It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was rich, the other was poor as Chicago's streets...
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3𝓻𝓭 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓟.𝓞.𝓥..
Elias woke up in his box. His clothes, breath, and teeth were stained with the tint and coloring of alcohol. He looks back at his life. What'd he do to deserve this? He brought his children to the beach ⛱️, took care of his children for 6 weeks, went shopping at whole foods for them, and threatened his children. Nothing wrong with that! Surely.
He gripped at his side burns and bald head. "I want out of this! I can't take it!" He groans and growls loudly, but..No one came. He cries into his palms, fingernail marks from years of gripping onto his skin so harshly. "I..I can't.." Elias curls up into a ball again, when a black Tahoe with grey outlines. "I-I...No! Please don't take more of m-my money! I already barely have any!" Elias' voice cracked.
"I'm not going to hurt you..cutiebear.." The other man spoke from within his car. "I..overheard you. I can help you out of this life on the streets. I'm an..Angel..after all." As he exits his vehicle, Angel kneels in front of Elias, Elias' eyes glimmer like he was looking upon a god. "A..and how will you do that?.." He starts to twitch as Angel pets under his chin. "Well..don't just ask me. Why don't I show you physically..my little kitty..?"
Elias was reduced to a melting mess by this..stranger. Angel pulls out a fan of money from his pockets, holding it in front of
