No One's P.O.V.

"Answer me boy!" Angel's father bellowed out at him, filled with both the anger and the rage of an angry drunk, he was going to get it.

Angel/Liam's P.O.V.

"Answer me!" his father yelled at him once again, so rather than respond calmly, I did one of the stupidest things possible. In the most sarcastic and the most disrespectful voice possible,

"I slept in, got a problem with it?" then I prepared myself for the attack.

"Do I got a problem with it, you better get to school before I get even angrier at you BOY!" my father yelled out at me but not before ripping his own belt from its loops as well as tearing the shirt from my back.

Then as he began to beat me I felt all of the old wounds and scabs reopen, I would have to wear a black shirt just to hide the blood.

"Now get to school!" my father yelled out at me after finally about thirty minutes later finished beating me. Rather than arguing like I had originally planned, I just headed upstairs grabbed a black button-up long sleeve shirt. Then I ran out the door not realizing until I had already traveled about a quarter of a mile that I'd forgotten my leather jacket, just as it began to pour down rain.

There was no way that I was heading back home though so rather than head back I kept on going, deciding rather to get sick than to go back. Rather than to go back to face the anger that my own father would be in the midst of due to his current hangover, so I trudged on.

All the while getting more and more soaked by the minute due to the fact that even though I was almost seventeen years old I didn't have a car due to my father's own suspicions.

The suspicions that my father had about giving me a car were well place though because if he ever gave me a car then as soon as I could I would drive off. As soon as school was over today though I would go look for a job so that I could stay away from home as long as possible.