Why Did You Have To Choose Me Again? (HuskerDust)

Chapter 3: the call

Angel Dust's pov:

After that night, I sworn wouldn't even think about him . But it turns out that I couldn't do that even for a damn night.

The night of Charlie's birthday was the second worst day of my entire life.

Soon after I got in the car and started driving my way back to my house, the phone started ringing. I know. It was probably 2 a.m. I'm well aware that no one could be capable of committing this act at such a late hour.. except one person. Or maybe two in this specific case.

It was Valentino. I rolled my eyes. He was the last person I wanted to hear from tonight. I couldn't ignore him unless I wanted him to show up at my house in the next hour, so I answered the call, swallowing nervously.

" Heyy Angel Dust, long time no talk, right?"

" Yes, Val, what do you want ? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

" Oh, come on now, stop being so sadistic! I just wanted to see how my favorite porn star is doing."

"I'm good, thanks for asking. Is there anything else?" As you can see, I don't feel like talking to my so-called "boss" at 2 a.m. on my drive home. Gosh, I just want to lay in my bed for the following 2 days or something. I'm just so tired.

" Well, yeah, in fact, I expect you in my office tomorrow morning, we have a job to do if you recall." ...shit.. shit, shit, shit. Of course I don't remember. Why should I?! Fuck.

" Yes..... Anyway.. what time?"

" Well, it sounds like you haven't been sleeping, and it's almost 3 a.m. so I'll be gentle, and let's say I'll meet you at 11 in the morning? What does my precious superstar think about it ?"

"Ok, I'll see you there."

"Something's off with you.. but I can't quite tell what it is."

" Val, I'm too tired, driving a car at 3 a.m. while being drunk as fuck and emotionally demolished, I don't know what are you expecting from me now, but I just want to get home and get some sleep, so if you don't mind, goodbye."

"Hm.. we'll talk about your behavior towards me later, and you'll regret it. Sleep well, you'll need it."

If I'm thinking straight now, which, by the way, I'm not, I don't think I said something bad, and the whole thing with "my behavior" is probably an overreaction. Like what else did I do now ? I simply just didn't feel like dealing with his shit right now. What is it so bad that he can do that I'll regret because of my behavior?

After I finally got home, the first thing I did was jump on my bed, and no, I didn't look at the pictures Husk and I took together. For the first time in five years, I just closed my eyes and remained there, in pure silence.

All of a sudden, my room was illuminated, and a constant buzzing sound came from my phone. I was literally about to end in a crisis if it was Val again, but to my surprise... It was Husk. My heart ached when I saw his name on my phone's screen.
At first, I was a bit scared and hesitant. I wanted to answer the phone so badly, but after what happened tonight, I knew deep down that I was drunk enough to fuck things up even more, and probably, so was him. But at the same time, I was boiling out of curiosity inside, like, what if he was finally trying to reach out to me ? I think you can see how drunk I am. Anyway. I ignored the call. I couldn't risk it. I remembered that Val had a job with me in the morning, so I tried to recall what it was, but my pleasing thoughts were interrupted again. Once again, my phone started ringing... this time, I couldn't help myself. I answered.

" Hiii... Angel Dust, how is your shitty ass doing tonight?? Did you... have a great night crying like a baby in the bathroom and... running away from me the whole night?? ... I'm sorryyyy... Angel... I didn't mean to be rude or to offend you in any way... I really wanted to reach out to you in the past five years....-

...... -hahaha! did you really believe this bullshit ?! Silly you. I'd never forgive you for the way you made me feel back then. Don't try to call back. I'll never answer. Oh, and one more thing... I'm here with a very delightful person. His name.. is.. uhm... what's your name again ?"

" Valentino." An evil voice responded. It sounded so familiar. I wonder why..

" Oh, yeah.. whatever. He is better than you in any possible way, so..... yea... goodbye, Angel Dust."

The call ended.

If I tell you now that I'm sobbing, you'd probably think that I'm a crybaby, so I won't admit it.

But there was something weird about this call.. he was.. I don't know? Drunk ? High? Probably both, the thing is, he was so unconscious, and if someone finds him like that- wait a damn second.... Fuck!

I can't go find them right now ?! It's 3.30 a.m. what am I supposed to do if I find them fucking in a parking lot or something?

I won't find him. He had never tried to even contact me these past years, so why should I be worried for him now. Plus, after the words he said to me during the call, I'm not even sure I'll be able to look him in the eyes..

I finally concluded to go back to sleep.