Hello again! Here's Chapter 2 of Concrete Angels. It can be very OOC at points throughout this story, but I kind of prefer it that way, so no flames please!

P.S. RATED M FOR VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, AND ((possibly)) LEMONS!

GEOFF POV

As soon as Adam, Bridgette's sore and sorry excuse for a father, could be seen standing out front from our seats in the car, Bridgette whimpered and shrunk down in her seat, eyes wide. I hated seeing her like this. Bridgette's everything to me! To see someone so messed up, so abusive, so dangerous making Bridgette cower down, even living in the same house as her, made an angry flare shoot up inside me. I couldn't stand seeing Bridgette, my Bridgette, look so helpless and scared.

"Bridge," I said suddenly, looking over at her, slowing down a bit. "Want me to stop the car? You can hang at my place tonight. Or you can probably hang at Gwen's or Courtney's tonight."

"No." She whispered, eyes still transfixed on her father. She swallowed before saying in a stronger voice, "It'll be okay." She tore her emerald green eyes towards me and gave me a hint of a smile. I put my hand over her's and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

I pulled up into her driveway, right next to a fuming - and probably drunk - Adam, Bridgette gave a tiny whimper, put on her brave face, and stepped out of the car to face Adam.

Now Adam was a kinda creepy dude. He was about 6'5 with knotty, scraggly, greasy blonde hair, and cold, lifeless black eyes that could probably burn a hole through a house if he wanted too. Tonight, his leather jacket and ripped up black shirt with "Metallica" on the front of it and loosy, baggy jeans, along with one of his many tattoos on his neck sticking out all complimented his mood perfectly...

He looked like an angry drunk Chris McClean who ran out of hair products. Not a pretty sight either, trust me.

I hopped out of the car, trying not to shudder at Adam, and lifted Bridgette's bike out of the car, trying to secretly listen to Bridgette's and Adam's conversation.

"Where the hell have you been, girl?" Adam asked in his slurred speach, making me hold back a laugh and saying something about Ozzy Osbourne. That's another thing that bothered me. Two things actually: one is that he always sounded drunk, and for all I know he probably is, and secondly, he never called his children by their names. Always 'girl' or 'boy' or 'brat' or some other, ah, inappropriate words I'd rather not repeat.

"I was at the beach like normal." Bridgette defiantly replied, head held high.

Thatta girl, Bridge. I silently urged, rolling the bike towards the garage.

"The kid said you'd probably be with the rugrat here." Adam slurred, nodding in my general direction. I stiffened when I heard me refered to as a 'rugrat'.

"Donovan could have no possible way of knowing Geoff showed up at the beach to pick me up, Adam. It's none of your business. Oh, just leave it there, Geoff. I'll get it later." Bridgette glanced towards me, motioning to the wall. I set the bike down, kicked down the kickstand, and came over to stand beside Bridgette. I decided to help her in this fight.

"Hey, man." I started. "It's not Bridge's fault she's late. I kept her after to talk to her."

"I'm really late too." I noticed, glancing at my watch and noticing the time. 9:03. Oh how much time flies when your scared out of your wits. I turned to Bridgette to say goodnight, but Adam grabbed my arm and shoved me into the car door hard, breathing deeply.

"You get the fuck away from here, boy, and I don't want to see you around my property again, you hear? YOU HEAR?" Adam yelled, spitting on my face. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, and in the faint light of the porch-lamp and the moonlight, he looked even scarier than usual.

"Adam, get away from him!" Bridgette yelled at him, grabbing ahold of his arm.

"Stay out of this, girl!" He yelled back, shoving Bridgette down and kicking her, making her cry out in pain.

"Get inside, now!" Adam yelled down at her, and he threw me aside and stormed into the garage, slamming the door with such force, I think he may have caused some new waves down by the beach. I glanced around and saw some neighbors glancing fearfully out of their curtains and double-checking their locks and windows.

I knelt down beside Bridgette, holding her close to me, rocking her back and forth. She was sniffing loudly and crinkling her nose in that funny little way, so I knew she was about to cry. She was so tough and beautiful most of the time, but now, she looked like a fallen, hopeless little kid. It hurt me alot seeing her like this. That angry flare I felt earlier only grew bigger as I noticed the bruise on her shin.

"I'm not letting you stay here." I told her, glancing down at her torn angels face. "I can't stand watching him treat you like this."

"No, Geoff. You should go. I'll be fine." She told me, scrambling out of my grasp and standing up, but wobbling slightly on her left leg where Adam kicked her. I grabbed her by her shoulders and spun her around to face me.

"Bridgette, I'm not letting you stay here!"

"But Donovan-"

"He can come too! You guys can come live with us!" My voice cracked alittle as I glanced into her broken face. "I just can't stand this any longer."

Bridgette's hands came up to cup my face for a moment. Then she broke down crying, flinging her arms around my neck and sobbing into my shoulder loudly. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tightly, never wanting to let go until all her pain went away.

We stood there for a few minutes, Bridgette still sobbing, when a door creaked open and Donovan ran out to greet us. Donovan was tall for his age, but could've been the spitting image of Bridgette. He had the same shade of golden blonde hair and identical shiny green eyes. He was built a little like Adam, and would probably be as tall as me soon enough, even though I was 16 and he was only 11.

"Bridgette!" He cried as he stumbled up to us. She turned around as she heard her name, then took a step forward and met her brother's embrace, still crying.

"I saw what Dad did to you." He mumbled in her grasp. "Bridgette, why is he like that all the time?"

"I don't know, kiddo." She sadly answered her little brother, stroking his hair lovingly like a mother would to a child. I knew if Mel, Bridge's and Donovan's mother, were still alive, she wouldn't have let Adam get away with leaving a scratch on either one of them.

Bridgette sniffed again and turned to me, eyes puffy and red.

"You should probably go, Geoff." She told me. "You're late enough."

I glanced down at my watch. 9:17. Daaang. I lived on the other side of town, and it'd be a good 15 or 20 minutes to get home, even if I left now. But I wasn't giving up on my arguement.

"Bridge-"

"Save it." She intrupted me. "I can't leave and stay with you guys. Not tonight."

She looked so sure and confident in her self when she told me "I'll be fine." and gave me that false, half-smile that hid all the tears, all the pain, all the hurt and sorrow from her face. But I knew the truth. And it hurt. It hurt to see anyone I loved in pain.

Especially Bridgette.

Well there's chapter 2! Hope you guys are enjoying this so far! R&R please!

~Mik Mik :3