A/N: Chapter 3, yay, go me. Angel somehow gets the money to go to New York*evil grin* This chapter is pretty violent at the beginning, it's about the day mentioned in the last chapter about Angel finally getting the courage to leave. Poor Angel, never gets a break from my twisted little mind.
DISCLAIMER:Angel isn't mine, RENT isn't mine, if there were any justice in the world they would be, but they're not.
Lost in the Darkness
By Me
Angel closed the door quietly as he came in from school, praying that his father wasn't home already. He listened for any sign that his father was there, ar that any one was there. Silence.
"Thank God,"he whispered to himself as he climbed the stairs to his room. He had just gotten his bedroom door open when he heard the door slam and a very panicked girl screaming his name. Angel ran as fast as he could down the stairs, yelling,"Luci, what is it? What's wrong?"
He stopped halfway down the stairs, seeing his sister struggling against the firm grip of their father's hand on her shirt. He was screaming in her face,"You're just like your fucking brother, a fucking disgrace to my family! You're nothing but a little fucking whore!"
Luci was struggling, in vain, to get away from her father, she pleaded,"Papa, please, let me go. I wasn't doing anything, I swear I wasn't."
He shook her, hard, and kept screaming,"When girls hang out with boys in that neighborhood it's only for one reason! Because they are fucking sluts!"
Angel got mad, he stepped in front of his father and said,"Papa, leave her alone. Don't let your anger and hatred toward me drive you away from your daughter."
Angel's father backhanded him and bellowed,"What the fuck do you know about raising children, you little cock-sucker?!"
Angel held his cheek and whispered,"I know enough to know that no matter what happens you should never treat your children like this."
He yelled, no words, just a bellow of rage that has gotten out of control. He let go of his daughter, who collapsed against the door, then turned on his son. He raised his fist and swung, making contact with Angel's left eye, it swelled shut almost immediately. He beat Angel until the terrified child could no longer stand, then the older man, still bellowing his rage kicked Angel until his legs were almost numb. Angel was uncious by the time his father stopped kicking him, so he didn't see his mother walk in the door, see her son laying on the floor, her daughter crying behind the door, and her husband standing over the bleeding Angel, still fuming.
His mother got pissed and screamed,"What the Hell did you do? Are you trying to kill him? Get the fuck out of my house!"
Luci was trying desperately to wake Angel up, and failing. Angel's father walked out the door still cussing about his faggot son and whore daughter.
Luci looked at her mother with absolute hatred in her eyes and said in a soft voice,"Mama, you should have done that months ago, when Papa first started beating on him. Now he might die because you didn't have the courage to stand up for him. Or, maybe this is what you wanted, to have Papa kill Angel, then have Papa thrown in jail, or at least out of the house. All Angel did was love you guys enough to tell you the truth, and this," she pointed at the still unconcious Angel,"is how you repay him. You always told us that honesty was the best policy. Well, where did it get Angel? Dead, or damn close, and it almost got me beat up, too. Papa found me with a bunch of my friends and asked if there were any girls in the group, I told him the truth, there aren't, he drug me back here and probably would have beat the Hell out of me, if Angel hadn't interfered." Luci stopped talking and waited for her mother's reaction. She watched as one tear slid down her mother's cheek and she left the rooom, leaving Luci and Angel alone in the foyer.
Luci again tried to wake her brother, with better luck this time, Angel stirred and moaned, trying to pull himself up. Luci forced him back on the floor and went to call an ambulance for her badly beaten brother. When the ambulance arrived Angel was out on the front steps waiting, he was still bleeding badly. The EMTs took one look at Angel and got a pretty good idea what had happened to him. Angel put himself on the gurney, let the EMTs check him out, and agreed to go the hospital. At the hospital, the doctor told him that he had to stay over night for observation, and that his parents were there and wanted to see him.
"Only my mother, please,"Angel begged the doctor. The doctor agreed and left the room.
Angel's mother entered a couple minutes later and said,"Hi, baby. How are you?"
Angel stared at his mother, wondering if she actually cared how he was. He decided to tell her anyway,"The doctor says that I'll be fine, that I was lucky I didn't have any broken bones, or internal bleeding. They want me to stay overnight so they can keep an eye on me."
His mother smiled sadly and said,"Angel, honey, that's wonderful that you'll bo okay, but you can't come home tomorrow. Your dad doesn't want you there, he thinks you're becoming a bad influence on Luci, and I agree with him."
Angel stared in disbelief. He was a bad influence on the fourteen year old girl? All he had done was try to keep their father from beating her up, too. "Is she okay? Did he hurt her?"Angel asked.
"Luci's fine," his mother replied, then,"She's gone to stay with your aunt, Lydia."
