YOU!" Screamed the boy's mother. "Y-Y-es Momma?" Said the terrified little boy. "GIVE ME MY ALCOHOL BOY!" Screamed the drunken woman again. "Co-coming Momma." Said the boy with his trembling body. The little boy walked to the door that lead to the kitchen and opened it. He looks around for the alcohol his mother ordered him to get for her. He sees a cabinet of lots of alcohol drinks that could fill up half a pool. He pulls up a chair because the little boy couldn't reach to open the cabinet. "BOY WHAT IS TAKING YOU SO LONG TO GET MY THING! DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE WITH MY BELT!" The drunken woman screamed at the little boy.
The little boy climbs the chair as fast as he could and grabs a bottle of bourbon whiskey. The cheap kind you would find in a drug store in Oakland. The little boy by the time he got down the chair the angry drunken woman was standing behind him with a belt on her hands. "YOU TOOK SO FUCKING LONG! AND THATS NOT MY FAVORITE! YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS LITTLE SHIT!" Yelled the angry drunken woman. She held the leather belt high above her head and the little boy stared at her with wide eyes and shaking body.
He felt himself tearing up but tried to suck it up because he couldn't cry or else his mom would hit him. When the leather belt was coming down on him he didn't have time to run. WHAP!! He screams in pain. The angry drunken hits him again and again and again and AGAIN! Until the little boy was bruised, bleeding and on the floor twitching. "GET UP ANGEL! GET UP YOU FAGGOT!" The drunken woman screams at Angel. He couldn't move. He was in pain. He was upset.
His vision was getting blurry he could see his blood dripping down from his nose and mouth. He saw the bruises on his arms. He started seeing blurriness, hazy...
Angel POV
Ow... The pain... She hit me again... Why does my mommy do this to me? Does she really hate me? Am I worthless? Ow. I'm bleeding a lot. Help. It hurts. I think I'm gonna faint. I'm gonna faint! I'm gon--
"ANGEL! ANGEL!! BUDDY ARE YOU OKAY?!!" An unknown voice said. I tried opening my eyes but I just couldn't. "WE ARE LOOSING HIM! GIVE ME THE OXYGEN!" A female voice said. My body... It feels weak. I can't breathe that much. I feel paralyzed almost. My body is cold. The pain is intolerable. I can't... I'm passing out again.
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