Demonic Angels

Chapter 1

Dinah's P.O.V

"Here you go Uncle Joey," I said as I handed him a basket of food and clothes.

"Oh, Dinah. Thank you so much, dear. We really needed this."

"Dad, is Dinah here?" my cousin Sarah yelled from inside the house.

"Yes, I am!" I answered. I could hear her feet race towards the door to greet me and I braced for impact. Her hug always warmed my heart enough to the point where my eyes watered.

Her withered clothes clung onto the dirt of all the days she works in the city. She supported her father completely since he couldn't do much except work small jobs here and there. They were a beautiful tragedy. Beautiful in the complete altruism that they gave each other every day, but the tragedy part lies in the fact that neither of them has gotten an opportunity to get out of this worn out home.

"Why don't you come in?" she asked and took my hand to pull me in.

I retracted my arm hesitently. "I'm sorry, but I can't. My father is expecting me soon. You know how he gets."

"That's okay, Dinah. Just be sure to come see us again," my uncle said.

I hugged them goodbye briefly and went on my way back home. I could never truly get them off my mind. I could never really keep myself separated from them as I've been told. They were the people I loved most because they have shown me how to keep sticking to hope, faith, and love.

How was it right for me to ignore them? Just because Sarah had been caught kissing another girl. They wanted her out off the house. 'No fags' was a general rule my family lived by. It was a rule that I have been breaking for years.

Joey wouldn't stand to see his daughter be squandered by homelessness. After all, he was gay too. He had hidden a boyfriend for years now, but his ex left him the minute he had heard he was cut off financially from the family. It was an awful pain that I don't know if I can bare to meet.

I knew about it of course, and they knew about me and Melanie, and we knew about Sarah's girlfriend. All three of us knew about the secrets and lies we held, so we kept it hidden. It was easier for us too have each other to lean on. It got easier to lie when each of us found a a shoulder to cry on.

I stayed so I could keep sneaking food and money to them. I wanted to make sure that they had all that they needed.

I always felt a burning hole in my chest. A bigger hole than the one they had in the center of Sarah's bedroom window. I could see that they were no longer themselves. Uncle Joey was just as broken as the empty beer bottles he smashed into the ground when he was drunk.

I looked back at their ghetto broken down appartment one last time before I got on my bike and drove away. I began turning corners around buildings with gaping holes, avoiding pot holes and broken glass, dodging cars in the street. It was all a challenge to get between here and home, but I'd swim in fire if it meant feeding them.

I got home in a few minutes and parked my bike in the garage. My father left his tools on the floor around his old car, so I had to be careful. He was quick tempered, and a lot more difficult to maneuver than the ghetto streets around my Uncle's place.

I walked in through the garage door and closed it. I expected to go up to my room quietly, but my mother and father were sitting on the couch sternly, with my phone in my father's hands. Now the burning hole filled up with an unlavishly butter cold. It made me quiver and shake beneath the gaze of those eyes.

"Dinah what's this?" he asked.

"What do you mean, dad?"

"Don't you play stupid with your father, Dinah!" my mother yelled.

"We read all the texts between you and Melanie," my father said quietly. The kind of quiet you hear in his voice before he yells. My mother would automatically yell at any sign of emotional disruption. My father, on the other hand will let his emotions fester until they have his blood fully intoxicated.

"I don't know what you mean," the words fell out tensely as I shuttered.

"Bullshit! There were pictures of you kissing her! How could you kiss that lesbo?!" my mother shrieked. I couldn't help but to let my tears fall. If only I had taken my phone. I just left it here to charge because the battery was empty. But now, I was empty of everything except my fear and tears.

Maybe if I hadn't taken those pictures or deleted my texts, they wouldn't have seen it. Maybe if I wasn't so stupid, I wouldn't have wasted all these years hiding just to get caught. Maybe if I took my phone like I usually did.

I don't care if I was in the ghetto with a nice phone. I'd rather get jumped and have it stolen than to face my parents like this.

"Get out," my father said quietly.

"But-"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!" he yelled. The supreme bass entering his voice without warning.

He charged towards me and grabbed me by my hair, pulling me to the door.

"Daddy stop it! No!" The hollow voice was my sister's.Regina yelled from on top of the stairs with Seth wailing by her side.

"I love you, baby. Just take Seth to your room, okay?" I told Regina through my tears.

"Don't make her leave! Daddy! Stop it!"

"See what you did? See what you've done?" my father asked me.

My mother ran up the stairs to get my brother and sister. Both of them screaming as she dragged them both to their room.

He threw open the door with one hand and pushed me out with the other, making my body clash with the cement ground. I picked the remenants of myself off of the floor as he slammed the door.

In that second, I dashed into the garage for my bike. But I saw his face in the window before I turned the corner. He saw me.

I didn't even think. By second nature, I quickly got into my bike and darted out of there. It was only seconds after I began pedalling that he came through the garage door. He picked up one of his tools and positioned his arm to throw. At this point, however, I was too far away for him to get me, but he still chucked it at me. More out of fustration than to actually even try to get me.

I pedaled faster and faster until I lost my breath six blocks down the road. The bloody orange sky reflected reflecting off of the silver in my bike and blinding me. I didn't stop until I could no longer see through my tears.

Where was I gonna go? My Uncle couldn't support me. He could barely even support himself or even his daughter.

Melanie. I could go to Melanie's house. Maybe she'd help me out.

A/N: This is my first attempt at a lesbian fanfic so be nice please.
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