The A Team

Chapter 16: Who the Kim Kardashian...?

HHHIIIIEELLLOOOO my lovely leprechauns and welcome back to my channel! Haha ok no I will m=never make a youtube channel unless my life depends on it. But anyway I need to start writing all these chapters more often. Luckily I just got my laptop back so I'm good.

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Angel's P.O.V.

I round the corner to find my father practically pulling the hair out of his head in what seems to b total ad utter frustration.

"Dad?" I warily question for at times he can have quite a temper.

He slowly brings his hands down from his scalp, but does not answer me. After a painful silence I try to reach out to him again.

"Don't!" He screams when I place my palm on his arm, flinching away from me. "This is all your fault! You just had to push her buttons didn't you Angel! You had to rile her up and then yell at her when she tries to correct your irrational behavior! Youuu...you disgraceful, worthless, disobedient child! How dare you take your mother from me! The only piece of light I had left after the tests showed I was the unlucky father to an unwanted child! I kept you! I gave you EVERYTHING! And this is how you repay me?!?!" He had begun to shake half ay through his angry-speech-thing and now I'm terrified.

Back when my mother was still to be classified as a mother she used to tell me stories of how he would go into fits of rage and tear through anything that angered him or got in his way. She had told me that once I was born he really mellowed out, but now I beg to differ.

"Excuse me?! I have been the perfect child for you! Not getting tattoos, or doing drugs, or having sex, or getting body piercings! I have listened to your every wish and command and I have followed through on everything I have ever promised to do! That woman treated me like a burden and a pest! You were always kind and compassionate to me! What happened to that man that loved me?!" I yell back in fury. Who the Kim Kardashian does he think he is!?

"His sniveling goose of a daughter betrayed him and drove out the only thing he loved from his life. Now get the hell out of my sight before I do something you won't like."

"Oh trust me I think you've got that covered." I snarl back.

The gaze he then turns on me has me running to my room faster than the roadrunner running from the coyote. The sound of his following footsteps chases me up the stairs and into my room where I slam the door in his enraged face as hard as I possibly can. His fists pound on the door as I hurriedly stuff as many things into my navy blue suitcase as possible. My mother had told me to put it into the hall closet over three months ago after I finally unpacked it from a camping trip. Huh...guess it's a good thing that I didn't.

I grab my toiletries as fast as possible and stuff my phone into my pocket before realizing how fucked I am. Why am I fucked you might ask? Because its either certain death from my father or certain death by jumping out of my window...decisions, decisions.

My decision is quickly made to be the window as my father busts open the pale door and runs toward me. Screaming, I flinging myself out the window and the ground raises up to meet me all too quickly. Failing my limbs I try to reach out for any type of vine, or tree-branch, or stable thing to keep me from falling to my death. -_-

I seal my eyes shut and scream with everything inside me, trying to manage out a prayer.

To my surprise, I land in something much squishier than my lawn.

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