🩷🕷🕸The Whims of The Spiderweb🕸🕷🩷

Introduction

*Angel*

I stumbled into the hotel tiredly at my usual ungodly hour, and just looked up to see Husk drying some cups and such for the bar. He gave me a worried expression.

"Legs?... What's going on? What happened to you?" He stopped what he was doing and came over to help me, but the minute I tried to walk to him my knees buckled and I fell to the floor with a thud tiredly.

"Angel! Angie, c'mon tell me what the problem is?" He set my head in his lap as I tried to focus, my eyes looking anywhere but straight. It took me a bit to calm down from the high as the pain and aches set in.

"I'm ok- I'm good-" I curled up next to him and cried for a solid minute. I had relapsed yet again and that shit always tore me up. I hated being a disappointment to Charlie or being so useless. Hell, if Pen had to die the least I could do is try to respect what he left behind, but here I was again, still the same washed-up whore. "Charlie is going to be so mad at me- I tried. Really I did. I just got so tired and the pain- and-" Husk just held me as I sobbed and cried, torturing myself with my own guilt.

"Hey, hey, what is this all about Charlie being mad at you?" Husk smiled at me with that usual knowing look... as a bartender his expressions really make me think he has seen it all in hell.

"But I fucked up- and it's my fault-" Husk cut me off .

"You did not fuck up. Your job being shit isn't your fault. You held on the longest you could, right?" He tried to comfort me the best he could, and honestly, just him smiling at me like that was enough.

"I mean I really tried but I still-" Husk distracted me by running his fingers through my hair softly.

"That's all that matters. At least you are trying." He smiled down at me and I nodded in agreement. He helped me get upstairs and helped me into bed.

"She's going to be so mad..." I was so worried about Charlie being disappointed in me.

"No, she won't. Now get som rest Angie." He tucked me in as I got comfortable.

"You're not mad either?..." I didn't want to disappoint him. I just had such a rough night and a relapse was inevitable when Val punished you for being late.

Husk gave me a kind smile and again ran his fingers through my hair I got teary-eyed as I looked up at him. His eyes showed no anger or animosity, just understanding of my condition.

"How can I be mad?... Hell, I still drink away the pain myself sometimes. Life gets to us all Angelcakes, no need to beat ourselves up over it." He tucked me in once again and slowly got up to leave.

It took me a moment to register the nickname he used. Sure it was the Val commonly used for me and under any other circumstance I would have been disgusted, but when it was Husk?

For once those words didn't make my stomach turn in knots or flinch... for once that corny ass nickname made me feel good about myself... for once it felt like I was seen and not just a toy to utilize.

Is this what love is?

I mean you read about it in the stupid ass storybooks and about it in all these corny ass movies... but is this what it really feels like?

That feeling of safety and security?

That feeling of being truly noticed for once?

I blinked for a moment as I felt a sharp pain in my side and cried out in pain. I looked to see what caused the pressure and only saw Fat Nuggets slowly stepping over my thighs, to my ribs to get a snuggle out of me. He had stepped on a bruise but also decided to put all his weight into one leg on my bruised rib.

"Do you have any common sense, Nugs?" I sighed a bit as he just oinked at me and moved down to his bed to give me space. I sighed a bit and got comfortable a bit. 

 I was exhausted, but at least I had the wise old bartender to come home to...

At least I had something.

I smiled a bit as I fell asleep, dreaming of good things... no big bad moth-looking monsters to spoil my fun.