It's Raining Jerks

Chapter 3

ANGEL'S POV~

The screams come from the kitchen, loud and clear. My body shakes violently in complete anger, fists becoming white as snow as I hold them tighter. My breathing becomes scarce and my heart thumps angrily against my chest.

"I don't care anymore, Santiago! You ruined my children's lives! Go to hell, you fucking bastard!"

The women's voice is silenced with a series of loud hits.

"What did you say? Tell me what you said," Santiago yells, his eyes are wild, maniac eyes.

Abuser. Dickhead. Idiot. Bastard. And I can go on forever with the names.

I will kill you, I think in my head. Touch my mother one more time and I'll kill you.

My jaw hardens, just waiting for him so that I could complete my promise.

"Say it!" He yells abusively and grabs my mother from her hair, pulling her closer to him so that he could speak in her ear. "Say it one more time, Dahlia! So I can rip out your throat!"

My mother smiles at him, laughing, blood spilling from her mouth and staining her teeth. "I said, go to hell!" She seethes every syllable with venom, spitting her blood in his face. He uses the back of his hand to clean the blood off of himself.

Then Santiago finally sees me and he begins to laugh, every sound that comes out of his mouth is disgusting. He is disgusting. He is garbage. "Be careful what you say, Dahlia--" His mouth forms a crooked smirk. "--or it might all just come back to your little bastard."

Santiago begins to approach me just as my mom's raw screams fill the room. "You beast! Leave my son alone!

I wake up sweating, panting, after screaming until my throat becomes raw. I can see the veins that are popped out in my arms and if I look in the mirror, the ones in my neck too.

Think of something nice.

Something nice.

Nice.

My thoughts go back to last night.

There she was. In the middle of the sidewalk, looking my way. Her expression was confused, horrified even. I could still catch glimpses of her face though the streetlight was broken.

She was young.

Maybe old enough to have her driver's license but not yet an adult. "You shouldn't be here," I said carefully, not wanting to scare her off, but make sure she could get home safely.

That place is dangerous.

"Why does everyone keep on saying that?! This is where I live, for God's sake!" That was her answer and it had surprised me. I expected maybe to scare her off.

I looked at her curiously. I've always liked the brave ones. I tried the seductive side of me to see if that could get me anywhere. I raised my eyebrow seductively, although I'm sure she didn't see it and said,"I meant, what is such a hot-looking girl doing out so late in the night?" I looked at her from head to toe, although I couldn't catch much of anything except--

"Nice ass," I muttered after my eyes were focused on hers. I tried not to smile while saying it, but my face must've contorted into something close to a smirk, accidentally.

She didn't even hesitate and whipped a slap across my face. "Jerk!" She hissed.

I didn't even see it coming, so after it happened, I was completely confused... and smiling. Oh, yes. She was definately one of the brave ones. I'd been slapped plenty of times before, by so many different girls I couldn't even remember how many. "Hey, not too hard," I said. "Don't take advantage."