"Good, she doesn't need to be around that psychopath," he said, then the realization struck him,"Wait a minute. If she's gone to stay with Aunt Lydia, why can't I come home?"
"Well, honey, your father and I don't really want you there anymore. You're making life unbearable for all of us, especially your sister."
"NO!" he yelled, then quieter,"Luci, knew I was gay before I told her, and she accepted it. She's the only one that continued to treat me like a person after I told you and Papa," then came the realization that no matter what he said his mother wouldn't give in, so he decided to go with it,"All right, fine, you and Papa don't want me there, so I'll leave. Just take me home tomorrow so I can pack some stuff, then I'll be out of your lives forever."
His mother looked like she wanted to throw a chair through the window,"Angel, baby, I don't want you out of my life forever, just out of my house until I can get your father to calm down."
Angel pretended to be tired, his mother left, and he opened his eyes as well as he could, considering that they were swollen almost completely shut. He stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours before he actually fell asleep. The next morning, his mother was there to pick him up at 9 o'clock. They drove the ten miles back to the house in silence, when they arrived Angel grabbed two suitcases out of the hall closet and went to his room to pack. He spent the entire time he was packing in an almost panic. Where was he going to go? How would he get there? How would he survive? He had pulled everything out of his closet and was sorting through it all when he found one of his guilty pleasures, a black leather mini-skirt that he had gotten from one of the other gay boys at school. He wondered how bad it would have been if his father had known about the skirt. He almost laughed at the thought of his father knowing that his son was into drag. He sobered immediately when thoughts of his current situation came back to him. He finished packing and went to find his mother and tell her goodbye. She was in her bedroom with the door locked, and refused to open it. Angel went down stairs, and saw his mother's purse on the coffee table, the thought that crossed his mind sickened him, but it was the only way that he would be able to get somewhere and make sure that he didn't starve to death. He opened his mother's purse and pulled out her wallet. Opening the wallet, he found over three hundred dollars, his mother had gotten paid the night before. Without even really thinking about it, Angel grabbed the bills and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans. Next, he rummaged through his father's desk in the den, trying to find his Aunt Lydia's phone number. He found it exactly where he knew it would be, he scribbled down the number and address, stuffed the paper into the same pocket as the money, and left the house, knowing that he would never return. He never looked back.
A/N:Does it suck? Should I continue? Review please, and as always, Angel of the First Degree, thank you for the support and advice. Thanks, and much love to all who have read and reviewed.
DISCLAIMER:Angel isn't mine, RENT isn't mine, if there were any justice in the world they would be, but they're not.
Lost in the Darkness
By Me
Angel closed the door quietly as he came in from school, praying that his father wasn't home already. He listened for any sign that his father was there, ar that any one was there. Silence.
"Thank God,"he whispered to himself as he climbed the stairs to his room. He had just gotten his bedroom door open when he heard the door slam and a very panicked girl screaming his name. Angel ran as fast as he could down the stairs, yelling,"Luci, what is it? What's wrong?"
He stopped halfway down the stairs, seeing his sister struggling against the firm grip of their father's hand on her shirt. He was screaming in her face,"You're just like your fucking brother, a fucking disgrace to my family! You're nothing but a little fucking whore!"
Luci was struggling, in vain, to get away from her father, she pleaded,"Papa, please, let me go. I wasn't doing anything, I swear I wasn't."
He shook her, hard, and kept screaming,"When girls hang out with boys in that neighborhood it's only for one reason! Because they are fucking sluts!"
Angel got mad, he stepped in front of his father and said,"Papa, leave her alone. Don't let your anger and hatred toward me drive you away from your daughter."
Angel's father backhanded him and bellowed,"What the fuck do you know about raising children, you little cock-sucker?!"
Angel held his cheek and whispered,"I know enough to know that no matter what happens you should never treat your children like this."
He yelled, no words, just a bellow of rage that has gotten out of control. He let go of his daughter, who collapsed against the door, then turned on his son. He raised his fist and swung, making contact with Angel's left eye, it swelled shut almost immediately. He beat Angel until the terrified child could no longer stand, then the older man, still bellowing his rage kicked Angel until his legs were almost numb. Angel was uncious by the time his father stopped kicking him, so he didn't see his mother walk in the door, see her son laying on the floor, her daughter crying behind the door, and her husband standing over the bleeding Angel, still fuming.
His mother got pissed and screamed,"What the Hell did you do? Are you trying to kill him? Get the fuck out of my house!"
Luci was trying desperately to wake Angel up, and failing. Angel's father walked out the door still cussing about his faggot son and whore daughter.
