My moon, your stars

Chapter 6

Angel pov

I walk out of the physics classroom, leaving Dal to his thoughts.

He called me baby. Why did I like that?

Oh my soul, he called me baby.

My thoughts are clouded, and I did not even realise I was at home already walking into the front door.

"Brat," my dad called from the kitchen.

He came storming out of the kitchen.

"Where have you been. Why are you late?" He asked.

"U-um, we have a physics project at school, so I stayed behind to discuss the topic with my partner." I explained slowly, backing up.

My back was now against the front door I had closed prior to this moment, and now my dad was looking down at me with this thirsty look in his eyes.

"Well, I have discovered that a guy is much tighter than a girl, therefore being more pleasing." He said, licking his lips.

I felt nauseous. I knew exactly what he meant, but in the hope of maybe stopping it or procrastination, I decided to play dumb.

"What do you mean." I asked, trying my hardest not to stutter.

"I think I should show you." He said, coming even closer, lifting his hand to touch my face. I instinctly moved my head away.

He looked pissed. He raised his hand to slap me, and just as he was about to come down, there was a knock at the door.

Thank goodness.

My dad opened the door. I was behind the door, so I could not see who it was, but it was probably going to take a few seconds, and then he'd be back to molesting me.

Great.

"What do you want, kid?" My dad asked.

"I'm looking for Angel." The voice said.

"Brat," my dad called.

"What the hell have you done this time?" He asked, opening the door further to let the person outside see me.

Dal.

"Hi Angel. Remember we agreed to do the project at my house so I came to pick you up." Dal said.

I wanted to run up to him and hug him. He had just saved my ass.

Literally.

"O-oh, uum yes, right." I said.

"Jeez, just go, and stay there for all i care. Hell, I don't care. Actually, come back. No longer than 2 days. I'm not done with you yet." my dad said with the same thirsty eyes.

Great. Just great.

I grabbed my school bag and closed the door behind me.

As soon as we were a decent distance from my house, I spoke up.

"How did you find my house?" I asked, looking up at him. Why the hell is this guy so damn tall.

"I followed you, duh." He said unbothered.

"Oh, so now you're a stalker?" I asked, amused.

He chuckled.

"No, I'm just worried." He said, smiling.

"Why are you worried about me?" I asked.

"I already told you that." He said.

"Well then, tell me again because I probably was not paying attention." I said.