The Broken Angel

Chapter 10

Chapter 10: I Will Protect You

Angelica's POV

We decided to stay at the diner until we knew our father was gone, so we didn't get home until a few hours after Beck left the diner. We were going to sneak into the house to grab the rest of our stuff and go stay at Jack's house until the day we can move into our new house.

He's been offering to let us stayed there for a while now, but I have been putting it off because I didn't want to push our problems off onto him. But, it seems like he have to lean on him now because the situation is bad. Our father doesn't smile like that unless he has something planned.

Wes climbed up the tree by my window and tried to open it, but it was locked from the inside. I sighed and signaled him to come down. Luckily, I have snuck into this house my whole life, so I knew every nook and cranky, and boards and/or steps make what kind of sound.

We snuck in through the back door and tip-toed our way upstairs. We almost made it to my room when our father's door opened up, and he walked out of the room. He was wearing a dirty wife beater, ripped and greasy sweatpants and dirty socks; you know, the typical drunk and abusive guy you see in the movies. Except, this wasn't a movie.

The moment he noticed us, a huge grin came across hi face. I quickly shoved Wes into his room, since my had a busted down door, and I was about to enter, but I was a second too late. My father grabbed me by my hair and ripped me towards him. I stumbled backwards, pulling the door shut and blocking our father from Wes.

"Lock the door!" I screamed loudly.

"Shut up!" our father screamed right after me, and he shoved me backwards.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion now. My foot hit the top step and slipped out from under me because too much of it was over the edge. I was just pushed down the stairs. I could see my father looking at me, with his sick grin. Melanie had just walked out of the bedroom to see what was going on, shock on her face. The door opened and Wes was looking out at me.

And then, I was at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the ceiling. My mind not remembering the fall, but my body remembering ever step, every board, and every loose nail digging into my skin as we rolled down.

I could hear feet hitting the wood down after me. My father stood over me, seeing that I was still conscious. He reached down, grabbing me by my throat, and dragging me into the living room. I saw Wes and Melanie running down the stairs and following behind us.

My body was lifted off the ground and slammed back down, into the glass coffee table we have. Well, had. I gasped as tears poured out of my eyes as glass shards embedded themselves into my body, mostly my back.

Wes jumped onto our father's back and started to choke him, but our father wasn't having it. He grabbed both of Wes' arms and slammed his body down, and onto my body, glass sinking further in. I screamed loudly, but rolled both of us over so that my body was position over his.

Our father slammed the heel of his boot down on my back, pushing even more glass in. I cried out in pain, my grip that was holding Wes under me slipped, and my little brother slid out of my grasp. He sprung up and tackled our father to the ground, which surprised us all.

Wes started punching him over and over again, and behind them, I could see Melanie rush out of the room, but I wasn't sure where she was going.

Our father shoved Wes off of him, and they stood up to face each other. Our father threw three good punches to Wes, stomach, shoulder and jaw, before Wes was able to shove him backwards and over the couch. The immediate threat pushed aside, Wes turned to face me, wanting to see if I was okay, but that was a big mistake.

He cried out in pain and dropped to the floor, blood starting to soak his shirt. I saw Melanie standing behind him. Bloody knife sitting between both of her hands.

"No!" I screamed, crawling over to him. I gripped his body to my chest and rocked him, clutching his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Wes looked up at me and smiled weakly, but it was getting harder to see him through my tears.

"I kept my promise." Wes said, quietly. He brought his bloody hand up and touched my cheek. "I protected you for once." I smiled down at him, sadly.

"Yes you did, baby. You did great." I said, my voice breaking. I watched his eyelids closed and his hand drop from my face, falling on his body.

"No. No. No." I kept repeating, as I tried to wake him up.

Our father kicked me in the shoulder and sent me rolling backwards. He grabbed Wes, who was still in my arms, and ripped him from my grip. I lunged up to grab him back, but he just slammed his foot down on my shoulder, pinning me to the ground.

He threw Wes to the side, like he was nothing but a rag doll. He snatched the knife out of, the now shaking and crying, Melanie's hands and looked down at me, smiling sadistically. He leaned down and plunged the knife into the shoulder he wasn't standing on. I screamed as he twisted the knife and ripped it out.

He started laughing loudly, and Melanie joined in, nervously. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the front door being pushed open because they were too stupid to lock the door before beginning the torture. I could see blurs of people, but I couldn't make out any more detail than that.

After my father started laughing, Melanie came over and started kissing him, now getting excited by this. I started to crawl over to Wes' body again, wanting to touch him again. I needed to touch him. He would be alright. He's still alive.

I mean, we promised each other that we would be together forever. He can't die or else he'll break his promise. So that means he's still alive. Right?

Suddenly, my breath left my body as I rolled over and onto my side. I realized a second later that my father had realized what I was doing and kicked me in the stomach to stop me from reaching him.

"What the f**k?!" I heard someone, a man, yelled, his voice echoing in the room. I know this voice. It was one of Beck's friends. Chase, I think. He came to diner a lot and always talked to me.

"Who the f**k are you?!" my father roared back. "Get the hell out of my house!"

"That's the father, Donald." another male growled towards us. I looked at the men and started to realize one of the faces, the man who was standing closer than the other ones.

"Beck?" I called out, finally making out his face completely. Beck looked down at me, and at the same time, my father turned to me and stomped his foot down on my fingers. I cried out and pulled my hand to my chest when he moved his foot.

"Shut up!" my father screamed at me. A loud bang went off in the room, making my ears ring, and my father dropped to the ground. I could faintly hear Melanie screaming, but I didn't care. This was my chance.