Luci looked at her mother with absolute hatred in her eyes and said in a soft voice,"Mama, you should have done that months ago, when Papa first started beating on him. Now he might die because you didn't have the courage to stand up for him. Or, maybe this is what you wanted, to have Papa kill Angel, then have Papa thrown in jail, or at least out of the house. All Angel did was love you guys enough to tell you the truth, and this," she pointed at the still unconcious Angel,"is how you repay him. You always told us that honesty was the best policy. Well, where did it get Angel? Dead, or damn close, and it almost got me beat up, too. Papa found me with a bunch of my friends and asked if there were any girls in the group, I told him the truth, there aren't, he drug me back here and probably would have beat the Hell out of me, if Angel hadn't interfered." Luci stopped talking and waited for her mother's reaction. She watched as one tear slid down her mother's cheek and she left the rooom, leaving Luci and Angel alone in the foyer.
Luci again tried to wake her brother, with better luck this time, Angel stirred and moaned, trying to pull himself up. Luci forced him back on the floor and went to call an ambulance for her badly beaten brother. When the ambulance arrived Angel was out on the front steps waiting, he was still bleeding badly. The EMTs took one look at Angel and got a pretty good idea what had happened to him. Angel put himself on the gurney, let the EMTs check him out, and agreed to go the hospital. At the hospital, the doctor told him that he had to stay over night for observation, and that his parents were there and wanted to see him.
"Only my mother, please,"Angel begged the doctor. The doctor agreed and left the room.
Angel's mother entered a couple minutes later and said,"Hi, baby. How are you?"
Angel stared at his mother, wondering if she actually cared how he was. He decided to tell her anyway,"The doctor says that I'll be fine, that I was lucky I didn't have any broken bones, or internal bleeding. They want me to stay overnight so they can keep an eye on me."
His mother smiled sadly and said,"Angel, honey, that's wonderful that you'll bo okay, but you can't come home tomorrow. Your dad doesn't want you there, he thinks you're becoming a bad influence on Luci, and I agree with him."
Angel stared in disbelief. He was a bad influence on the fourteen year old girl? All he had done was try to keep their father from beating her up, too. "Is she okay? Did he hurt her?"Angel asked.
"Luci's fine," his mother replied, then,"She's gone to stay with your aunt, Lydia."
"Good, she doesn't need to be around that psychopath," he said, then the realization struck him,"Wait a minute. If she's gone to stay with Aunt Lydia, why can't I come home?"
"Well, honey, your father and I don't really want you there anymore. You're making life unbearable for all of us, especially your sister."
"NO!" he yelled, then quieter,"Luci, knew I was gay before I told her, and she accepted it. She's the only one that continued to treat me like a person after I told you and Papa," then came the realization that no matter what he said his mother wouldn't give in, so he decided to go with it,"All right, fine, you and Papa don't want me there, so I'll leave. Just take me home tomorrow so I can pack some stuff, then I'll be out of your lives forever."
His mother looked like she wanted to throw a chair through the window,"Angel, baby, I don't want you out of my life forever, just out of my house until I can get your father to calm down."
Angel pretended to be tired, his mother left, and he opened his eyes as well as he could, considering that they were swollen almost completely shut. He stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours before he actually fell asleep. The next morning, his mother was there to pick him up at 9 o'clock. They drove the ten miles back to the house in silence, when they arrived Angel grabbed two suitcases out of the hall closet and went to his room to pack. He spent the entire time he was packing in an almost panic. Where was he going to go? How would he get there? How would he survive? He had pulled everything out of his closet and was sorting through it all when he found one of his guilty pleasures, a black leather mini-skirt that he had gotten from one of the other gay boys at school. He wondered how bad it would have been if his father had known about the skirt. He almost laughed at the thought of his father knowing that his son was into drag. He sobered immediately when thoughts of his current situation came back to him. He finished packing and went to find his mother and tell her goodbye. She was in her bedroom with the door locked, and refused to open it. Angel went down stairs, and saw his mother's purse on the coffee table, the thought that crossed his mind sickened him, but it was the only way that he would be able to get somewhere and make sure that he didn't starve to death. He opened his mother's purse and pulled out her wallet. Opening the wallet, he found over three hundred dollars, his mother had gotten paid the night before. Without even really thinking about it, Angel grabbed the bills and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans. Next, he rummaged through his father's desk in the den, trying to find his Aunt Lydia's phone number. He found it exactly where he knew it would be, he scribbled down the number and address, stuffed the paper into the same pocket as the money, and left the house, knowing that he would never return. He never looked back.
A/N:Does it suck? Should I continue? Review please, and as always, Angel of the First Degree, thank you for the support and advice. Thanks, and much love to all who have read and reviewed.