine Daddy. I'm getting good grades." Sherry smiled.

"That's my girl." Mrs. Longrow said. 

I start eating. Venison. Ever since the night I saw my first deer and high school, I've grown a taste for Venison and different types of meat. Venison has become my favorite. It's so juicy and gamy. I savor every bite of it.

"So, Alastor, where ya from?" Mrs. Longrow asked. 

"North of here, Eastvill." I answered.

"Ah, lovely small town that is." She said.

I nod.

"What was your parents like?" Mr. Longrow asked.

I almost choke. I have been dreading that question this whole time. 

"My Mother's name is Malana. She's real nice and is an amazing cook." I say.

"She sounds amazing. And your father?" Mrs. Longrow asked.

I spat out some water. I cough. I wipe my mouth off. Where should I start? 

"My parents are divorced." I say.

"Aw. Sorry to hear that." Angel said.

I never want to talk about him.

"So, what does your dad do?" Mr. Longrow asked. 

Abuse. I just kept eating in silence.

"Is he as good looking as you?" Angel asked.

I stood up, I can't take this anymore.

"Excuse me." I say walking away.