The next morning, just as I was heading downstairs, the doorbell started going crazy.

"Hold your horses what the fuck?" I opened the door to a comical sight; dad was carrying large boxes and struggling to keep them upright. Cy was behind him rolling his eyes. I guess he's spending too much time around Angel because he's picked up a lot of her nasty habits.

"What's all this?"

"You don't want to know son. I have to get to the shop." Cy walked by me and dropped his ...