Never Enough Time | Huskerdust

Chap 11 - Fat Nuggets

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⚠️Warning⚠️
Mentions of abuse and addiction

Angel Dust POV

I blink, as Naveah shakes me slightly, we're just standing by the doors just out of the studios in the hallway, grabbing our bags.

"Are you coming?"

I shake my head slightly, "Yes sorry, I dazed off for a moment."

She chuckles, "Who wouldn't? Getting to dance with the overlord who claims he wants nothing to do with people like us? Not to mention how handsome he is." She swoons and winks at me. I just smirk.

"Sure, whatever you say, mousey." She huffs and I look through my bag, making sure I have everything.

"Hey, this looks like ibuprofen, can I use some?" I agree without looking at her.

Before she opens the bottle, I find my ibuprofen in my bag but not my drugs.

I gasp quickly turning around and grabbing the bottle from her hand holding it in the air behind me before she can use one. "Don't!"

She looks surprised, "Angel? What's wrong?"

I shake my head, "that isn't my ibuprofen, idiot. It's in my bag." I hand her a few tablets of actual ibuprofen, handing it to her.

"Sorry, but what was that anyway? What is it for?"

"Oh... uh," lies race through my head, "just some medicine that I use to help me sleep better."

She looks unconvinced but doesn't question it.

Val then appears, coming over to us. "Neveah, I want to talk to you." I stare a Val, warning him that if he dares do anything he'll have to talk to me about it. He just smiles and takes her over to the corner to talk to her.

I watch them out of the corner of my eye as I continue to pack up for the night... er, morning? Technically it's morning 'cause is three thirty am and I have and I have an hour and a half before I have to meet with Velvette.

"Bye Angel!" Neveah says to me happily and I wave goodbye, a bright smile on my face.

When she's gone, my smile turns upside down. "What did you tell her, Valentino."

He smiles at me innocently, "Nothing to worry about amorcito, I was just telling her that she can work soon."

He comes only a few inches away from me and I hold up an accusatory finger at him, "You don't own her soul, Valentino. I swear if you make her—"

He wraps his hand around my waist, the other drawing a sharp nail (more like a claw) across my face. He frowns, "I promise. I won't make her do anything until I own her soul." He cackles and my frown deepens.

"Don't fuckin' believe that she would sell her soul to you." Fire flames in Valentino's eyes as he slaps me harshly. I fall away from him as he takes a step back.