Preachers Angel

Angels pov

Oh god.. they're at it again. I sit in my room listening to my mom and dad arguing Again! I hear my mum yelling most.

'You selfish cheating son of a...' that's when I hear a smash and know my mom has thrown something at my dad.

Now you'd think my dad would stand up for himself and normally you'd be right but when it comes to my mom he just doesn't care. My olds met when they were kids. Both my grandfather's were in MC's and that's how they met. My dad made mom his Old Lady when they were both 18 and they had me a year later , that's where the problems started ..Dad would sleep around with the club whores and mom kept catching him out. Now don't get me wrong the Old Ladies know their men sleep around with club whores or club property as they are known but that's usually at other MC clubhouses and the Old Ladies are ALWAYS treated with respect. How does a 13 year old kid know all this I hear you ask. . My Dad is Preacher, President of Deaths Raiders MC, the largest MC in the USA. I've seen things that no kid should ever see. Living in the club house will do that to you. I've become jaded,hardened to how men treat women.

I hear mom thundering up the stairs, my door flies open and there stands my Mom in all her dad hating glory.Her black hair is stuck out around her head like a storm cloud, her blue eyes flash menacingly at me.

'Get your shit together Angelica, we're leaving ' she says turning without a second glance at me as i pull my long raven hair back into a braid.

I quickly pull the large bag from under my bed and start to fill it. This room has been mine since the day I was born and I hated leaving it, I hated that I had to leave my dad, my friends, the club.

I struggle to get the bag out my room and just as I'm about to go down the stairs Ryan comes bounding up. Ryan is my best friend. His dad Flicker is my dads VP. Ryan is a typical boy next door, Sandy blonde hair, green eyes and a rounded baby face. Do I love Ryan ? Sure like a sister loves her brother.

'You need a hand Angel ?' Ryan asks me taking one handle of the bag.

'Thank you' I whisper nodding my head. We head down the stairs just as my mom and dad start yelling again. I feel Ryan slip something into my pocket as he turns to leave.

'Use it if you need me. No matter when' he whispers pulling me into a short tight hug before turning and heading back up the stairs.

'YOU CAN'T FUCKING TAKE HER!!' I hear my father roar at Mom.

I walk back into the club room and they stop yelling, looking at me.

' I packed everything' I say quietly looking at my shoes.

My dad bends down until hes my height, he opens his arms wide looking at me.

'Come here Angel' He says gently as I run to him. His huge arms wrap around me pulling me to his chest, all i can smell is a mix of Leather, cigarettes and aftershave, a smell that is solely my father.

'Your momma thinks it best that you two go live somewhere else a while sweetheart. It don' mean I don' love ya baby girl, just think you need some normal in your life till your full grown' Dad says softly as I feel the tears slip out 'You gonna come visit every holiday and everytime I ride out Im gonna come see you too'

I nod and pull away from my dad as my mom takes my hand and leads me out to a UHaul truck filled with stuff.

'I love you daddy' I say waving to him.

'Love you too baby girl, I'll see you soon'

Little did i know that it would be 3 years before i saw him again.