ANGEL'S POV:
Somehow, I always knew it'd come to this - the day my father's insatiable desire to get into trouble would be his ruin. And mine.
I wished I could say that getting a distress call like that was a first, but that would be an ugly lie. My father dined with bad luck and had long time made his bed with trouble.
He had been arrested. He had been hospitalized. He had been battered and bruised and dragged the length of a football field by debt collectors.
Yet, every single week, he found a more creative way of shitting both our lives.
He was after all the reason I'd lost my college tuition funds, just to save his ass from getting buried alive by angry men who chewed on debtors like him for breakfast.
Yes, that's what I do. I, Angel Winchester, the miserable savior of her old ma
