Losing Angel

Chapter 1

Author's Note

Just as a heads up, the pictures I use in the media section above will show the time of year. So use that as I guide to kind of gauge how much time has passed in the story. If there is a major time jump, I will let you know.

**Thank you to those who read the book when I put it up a few days ago. I took it down to do some more editing. I made some changes to the beginning of Ch.1 but everything after that is the same. Thank you for the support!**

Chapter 1 moves very quickly. There will be multiple instances of assault. This is done on purpose to give as much background on the main character as possible. After this the story will be paced out more.

Omniscient POV

She was abruptly awakened from her sleep as she felt the touch of the stranger's hands roam her body.

She closed her eyes tightly as her anxiety began to rise, heartbeat quickened, and her breath got caught in her throat as she laid frozen in fear.

She knew all too well what was bound to happen in the next few minutes but was so overcome with fear that she could no longer move or speak.

As the man continued to grope her in the night she thought to herself that this had to be a dream. Her imagination was playing tricks on her and as soon as she opened her eyes it would all be over.

She soon gathered the strength to open her eyes only to confirm that this was not a dream, there was a strange man in her room, and he would soon take her innocence.

Earlier that day...

Angel laid in bed listening to the sounds of doors being slammed, vases and photos being thrown on the ground, and cabinets being slammed alerting her that her father was searching for his stash of alcohol.

"Angel where the fuck is my shit?!", her father yelled from downstairs.

She rolled her eyes and got up from her bed heading to her bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

While she did that her father continued to rummage through the kitchen downstairs yelling curse words and other slurs at her.

When she got downstairs she saw her father drinking Hennessy straight out the bottle.

"Wh-where did you get that?", she questioned swallowing the lump forming in her throat.

"Where did I get it?, he responded sarcastically as he chuckled, "this is my shit!" he yelled.

Angel jumped at the sudden rise in his voice.

"I told you to stop fucking hiding my shit didn't I?", he questioned with venom laced in his tone.

She shook her head as tears fell down her face.

"Oh, so you can't speak now?", he taunted as Angel continued to stand in silence.

"Y-you promised you were going to try to get better," she said through her tears.

He didn't respond, he just chuckled to himself before he backhanded her across the face with what felt like the strength of ten men. The force of the hit knocked Angel to the ground.

While she laid there trying to collect herself to stand back up her father stepped over her and continued to walk into the living room.

"Leave my shit the fuck alone" he mumbled as he walked away.

Once she was sure he was gone she got up from her spot and walked back up the stairs holding her stinging cheek.

When she reached the top of the stairs she walked into her bathroom to examine her face in the mirror.