A/N:thank you Angel of the First Degree, and Presto, this one's a little violent, and there's bad language.
DISCLAIMER:Don't own, don't sue, I have no money.
Lost in the Darkness
Angel and Luci made there way down the stairs to greet there mother, and so Angel could tell her what he knew he had to. The sixteen year old Angel was (pardon the expression, heard it from my grandma) as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. He took the last step and saw his mother standing in the doorway to the kitchen, smiling at him and his sister. They each gave her a hug and a kiss, like they always did when she came home from work. Luci, sensing that Angel wanted to be alone to tell their mother his little secret, made up an excuse about having to call one of her friends and escaped to her room. Angel walked past his mother and sat at the table.
"Mama," he said, nearly whipering,"I gotta tell you something."
His mother became concerned, and sat next to him,"What is it, Angel baby,? You know you can tell me anything."
He looked at her, the tears welling up in his eyes as he said softly,"Mama, I'm gay."
She looked at him, trying to decide if he was kidding. By the look on his face she knew that he wasn't. She would never have guessed that her little boy was gay, she became angry. "What the fuck do you mean, you're gay?" she yelled at him, trying to keep herself from hitting him.
He looked at her, the tears beginning to slip down his cheeks, he whispered,"I'm sorry, mama. I like boys. I never meant to upset you, but you had to know."
She stood up from the table, clenching her fists. She screamed,"You never meant to upset me! How the hell am i supposed to feel when my only son tells me he's gay?!" With that she brought her hand up, and slapped Angel across the face.
At that point Angel's father was just coming in the door from work. He heard the slap, and Angel crying, begging his mother to forgive him. It must be bad, she's never laid a hand on either of them, he thought. He walked throught the swinging doors into the kitchen, Angel was sitting at the table crying, holding his face, his mother was standing with her back to him, her shoulders shaking as if she were crying.
"What's going on?" Angel's father asked.
Angel's mother turned, seeing her husband, she pointed an accusatory finger at Angel, and, as loud as she could, screamed,"Your fucking son is gay!!" And she fled from the room.
Angel looked at his father, the tears still sliding down his reddened cheeks, he said,"It's true, papa."
His father's demeanor changed, lightning quick. He strode across the kitchen, grabbed Angel by the collar with one hand, and punching him with the other, the whole time screaming insults and obscenities at the frightened and bleeding Angel.
"Papa, please,"Angel begged, praying that his father would come to his senses before he killed the terrified child.
Hearing his son's voice, "papa" realized what he was doing, he let go of Angel's shirt and screamed,"Get the fuck out of my sight, you little faggot!"
Angel, nearly blinded by the blood that was pooring into his eyes, ran up the stairs and into his room. Luci was sitting on his bed, waiting for him. She jumped off the bed and wrapped her arms around her brother when she saw his face.
"Oh, Angel," she whispered, before running to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth, so she could clean up his face. She didn't know how to make it better, she did the only thing she could think of, she wrapped her arms around the sobbing Angel, and let him get it all out.
For the next few weeks Angel avoided his parents as well as he could, he would see his parents occasionally, they refused to even acknowledge his presence. Until, one day, he was home alone with his father, and decided to break the silence.
"Papa, we have to talk."
"We do not, leave me alone. You are not my son, don't call me 'papa'."
Angel let the tears fall and yelled,"I am so your son. You have to either acknowledge me or get rid of me, but no matter what I will always be your son!" He fled from the room, terrified that his father was going to beat him like he had the first day he had outed himself.
It went on like this for the almost a year, except that there were beatings, too. Angel's seventeenth birthday came, and all he got was a severe beating from his father. This was what made Angel deicide to leave. He had two very large problems, though. He had no money, and nowhere to go. About a month later Angel received the worst beating he had ever gotten, and the courage to leave. He decided to go to New York City, center of the universe.
A/N: Am I evil to leave it like that. Next chapter coming soon, if you want it.
DISCLAIMER:Don't own, don't sue, I have no money.
Lost in the Darkness
Angel and Luci made there way down the stairs to greet there mother, and so Angel could tell her what he knew he had to. The sixteen year old Angel was (pardon the expression, heard it from my grandma) as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. He took the last step and saw his mother standing in the doorway to the kitchen, smiling at him and his sister. They each gave her a hug and a kiss, like they always did when she came home from work. Luci, sensing that Angel wanted to be alone to tell their mother his little secret, made up an excuse about having to call one of her friends and escaped to her room. Angel walked past his mother and sat at the table.
"Mama," he said, nearly whipering,"I gotta tell you something."
His mother became concerned, and sat next to him,"What is it, Angel baby,? You know you can tell me anything."
He looked at her, the tears welling up in his eyes as he said softly,"Mama, I'm gay."
She looked at him, trying to decide if he was kidding. By the look on his face she knew that he wasn't. She would never have guessed that her little boy was gay, she became angry. "What the fuck do you mean, you're gay?" she yelled at him, trying to keep herself from hitting him.
He looked at her, the tears beginning to slip down his cheeks, he whispered,"I'm sorry, mama. I like boys. I never meant to upset you, but you had to know."
She stood up from the table, clenching her fists. She screamed,"You never meant to upset me! How the hell am i supposed to feel when my only son tells me he's gay?!" With that she brought her hand up, and slapped Angel across the face.
At that point Angel's father was just coming in the door from work. He heard the slap, and Angel crying, begging his mother to forgive him. It must be bad, she's never laid a hand on either of them, he thought. He walked throught the swinging doors into the kitchen, Angel was sitting at the table crying, holding his face, his mother was standing with her back to him, her shoulders shaking as if she were crying.
"What's going on?" Angel's father asked.
Angel's mother turned, seeing her husband, she pointed an accusatory finger at Angel, and, as loud as she could, screamed,"Your fucking son is gay!!" And she fled from the room.
Angel looked at his father, the tears still sliding down his reddened cheeks, he said,"It's true, papa."
His father's demeanor changed, lightning quick. He strode across the kitchen, grabbed Angel by the collar with one hand, and punching him with the other, the whole time screaming insults and obscenities at the frightened and bleeding Angel.
"Papa, please,"Angel begged, praying that his father would come to his senses before he killed the terrified child.
Hearing his son's voice, "papa" realized what he was doing, he let go of Angel's shirt and screamed,"Get the fuck out of my sight, you little faggot!"
Angel, nearly blinded by the blood that was pooring into his eyes, ran up the stairs and into his room. Luci was sitting on his bed, waiting for him. She jumped off the bed and wrapped her arms around her brother when she saw his face.
"Oh, Angel," she whispered, before running to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth, so she could clean up his face. She didn't know how to make it better, she did the only thing she could think of, she wrapped her arms around the sobbing Angel, and let him get it all out.
For the next few weeks Angel avoided his parents as well as he could, he would see his parents occasionally, they refused to even acknowledge his presence. Until, one day, he was home alone with his father, and decided to break the silence.
"Papa, we have to talk."
"We do not, leave me alone. You are not my son, don't call me 'papa'."
Angel let the tears fall and yelled,"I am so your son. You have to either acknowledge me or get rid of me, but no matter what I will always be your son!" He fled from the room, terrified that his father was going to beat him like he had the first day he had outed himself.
It went on like this for the almost a year, except that there were beatings, too. Angel's seventeenth birthday came, and all he got was a severe beating from his father. This was what made Angel deicide to leave. He had two very large problems, though. He had no money, and nowhere to go. About a month later Angel received the worst beating he had ever gotten, and the courage to leave. He decided to go to New York City, center of the universe.
A/N: Am I evil to leave it like that. Next chapter coming soon, if you want it.