Stilettos and thigh highs

Chapter 11: raw

The car pulled up in front of the studio once again, as it had for the last few weeks.
Val was waiting for me, standing on the blood-smeared pavement that lined the roads.
He swung the door open and grabbed my wrist.
"You're late Angel. What was the fucking hold up?!"
Val sneered at me, pulling me farther from the car.
"I'm done Val. You can't control me." I tried pulling my hand away, to no avail.
"Did you forget? I fucking own you!" He exclaimed, dragging me closer to his face as he scowled.
"You only own me in the studio. You have no fucking right to keep me here! I'm fucking done!"
Val delivered a harsh slap to my face as I tried to pull away from him once again.
Finally breaking free from his grasp, I started walking in the other direction.
Val ran towards me and grabbed me once again, kicking me in the knee, "you won't get far. You'll be back you fucking bitch." And with that he pushed me away as I landed on the pavement.
It was hard to get up, I felt like I could collapse but I couldn't let him be right. For once I could walk away. To not come back. To leave. And for the first time, I did.
I held up my middle finger as I walked away, I didn't look back once that night.
I didn't know where I was going or how I was going to get back to the hotel but I knew that I was finally free from endless shifts, gross cocks, the shackles around my wrists felt like they no longer tied me down.
I wasn't free but I was as free as I could get.
I wanted to go home.
What was home? I mean nuggets was there, my friends, husk.. fuck I missed him already.. his gaze on me as I came home on late nights, he didn't think I noticed, I did.
His smooth, silky fur that I wanted to wrap myself in and never leave his embrace as I soaked in his soothing scent. He smelled like whiskey and cigars mostly but if you sat with him as long as I did you could pick up subtle notes of dark chocolate and espresso, cedar wood and musk.

Before I realized it, I had reached an area I was familiar with.
The faint glow of the hotel in the distance was comforting, knowing that my friends, my loved ones and all my clothes and belongings were just a few minutes away from me.
That same feeling I would get when I was away on business when I was alive, reminding myself I was only a few minutes, hours or even just seconds away from seeing my family again, most importantly, Molly.
I wonder if I'll ever see her again.

Feeling the gravel under my feet was like a breath of fresh air knowing, I was home. Where I was welcomed and not where I "belonged".
I pushed through the stiff glass doors as eyes turned and widened.
I was holding on to the wall, panting and covered in bruises and scrapes as Charlie rushed up to me and grabbing my arm in a way that felt as if I was cared for, not that I was being forced to or dragged.
She helped me stumble over to the couch and yelling at others to get me a glass of water and some bandaids, staying by my side as she cleaned my wounds and put her favourite unicorn bandages on my injuries.
I was only half conscious as she spoke to me, her words fading into a muffled string of melodies as I drifted in and out of consciousness.

At some point I awoke on the lobby's couch, when I woke up I was covered in a soft, pink blanket and a pillow was laid under my head, presumably one that Charlie had put there after I stopped responding to her questions.
As I opened my eyes a little more, my peripherals cleared up and I realized that on the floor next to me was husk.
His body was curled up in a ball with a somewhat thick comforter covering his small body.
In his hand he was clutching the end of a white cotton pillow with stains I could only guess about and in his other he had my hand.
I laid my head back down and intertwined my slender fingers in his, with a small smile on my face I felt that I would be okay, for once I didn't feel afraid of what he would do to me if I fell asleep again.
I felt safe in his hands, like he would protect me, and I didn't doubt that for a second.
I mumbled a small "thank you husky.." as I fell back asleep.
I felt truly happy in that moment, not one that was fake, not one that was the serotonin boost of Molly or the euphoria of heroin, but true, raw joy.

Edit:
I'm so sorry I've been inactive, I'm in the middle of getting diagnosed with bipolar and was doing awful for a few months but I'm back now! I might not update as often as I used to but hopefully I will have enough motivation to continue and finish this story!
Hope you enjoyed :3