What Is and what should Never Be

Chapter 17

Charon's pov

The first stop on the let's not get killed tour was stopping by my house to grab the few things I owned. It was old run down little shack with a drooping roof that probably won't last the winter.  

Hopefully, since it was around ten at night my father was out. Probably working the streets or beating someone up. Along the way there as they found a cab they explained their history and what I would be doing. And how in two days they were going to a different reality and saving some family members. 

You could say that their life was not expected if you just saw to men in suits walking down a lit up New York street. You would think that they were going someplace fancy or businessmen. But not today, demon men with angelic powers, a screwed up family and some goddamn Hell flowers. 

The ride was mostly them talking and me asking a question every now and then. It was all good until we pulled up to my house. 

Good thing. The cops weren't here. Bad thing, my father was standing right out side the front door. 

Jesse and Jupiter got quiet as they saw the man standing with his arms crossed. Jesse pulled out two twenties and gave them to the driver as we climbed out. I started to shake as the taxi driver road away. Hopefully to a better place than this. 

They flanked me. I felt a hand on my right shoulder and I flinched awy from it. And I could feel that one of them, I thin it was Jesse speaking in a low tone in my ear.

"He can't do anything to you with us around. Let's get your stuff and get out he'll never know where you are. You'll be free from him." I didn't know them that well. As in any but this helps a lot. You would have no idea how much it means that someone other than my dead mother actually might care for me.

My father who was a beast of a man, he stood well of six-five. Over three hundred pounds. Tattoo's running down his arms and neck. He had a permanent snarl on his face that never seemed to go away. I walked up to the house. Still feeling The two behind me. I went to the first steps of the house and took it. The moment I got in front of him I had to crane my neck up. From my short ass that was only five-six.

I stepped around him and he turned to face me but I quickly ran into the house and to my room. I could hear loud voices. Soon the sound of flesh hitting flesh. God knows I've heard it enough. I packed a few sets of clothes and tossed a hoodie on my cold body. A small back pack that swung over my shoulders only contained those few sets of clothes and two pictures. They were of my mother. 

My only other possesion was this gold ring that I always wore on my finger. Mom had given it to me on my fith birthday saying that it would always protect me from the things that go bump in the night. 

I had only taken it off to switch fingers when I grew but other than that it was the only thing that my father never took away from me. 

The bag was over my shoulder and I started to walk back to the the front deck. The voices were out and the moment that I looked out side I knew why. My father was knocked out cold. I saw Jupiter rubbing his knuckles. I guess I knew who was fighting him. 

I stepped over his body and they watched me and my excuse for a bag before Jesse nodded his head not saying a word as he gestured for me to follow . They lead me around the back of the house where I never ventured because it was so grown out that you couldn't step anywhere without stepping on thorns. 

"Don't freak out but were going back to our house." I nodded my head not understanding why I would freak out. That was until Jupiter grabbed Jesse's hand and my shoulder. 

I round of nauesua hit me as I stumbled on hardwood floor. I looked up and saw that we were in a library of sorts. I guess if your half angel you could fly, or teleport or whatever. I stood up and turned in circles until a new voice cut in.

"Who'd you bring home this time?" I turned around to see a very tall man with long brown hair. Before I could respond Jupiter pops in.

"Dad this is someone who will be living with us. He is human, and his mother is Bella Talbot-" He barely finished that sentance before  I heard a screach from behind me. I turned around and saw a man in a long robe and slippers with a beer in his hands. I flinch just of the thought of a beer bottle.

"your mother is Bella Talbot?" I nodded my head.

"Fuckin Hell."