𝙸 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝙸 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞.

9: 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗.

Charlie fluttred her puffy, blood shot eyes open, adjusting to bright crimson morning light, leaking though her clear balcony door. Loud commotion outside her room startled her. She knew Alastor had been out there for the past few days but wondered why there was clearly more then one voice out there. It didn't even sound like Alastor's, wacky, little, radio cane, that spoke to him every now and then.

Annoyed, as she had only just got to sleep two hours prior, Charlie tried to get out of bed. Putting both legs out, two feet on the floor. She struggled to stand as her legs were like jello from staying in her bed for so long. Eventually standing up, she smiled at her achievement, before plummeting face first on her floor. Stiff like a stick.

"Gahhhrrr" Charlie groaned, muffled as her face was in the carpet. It's always me.

"Oi, did yous hear dat." Angel Dust said from behind her door.

Alerted, Charlie shot up from the floor and got on her knees. The door handle started to jiggle, meaning someone was about to come in her room. In a panic, she lied back down and quickly rolled under her bed.

From under it, she saw four sets of feet enter her room. Listening carefully, she tried to identify them by their voices. Although, she did have an idea who they were. There wasn't many options.

"Oh dammit, where is she? I'm in no mood to play 'find Charlie'" Husk grunted. "Fuck sake." He quietly mumbled, under his breath.

"Oh gimme a break Husk. Ya wanna get ya life back ta normal or nah." Angel Dust said, snapping a bit at Husk. Eyeing around the room, eagerly trying to find something that at least resembled Charlie.

Charlie identified the people in the room as Angel, Alastor, Husk and Nifty. However, she was confused by their conversation. She thought her absence would be like a holiday to them. They seemed so eager to find her. In a rush almost.

"Guys..." Nifty said. Nervously gripping onto the end of Alastor's blazer.

"Yeh, little red?" Husk said, looking down at the child-like maiden.

"I-I can't spend time in hear for too long...L-look at the mess." Nifty said, holding her chest, trying to catch her breathe from panicking. "I-I need to clean it...Sooo baaaaad."

They all looked around Charlie's room. There were dirty, clothes, scattered all around the room, as well as plates with old food and many, many tissues. Everyone cringed at the mess. Although, Alastor looked at it sadly, thinking how she must of felt to mess up a usually tidy room. His stomach sank when he saw a picture of her and Vaggie in a cracked up frame, knowing it was him who had triggered the argument.

"Look, i'll take tiny out, and you guys find Charlie to get her life back on track. I won't be much help with that since my life isn't really on tracks itself." Husk stated, grunting. He bent down and picked up the shaking Nifty, bridle style. Leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Angel looked around the room and smirked. "Oooh Charlieeee. Where are ya?" Angel taunted, walking around her room. Alastor followed, soundly behind him. Angel and Alastor walked up beside Charlie's bed where the bed side cabinet was.

Charlie covered her mouth to drown the sound of her hitched, breathing. Looking next to her was Angel's tall black boots and Alastor's smart shoes. Right next to Angel's boots, were a pair of Charlie's underwear. She blushed bright pink in embarrassment, dragging them under her bed in a hurry to risk any embarrassment, and hoping Angel or Alastor didn't see. However, she felt a bit let down when she heard Angel snicker at something.

"Why are you laughing, my feminist of fellows?" Alastor said, pulling an eyebrow up at Angel Dust and grinned, confusedly.

He smirked in reply. "I think I just fand out how ta get Charlie ta come out of her hidin' spot." Alastor gave a confused smile in return and nodded. No hesitation. He may of not trusted Angel but wanted to see his Demon Belle again. Even though, he did know she wasn't his to keep. Not just yet anyways.