Chapter 15: Tattoos and Tobacco

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Angel's P.O.V.

"Angel Elizabeth Grey, would you care to explain where the hell you have been?! We've been worried sick!"

"Oh yea. For the first time in forever!" I sing and pluge myself down onto the couch in the far corner.

"You know that we care for and love you darling." my father tries, sitting down next to me and resting a callused hand on my knee.

"Oh don't worry. I know you do Dad." I say and give him a reassuring smile, but then turn to glare at my mother who is still half drunk, clutching to the granite countertop.

"You never answered my damn question you whore!" My mother shrieks stumbling over to the couch.

My father -although I love him- is sadly a wussy and excuses himself from the equation with a "You two need to work things out."

I simply roll my eyes and stare daggers into my mother's forehead. "I was tutoring a student mother." Pfft. As if she deserves to be called that. Yes we've fought before...but I can tell that she has something different up her sleeve this time.

"Until three in the god damn morning?! You were probably losing your virginity to some jackass with tattoos and tobacco!"

OH HOLY CANDY KITCHEN FUDGE NUGGETS!!!

SHE.

DID.

NOT.

I get up off of the sofa and march over to look down on her like the piece of nasty horse poop that she is. "Oh and you're one to talk, cheating on Dad behind his back, getting drunk as who knows what, never going to church anymore, being a horrible mother that's never home, and that's only if I could even call you a mother at all!" And with that I spit at the ground in front of her and run up the stairs as fast as I can with burning tears streaming down my face.

I slam my door as loud as I can and lean against it slowly sinking down to the floor.

Urgh! She just doesn't understand me...well neither does anyone else for that matter.

I crawl to my bed and bring the covers up over my eyes trying to block out the pain of the constant battles that never seem to end.

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When I wake, I wake to the sound of crashing metal and vile curses. My parents are never home at this time. What the hummus is going on??

Ugh. All I know is that there is definitely something wrong.

I push off my comforter and crawl out of bed in my batman tank top and superman shorts -What? You can wear pajamas twice!- and pass the dent in my wall from yesterday.

I recognize the sound of my fathers voice as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

"Dammit! Why?! Wwhyyy?!?!" He gets half way through his third "why" before sobbing abruptly interrupts.

What happened? I've never, ever seen him like this....

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Mom.

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