The driver of the truck got out, holding...something. Angel couldn't make out what it was in the dark.

"Excuse me, can I help you, sir?" Joan had stepped forward in front of her family in a protective manner.

"Yeah, can I ask you a question, sweet cheeks?" The voice was slurred like he was drunk. Aishah was pissed that he had called her wife a name like that but too scared to step forward and say something.

"Go ahead," Joan said, she was calm and clearly trying to ignore the degrading name he had called her. Part of Angel wanted to step forward and help his mother, but another part of him - the more sensible part - wanted to run inside with Aishah and call the police to make that man get the hell out of their yard.

He did neither. Simply standing there, eyes on whatever the man was holding.

"Well," He stretched out the 'l' sound longer than necessary. "I was just wondering if that pretty little slut up there is yer wife." Joan tightened her hands into fists, trying to contain her anger.

"Please refrain from calling her names like that." Joan managed out through gritted teeth. The man seemed to get angry at the fact that Joan had the guts to back talk him.

"Answer the DAmN QUESTION!" He raised what he was holding - a gun.

Joan flinched, some of her calm facade finally slipping away. "Okay! Okay. Just put the gun down and I'll answer your question, okay?"

Unfortunately, this seemed to anger the man even more, as he started shouting something incoherent and pointed the gun at Aishah's head.

"Angelus, ut in domo. Nunc. Tolle tuum, et matrem vocare vigilum." Joan said, speaking quickly in Latin.

Angel got the message. He knew it was the smart thing to do. But he needed to help his mom, that was the right thing to do. "Non relinquam vos iustus non possum! Vos could adepto nocere!" He almost yelled it, though his mother's voice was only just above a stage-whisper.

"Sic Angelus non poterat. Ne mixers mihi faciam illud." This time Joan sounded angry and scared. But determined, Angel had only heard her speak like that one other time in the four years he'd known her - when they had to go to court because she was both a police officer and married to a woman. She always got her way when she spoke in that tone of voice, and this time was no exception.

"Bene!" He said, tears in his eyes. This could very well be the last time he ever saw his mother. "Te amo, Mater."

He grabbed Aishah's hand and together they turned, but they never got the chance to run.

A/N ~ Please don't kill me? 

Please? I know I probably deserve it....but if you kill me you won't ever get to know what happens next....

Word Count: 459

Translations: 

"Angel, get into the house. Right now. Take your mom and call the police."

"I can't just leave you! You could get hurt!"

"So could you, Angel. Don't make me say it again."

"I love you, Mom"

Sorry if the translations are a little off, I'm using Google Translate for this.