Ch 1

Angel's P.O.V.
August 7th

I groaned as I woke up, due to both the pain in my head, my chest, and my back. My father and I had just recently moved to LA because my father had grown tired of where we had been living.

Really it had been due to the fact that people had begun to grow suspicious on why I always seemed to have bruises. My father had then just before we left beat me like always after saying that it was my fault that we had to move again.
As I rolled over I looked at the clock only to see that it was ten o'clock and to remember that it was the first day of school. I immediately got up out of bed and suddenly regretted it due to the immense pain that it caused me.

After throwing on a random dark v-neck and a pair of dark black baggy jeans I headed towards the hall.

Cautiously I tip-toed towards the stairs. Then I was almost towards the door after having held my breath as I had gone past my father when all of a sudden an airhorn went off, it was the ringtone for my phone.

Then I heard a loud,
" LIAM O'CONNER WHY AREN'T YOU ALREADY AT SCHOOL!"

Crap I'm dead was all that I could think of as my father stomped towards me, I couldn't run, for it would be even worse for me.

If I even managed to get away which I wouldn't due to my "father" being very fast, mean, and heavily abusive when in the midst of a hangover.

Even if to others outside of the house as the perfect and complete gentleman.