Angel's Hell

Thank you all so much for your touching and encouraging reviews you guys really inspired me to barrel through this chapter. I’m sorry it took me so long to get it done but unfortunately my cat was hit by a car and I was in a bit of a funk for a while. Then we had the opportunity to get a new baby from the shelter so our surviving cat would have company and that has been all kinds of fun as they adjust to each other.

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Chapter Two: I want to need you.

I sit miserably in my bed as the sun rises in the horizon sending a deceptively cheerful glow around my new room. I stared dejectedly out of the lit up glass and ignore the saline tracks which tighten the skin of my face uncomfortably. I couldn’t sleep again, and it’s all your fault!

I hate how you plague my thoughts day and night, never relenting as your ugly half form leeches out of the back of your flunky’s head, how you glare at me, your tongue offering sickly sweet lies like honey to my ears.

My Aunt and Uncle have been even angrier at my existence in their lives ever since I returned home for the summer. It isn’t yet six in the morning and I am patiently waiting for my Aunt to unlock the door and order me downstairs to cook for them. Her light footsteps echo closer as I stand and wait by the door in the hopes I won’t be smacked across the face again as I was yesterday for taking too long to respond to her.

I hate the bitch, hate how she looks, how she talks, her demeanor, her insults and veiled looks of unadulterated hatred. I hate her paranoia and the way she coddles that obese whale she calls a son. I hate that I still want her approval despite the years of her distain.

Suddenly I jump as her bony fist pounds against the door despite her fumbling with the locks. “Get up you lazy freak, Vernon and Duddy want their breakfasts, get up!” she barks out at me as she throws the door open and smacks me across the face, “Well? What are you still doing standing around! Go you lazy swine!” she screams as she takes a switch from her apron pocket and begins to strike me across the arms and shoulders as I race past her and down the stairs.

I rush into the kitchen and hurriedly begin portioning out the tea, getting the eggs and meats prepared and getting the ingredients out for the scones. I cut up the fresh fruit while making a casserole rushing as fast as I can to get their food done before they get downstairs. Glancing at the clock, I groan and cover the fruit salad before rushing to set the table as I hear the heavy footsteps shuffling above my head and an ominous creek as my cousin wakes.


Rushing back to the oven to exchange the casserole for the scones, I wince at the heat emanating from the pan and quickly placed the piping hot food on the table. I curse under my breath suddenly for forgetting my Aunt's tea and start the kettle, praying it will steep strongly enough before she comes downstairs. Setting the coffee to percolate while I start on the fresh orange juice I beg silently that I can get everything done as I leap to the table with the pitcher of juice and the tea pot before getting the cream, lemons and sugar together.

Dashing to the icebox and grabbing the ingredients to whip together a proper blood pudding, mushrooms and kippers, I gag as my hands mix up the disgusting concoction and start frying them in separate pans simultaneously while whimpering to myself on hearing Aunt greet Dudley at the top of the stairs. Cutting up a few tomatoes and grabbing the bread I toast them quickly before rushing it all to the table right as Aunt Petunia steps inside. “You best be done with that boy or there will be hell to pay for you,” she barks at me before cooing as Dudley lumbers in and sits on the groaning chair at the table.

Finishing up the tea I place it in front of her and begin preparing a cup of coffee having just enough time to put it on a saucer before Uncle Vernon comes in and twitches his mustache angrily at me when he realizes he doesn’t yet have a reason to strike me. ‘Hah! Take that you disgusting cow’ I think proudly to myself as I begin to efficiently serve them breakfast and ignore my own grumbling stomach.

I quickly grab a piece of dry toast and a glass of water from the tap, hoping to escape the house before my Uncle decides to give me something else to do for them before eight but shriek as my Uncle grabs my hair and yanks me back into the kitchen, “BOY! Where do you think you are going you disgusting stupid freak!” he shouts before slugging me across the cheek.

I stare at him in shock as his face turns purple with rage and I quickly race over myself to try and remember what I forgot. I should have known that was a mistake. Before I could duck I was hit again and shoved towards the stove. Yelping as I lost my balance I held my hands out to brace myself and suddenly a loud keening noise erupted in the room as my mind swam with sudden dizziness. It took another solid blow to my head before I realized the noise was coming from me.

My mind swam with the pain but at the same time I suddenly felt freer for it, I felt light without much care even as my Uncle drew his belt and began lashing me with it. I was chased into the cupboard under the stairs and as I lay, my chest heaving and eyes wide in shock I suddenly managed to process Vernon’s ravings on how I forgot to put the morning paper by his plate.

I feel a flash of rage at myself causing literal sparks to fly from my fingers and I have to quickly pat my leg to kill the flame that quickly erupted from my little tantrum. I bite my lip as each pat is like a spike of molten metal against my skin. I stare transfixed at the burns and welts traveling my arms and gingerly pull the shirt from my body to examine the damage to my chest. There were patches where the skin was literally slit open from his belt, other patches where my skin was red, blistered and even melted entirely away.

My eyes flash red in fury as I realize I’ve been marked once more by that ugly stupid brute. I want to scream and kill them all but I know that I can’t if I ever want to get away from this situation. I hate them but at least I know how they operate, better the known evil then an unknown possibly worse situation.

Wincing and biting my lip hard to keep from screaming I watch as clear fluid seeps from my arms and I decide to pass the time by picking at the blisters and sighing in relief at the flashes of pain. My eyes flash red again and I smile up at the spider web infested ceiling.

Just two more weeks and maybe you can give me a little more fun, Love.