A man, hair like a dear and the same clothes as me, walks in the night. He was smoking. He had a ring on. 

"Is that your...?" Angel asked. 

"My dad. The asshole." I answer. 

He walks to a club. He's alone. His wife isn't there. He goes into a club. The image around us changes into the club. 

"Wow look at all these lovely potential clients." Angel said. 

"Please focus." I say.

Angel nods. The man walks to a woman. A different woman. Her eyes were the same as his. Her hair was black. She wore almost nothing. He approaches her. He grabs her by the chest. The women fights. I close my eyes. I hear her screams. I hear her cries. I clutch my ears. Angel's eyes went wide. 

"Whoa." Angel said. 

"My mother was raped." I say. 

The image changed into the day the wife found out about my birth. She murders him. She stabs him 200 and 3 times. I was thrown out of the house. I show him later years. I show him the rock beatings and me being on the run. I snapped my figures the images fade and the room goes back to normal.

"Alastor... I had no idea." Angel said. 

"It's salt on the wounds." I say. 

Angel kisses me. It was nice to get of the load. 

"Don't tell anyone." I say. 

"I won't tell a demon." Angel said zipping his lips.