Stilettos and thigh highs

Chapter 8: my worst and my best

Angels pov:

When I woke up, husk was no longer beside me.
It caught me off guard that the once warm body had disappeared, as if it had never been there.
What I noticed next was that his suspenders and bow tie were laid lifelessly on my nightstand.
'Is he still here?' 'Did he forget his things?' And other thoughts raced through my mind before hearing footsteps strolling down the long hallway, stopping at my door.
I was terrified of who it would be, was I hallucinating because of the drugs? Was it Val? Charlie? Was husk coming back?
All of these thoughts came to an end when a familiar feline waltzed through the door holding a plate with toast, eggs and bacon.
"You're awake. How're you feeling?" Husk kneeled beside my bedside and set the plate down on my nightstand.
"I'm.. doing okay." I croaked out in a gentle but hoarse tone.
"I uh.. brought you some breakfast. Is your stomach okay to handle food?" Husk looked at me with a kind expression, one that made me feel reassured.
"I think so. Thanks husk." I made the effort to give him a small smile as a token of gratitude for all his attempts to keep me safe the past couple of nights.

Husk and I were sat on my bed, watching tv on my flatscreen and eating the breakfast that nifty had made that morning. Something about it was tranquil, something I'd like to do everyday.. with husk.
"Hey husk?" I looked over to husk, who was mid-bite on a piece of toast.
"Mmhm?" He mumbled out, looking me in the eyes.
"Why did you stay with me all this time?"
"Because.. I didn't want you to keep hurting alone. I want to be here with you so I can keep you safe." Husks eyes drifted off of me, there was something he wanted to say.
"Can we talk about your thighs?" Husk asked genuinely.
"It's not that big of a deal husk." I breathed out in a huff.
I wish he hadn't seen them.
"Yes it is Angel.. I want to help you but you have to work with me on this ok?" Husk reached his hand out to me, meeting him halfway i held his hand, it was soft and warm just like the night before.
He stroked the back of my hand and his eyes gazed into mine with a cheerful smile.

I wanted to kiss him, hold him, cuddle with him, but I didn't want to scare him away..
Because I loved him.

Our moment was cut off as my phone began lighting up with voicemails from Val.
I hadn't checked my phone in two days. There must have been over 200 messages from him demanding I answer the phone.
"No no no no no..!" More notifications popped up every few seconds.
"Is it Val?" Husk asked calmly.
"Yeah! I didn't answer him for two fucking days!"
My phone began vibrating in my hand, sending shocks through my fingers with every quiver.
I held the phone to my ear to hear Valentinos breathing coming from the other side of the line.
"Fucking FINALLY!" Val shouted.
"I-I'm so sorry Val I forgot to text you back.. please forgive me I'm sorry!" I jumped up from my spot on the bed and paced the room as tears brimmed in my eyes.
"Get your ass here now." "Y..yes Valentino."
He violently hung up the phone leaving me in tears.
I crashed against the wall and tried to cover the fact I was crying from husk, he didn't need to know I was this weak when nobody else is around.
"Angel hey." Husk walked up to me and crouched down, getting at eye level and brushing a piece of my hair out of my face.
"I don't need help husk. I'm fine." I stammered out at the feline.

I needed help.
I just didn't want to hurt him because I was hurt.
I wish In another world I could tell you how I feel.
Just not this one.

"Angel." Husk paused. "Don't let that dick get to you. Let's get you ready ok? I'll wait for you when you get back, I promise."

Why was husk being so nice?
Why did he start acting like this?
Did he think less of me? More?

Does he love me too?

Husk got up to offer me a hand, pulling me out of my slump.
I felt a clawed finger wipe off the overflow of tears scattered across my cheeks.
I looked down to face the man, he was smiling and looked at me like I was a human being, or atleast once was, instead of Angel dust. Pornstar . Fake. Addict.
He looked at me like I was something to cherish and hold gently..
He looked at me like for once I was Anthony again.

I smiled at the feline, embracing him in a tight hug and taking in his woodsy musk of cologne and cigar smoke.

"Take a shower and get ready ok? I'll still be here."
Whispering under his breath I heard a small "always and forever."
His sentences made me smile and think about a future he would still be in.

Husk laid around my room, playing with nuggets and skimming some books I had on a shelf.
He waited for me to get dressed and put music on to in his words "pump me up" for the long night I had ahead of me.
Instead of my usual hour to get ready I took two, singing and dancing with him as I did my skincare routine and put on some makeup.
I never expected that being with him could be so fun.
It felt like a breath of fresh air to be with someone who could see me at my worst and still love me at my best.
I loved this man more than I'd ever know.

Edit: I know this is a shorter chapter, I'm trying to give some content every once in a while but I've also been sick these last few days 😭
Do you guys want more of a slow burn or should I continue with their relationship at this pace?