AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello, everyone! This is my first ever FanFiction, and I hope this is okay. I've had this idea for a while, so hopefully I'll finish it. This is just the preface; Chapter 1 will soon follow. Enjoy!
PREFACE
I can smell the alcohol on his breath; it's rancid and makes me flinch, reminding me of all the other times he's been this close while this inebriated.
He's shouting incoherent obscenities, spit's flying out of his mouth, and his hands are flailing everywhere. I try not to shrink back into the wall behind me, but my mind goes back to the last time he was this far gone, and I can't help the jolt of fear that stabs through me.
As scared as I am for myself, it doesn't compare to the panic I'm feeling at the thought of my Angel here with me.
I'm so glad I told him not to come. I have no illusions that my father would have taken kindly to my boyfriend; he probably would have attacked him, and it definitely would have been worse than this.
The first of many inevitable blows lands, and I'm caught off guard. I stumble and hit my head on the edge of the coffee table. I'm dazed for a few seconds, but still wondering: Why isn't he kicking me like he usually does?
The doorbell is ringing, the shrill sound resonating through the air insistently. He reluctantly trudges off to answer, muttering gruffly to himself and casting looks of disgust toward me. A feeling of dread washes over me; who would be ringing the doorbell so frantically?
He opens the door.
Oh, no.
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