Dark Angel 💀 {Erotic Vampire Adventure}

Chapter 19 - 1985, Thirty-One Years Ago

My dad is such a dick. He's been out for hours on a date with little miss barely-legal for the past three hours and I'm board. You'd think he'd want to spend time with the only daughter he has left, but no. 

He can't even look at me these days.

He certainly looked at me the night I came home with my new arm tattoo. He freaked out of course and berated me for violating my body (how is getting an image of Tim Curry in drag a violation? He's just a sweet transvestite from Transylvania). My Rocky Horror tattoo was my first visible ink, but I'd been sneaking out with my boyfriend Daren for months and marking myself up.

Besides if my dad knew about Daren, my new boyfriend, he'd shit a mini van.

Daren is cool. He's into punk, he's got piercings and tattoos, he rides a motorcycle, and best of all, he has his own apartment. Of course it's a crappy studio that sits on top of a shady pawnshop, but it's where we go to get away. Daren and I haven't even kissed yet, but he's everything I need to forget about the hell going on at home. 

I'm watching the street now looking for Daren to pull up on his chopper to take me out of this sham of a home so I can go hang out with some real people. Besides, my dad is too busy with his new girlfriend to even care.

Maybe I'll stay out all night. He probably won't even notice.

"Call your mother." He yelled at me before leaving on his date smelling like Old Spice cologne.

"Why don't you call mom?" I screamed back. "Or did you forget about her like you forget about everything else?"

His face turned so red I was afraid he actually might pop a blood vessel as he got up in my face, his features twisted in rage.

"Don't you dare tell me I've forgotten!" He yelled as little bits of spittle flew from his lips into my eyelashes. "You're nothing but an ungrateful little bitch whose hell-bent on throwing her life away and breaking your mother's heart in the process."

"Her heart was already broken!" I challenged pushing my nose so close to his teeth that he had to back up to see the hate in my eyes. "You took care of the rest of it after Grace was gone!"

"Don't you say her name!!" He bellowed so loud I'm sure the neighbors had their hands hovering over the phone to call child services.

"Why?" I asked through the hot tears that stung my eyes. "Why can't I say her name? Say it!!! Say what you never say dad! You can't say it because she's dead!"

I don't know why I delight in pushing him over the edge of his rage, I guess I just want some kind of reaction other than silence. But he didn't say a word after that. He just left, slamming the door so hard the pictures on the wall rattled.

Well, fuck him.

I'm going out tonight to numb the pain. I don't want to sit here and wallow in the sadness that has become our lives.

When Daren arrives his bike rumbles so loud our nosy neighbor Mrs. Pots sticks her head out her front door to look. Good, let her look. I hope she tells my dad that Bea ran off with a shifty biker, probably to murder her and leave her in a ditch somewhere. Mrs. Pots always did have a penchant for the more juicy gossip.

I hope on the back without a helmet, my hair crimped so tight it would make Cyndi Lauper jealous, and hold on to Daren's torso. He revs the engine a few times, putting on a show for the members of this cul-de-sac who gave up their dreams of living their lives years ago. The bike rips to life like a lion awakening the jungle sending undulations through my body, reminding me of the deadly power of this thing.