I started crawling over to Wes again and I pulled him into my lap. I started to rock him back and forth, slowly. My teardrops were falling down on his face as I looked down at him. He looked like he was sleeping and that was it.

"You did a good job, Wesley. You protected me as much as you possibly could. I am so proud of you, Wesley." I whispered to him.

I could feel my consciousness slipping from my grasp and for once, I was okay with it. Because, I knew if I died now, I would see Wes again.

Beck's POV

"Alright, does everyone understand the plan?" I asked and my boys all nodded their heads. "Alright, let's go. I want to keep Angel, safe and sound, the others I don't care about."

"What about her little brother?" Peter asked.

"If he gets in my way, he will be finished too." I growled, annoyed.

"She won't like that." Tony said. "If he dies because of you or by you, she'll probably hate you forever."

"Yeah, she really loves him." Chase said, adding on. "Plus, she would definitely try to kill you afterwards."

"Or kill us for killing him." Walter added.

"Or herself." Patrick said.

"Enough!" I yelled, silencing their constant input. "We are going in to grab her and go. If we must, the brother will go too, but only if absolutely necessary."

They all nodded in agreeance and we loaded up into the black SUV. Patrick was driving the SUV while I sat shotgun. Peter sat in the middle, giving us directions, and Tony drove another SUV behind us, just in case. Chase and Walter sat in the far back, arguing with each other about some stupid s**t that I was trying not to listen too.

We arrived in front of a normal looking house. It was two-story house with white siding, long green grass and colorful flowers everywhere. We climbed out and looked around.

"This is the place." Peter said.

"Doesn't look like a house that abuses their kids." Chase spat out venously. "But, I guess you can't judge a book by it's cover."

A loud scream pierced the air, making all of us stop dead in our tracks. Angel. I ran towards the door and pushed it open. I rushed inside, my boys right behind me. I looked to my left and saw the living room.

Inside, I saw Angel laying on the floor, blood surrounding her upper body. She had cuts all over her body and glass coated in blood was covering floor near them. To the right of them was the boy from before, which I could probably guess was her brother, Wesley, laying on the ground, unconscious and probably dead already.

Two people, a man and a woman, were standing next to Angel, making out. I watched Angel start to crawl to her brother, but this caught the man's attention. The man looked at her and kicked her in the stomach, hard, before she could reach the boy. She gasped, rolling over.

Red invaded my vision and bloodlust for the people in front of me was the only thing my mind was processing. Millions of different ways of killing them had flashed through my head as I stood there.

"What the f**k?!" Chase yelled, bringing their attention over to us.

"Who the f**k are you?! Get out of my house!" the man yelled at us.

"That's the father, Donald." Peter growled, glaring at the man. Peter is normally the peacekeeper of the group, but when he sees a grown man beating on women, children, or those smaller than them, he's will be out for blood. When it's a father doing it to his children, he becomes one of the most dangerous people you will ever see.

"Beck?" Angel called, her voice breaking and confused. Her father turned towards her and stomped on her fingers. She screamed and craddled her hand to her chest.

"Shut up!" he screamed. I growled, pulling out my gun, and shooting him in the leg. He dropped to the ground, clutching his leg and the woman stepped towards him.

"Donald!" she screeched and I pointed the gun at her.

"Move and a bullet will enter your brain." I growled at her. She froze in place, staring at me in complete terror.

"Please." the man cried. "Please, don't kill me." I scoffed as I began to walk towards him. The man flinched as I crouched down in front of him, smiling.

"You don't have to worry about that." I said. The man sighed in relief until I grabbed his fat cheeks and made him look up at me. "You're going to get something a lot worse and you will be begging me to kill you instead."

His eyes widened as my words registered in his mind. "No, please." he said, but I stood up and faced my boys.

"Tie them up!" I yelled. My boys quickly rushed forward and started to tie them up. The woman started to struggle against them, but Patrick put a gun to her temple, stopping her immediately.

"Why don't you make this nice and simple?" Patrick said. "Or don't, that'll make it more fun for me." Peter laughed and the woman started crying hideously. I could see Angel's father also struggling as much as he could.

Peter, obviously mad, took his finger and jammed it into the bullet hole in his right leg, the same leg he used to stomp on Angel's hand. The man screamed in pain and stopped struggling.

"What?" Peter asked, darkly. "You can't handle this little bit of pain? How do you think your daughter feels?"

The man laughed at his question and spit blood at his feet. "What daughter?" he asked. "My daughter died the night my wife died." Peter's eye twitched and he stomped on the bullet hole, making the man scream loudly.

I spun around, looking for Angel, and saw her holding the boy. I watched her lips move and I stepped closer to them.

"You did a good job, Wesley. You protected me as much as you possibly could. I am so proud of you, Wesley." she cried, over and over again. I looked at my men and then down to the "parents".

"Bring them to the basement and show them your best hospitality." I growled out. They all smiled, nodding, before dragging them, kick and screaming, to the SUV and driving away.

Peter stayed back with me and helped me get Angel and Wesley into the car. We got in and I floored it to the hospital, blowing all the red lights without a care. I grabbed Angel, while Peter carried Wesley, and we brought them into the emergency room.

"Help!" Peter screamed. Doctors and nurses came rushing over to us, and snatched Angel and Wes out of our arms and placed them onto gurneys. They all rushed off, yelling out random garbage, and I tried to follow them, but a nurse put a hand on my chest, temporarily stopping me.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't come with us." the nurse said. I growled at her and slammed her body against the nearest wall, my hand on her throat.

"Either you let me follow behind you guys, or I will put a bullet in your brain and follow them anyways. You decided." I snapped, in my most deadliest voice. The nurse nodded and lead the way, Peter and I following closely behind.