gah! i hated writing this chapter


"Why the Fuck is it so wrong for me to have a normal son!" his dad shouted. "I am so sick and tired of this shit!" You and me both he thought. "Now we're really going to have to punish you"

"wh-what do you m-mean?" Angel started to back up.

"I'll show you." He said a little too calm.

Before he could react his dad was beating him again after a minute of punching his dad pulled him down the hall to the bathroom pulled off Angel's shirt and grabbed the hot curling iron and pressed it to his back. He cried out in pain but that wasn't the end he beat him some more before pulling him down the hall again this time to the garage. There isn't much in there other than boxes and a wood chipper his dad ripped of the wig turned on the wood chipper and threw it in. Angel didn't realize his dad had been yelling at him the entire time but something inside him broke when he saw him destroy the wig. He got up off the ground and for once fought back.

"Fuck you!" Angel yelled and threw a couple punches.

His dad punched angel once more in the face and knocked him out. He woke up the next morning on the garage floor he stood up stiff and aching. He walked into the kitchen for an ice pack and sat down it was already noon. Then if things couldn't get worst his parents walked in his head was still fuzzy form being his so he missed the first part of what his dad said but he did hear the last bit.

"….Stupid, worthless, no good, goddamn, freeloading son of a bitch. Retarded, big mouth, know-it-all, asshole, jerk, fag." He said.

His mom stood there arms crossed before adding on "You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful."

"Shut up bitch! Go fix me a turkey pot pie." He shouted.

"I'm sorry dad it won't happen again." Angel apologized.

"Well it better fucking not."

"I'm going to go clean off." He walked off to the bathroom to take a shower.

He looked himself over in the mirror he had dried blood on his face from cuts and a bloody nose, dark bruises were everywhere on his face and stomach and the burn on his back was disgusting. He quickly took a cool shower the hot water hurt the burn too much. When he was finished angel wrapped a towel around his waist and walked to his room. He changed into some sweats and cleaned out the cuts and put some aloe vera on the burn to take away some of the pain. After an hour or two his stomach growled he cautiously walked back out into the kitchen and surprisingly the house was empty.

Thank God! So let's see how much money actually went towards buying food this week. He opened up the cabinets and they actually had food in them he grabbed a box of frosted flakes and the milk out of the fridge. So let's go over our perfect night last night shall we. I got my wig pulled off in front of everybody, I outed everyone, I told Mimi to hit on roger, fought with Mimi, I almost outed Collins to his dad, my dad hit me destroyed my wig and burned me, and for once I hit him back. Angel continued to eat until he heard the doorbell ring. Without thinking he opened the door Collins was standing there he saw all his new scrapes and cuts.

"Angel baby what happened?" his voice was full of concern.

"What do you think happened!" Angel was mad and embarrassed that Collins saw him like this.

"Can I come in?" Angel looked down and nodded. "How did this happen."

"My dad saw what I was wearing got mad beat the shit out of me and destroyed my wig." He said fighting back tears.

"Aw Angelcake I am so sorry" he hugged the Latino accidently touching the burn. Angel shrieked Collins jumped back "what is it."

"He burned me too." He said softly looking down.

"He did not" he was shock he turned around and lifted his shirt "I don't want you staying here anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I can't stand seeing you get hurt so I think you should come live with me."

"Oh ya your parents will totally go for that." He rolled his eyes.

"Will you at least tell my parents about what's going on here." He said nothing "please."

Angel sighed "Maybe but for now will you come to my room and lay down with me?" the last part made him sound like a little kid.

"Sure where is your room?"

He managed a small smile and led him down the hall and opened the door. The room had a big window and bed with a bunch of pillows there were colorful paintings everywhere on the walls and two huge bookshelves overflowing with books. The entire room was spotlessly clean and well managed unlike the rest of the house. The bed was pushed up against the wall next to a desk with all types of art supplies and papers covered in sketches. Collins lied on the bed under the covers he scooted over to the wall and Angel joined him.

"Thank you" he smiled as Collins put his arm around him.

"Are you gonna fall asleep" he chuckled.

"No sorry I made yesterday such a bad day"

"It wasn't that bad at least Julie finally got to meet my parents. I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you."

"It's fine. So maybe next weekend we can take a train to New York." He tried to change the subject.

"I like the sound of that. Can I ask about all the books?"

Angel closed his eyes and snuggled closer "Hmmm I love to read."

They were quiet for a few minutes "I love you" Angel said softly.

"I love you too" he kissed him.

"If I fall asleep and my parents come home leave out the window."

"Why"

"It's just safer." he said Collins nodded angel kissed him again.

Within a few minutes Angel was out cold. Collins just looked at him for the longest time; despite everything that has happened as he slept he had a small smile. He never really noticed but angel had really long eye lashes he ran his fingers through the dark curly hair and smile. Angel really looked like an angel. After a couple hours Angel woke up in Collins arm.


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