Chap 17 - The Bomb!

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A/N: Welcome to a chapter for Cherri bomb! I'm glad I can be able to just create these chapters for a little bit on a schedule for a day or two. Have a good read!

⚠️Warning⚠️
Slight talk of drug addiction.

Cherri Bomb POV

I can't find Angel anywhere! "Ugh, stupid cat. I need him!" I groan and head down the butt load of stairs again.

I go back down to the third floor and look around.

"Y'all better tell me where Angie is... Now!" I snap, grabbing a bomb from out of nowhere. Everyone around me looks at me in surprise before some worker points at a door.

"Fuckin' finally." I head over to the door but a big, strong demon steps in my way. I put my hands on my hips and scoff. "Let me the fuck in, mate... I'll fuck with you if you let me in."

He pauses at the mention of sex and I get closer to him, "you do want that don't you?"

He blinks before giving a throaty laugh, "sorry kid, I gotta job to do." I frown before holding up my bomb.

He just smiles, "you better let me in there, you fucker." Fuckin' bitch! I throw my bomb at a stupidly white wall.

Instead of breaking the wall gets filled with color. I groan, "you're not gonna get anywhere being like that darlin'." I glare at the stupidly hot guy.

I hold up my middle finger at him and go to a couch by a casino table. I cross my arms and see the mouse girl that Angel likes so much laying on the floor, exaggerating some type of emotion. I roll my eyes getting up to pull her on her feet.

"What the hell're you doing on the floor?" She just shrugs and I roll my eyes before going onto my phone.

As soon as I see mister tough guy leave I'm in. I scramble over to the door, going in before he can stop me.

I slam the door and I see Angie with the cat. My eye twitches, "bitch, who do ya think ya are?" He rolls his eyes as he rests a hand on my friend's back!

"Cherri?"

"Yes I'm here, babe. I just wanted to see how you were doin' but your little bitch kept me away." He's facing away from me but I hear him let out an amused sigh.

Husk murmurs something to Angie that I don't hear before he gets up slowly. "What are you doing here Cherri bomb?"

I snort, "obviously I'm here for Angel... and his pig." He raises an eyebrow, "but of course you wouldn't know who or what it is because I'm Angel's friend and I was good enough to get him Fat Nuggets!" Angel holds out his hands in delight and I set the pig on the ground to run to him.

"You gotta prob'm wi' that?" I ask, snarky. He just looks at the pig, then Angie, and shrugs before turning back to me.

He studies me and I glare at him. "No. I'll come back in later. I'm sure you know how to deal with him better than I do."

I roll my eyes and point an accusatory finger at him, "Well I'm staying here any— ... wait... what?" I look at him in surprise and he just nods at me. "Well- I- uh... Of fuckin' course I do! You're just a side hustle!" He deadpans and I stick my nose in the air.

I frown as he says quietly to me, "he's been talking about Valentino." I'm stiff in surprise while he leaves and I only break from my shock when Angel jokes.

"Ya just gonna stare at me while I'm a mess?"

I scoff, "you're not a mess, babe," I walk closer to him and sit down. Angel has his arms around the pig and I lightly touch his head.

He shrugs at my answer and I roll my eyes, "why d'ya gotta be so fuckin' depressing all the time.. I would have come earlier but the big guy out there told me no."

Angel raises an eyebrow, his eyes are still puffy and I feel concern flash through me.

"Ya really gotta hear the story!" I stand back up, hold my hands on my hips before standing in front of Angel. "So I come outside, ya know," he nods, motioning for me to go on, "and then, maybe you would know him, I go to the door but he steps in my way."

Angel snorts.

I point at him excitedly, "that exactly how I felt! So I went up to him and told him that if he didn't let me in I would throw my bomb." He chuckles wiping underneath his eye, mixing up some of his makeup more than it already was.

"And then, you won't guess, instead of the wall breaking it exploded into color! Can you believe that!?" He laughs, "so then he was like 'only if I get you a drink'."

I change up the story because Angel is laughing so hard, "and I saw him pour some of this potion in and I was like, 'that's Angel's kink! Maybe I should try it!' So I went over and tried it..." he laughs so hard that he's crying, "it was the most disgusting thing, let me tell you."

This really did happen, just at some other bar that I was at before I learned about the shit that Valentino was putting my Angie through.

"I thought, ya know, 'Angel loves this stuff' but that was the worst thing I've ever tasted!"

"There's a certain type that really isn't good, was it lovegood?" I nod, not fully understanding what the hell that is, and he continues, his smile growing impossibly wider, "I hate that shit, that is the only one I won't do."

My mouth hangs open, "of course the one that's actually bad is the one that even you know sucks!" I groan and he laughs, "I can't fuckin' believe this!"

At this point I'm just trying to make him laugh and forget everything that he was previously feeling, so I make up stories after that.

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After a while Angel falls asleep on the couch and I'm sitting with him. I massage between his shoulder blades and back when I hear the door open quietly.

"Is Angel awake?" I look up to see Husk.

I nod slowly, "nah, but he's feeling better."

He nods and I stand up, walking over to him. I glare at him, "don't you fuckin' do anything to my Angie, got it?"

He smiles a rare smile, "of course." As I turn to leave he says, "he's lucky to have a friend like you."

"No shit, Sherlock." I sass back, although a smile forms on my face at the compliment.

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A/N: Hey everyone, it's been a short last few chapters but I really think that hearing three different POV's of these characters are very important. I probably won't do a Cherri Bomb POV ever again and stick with Husk and Angel Dust but we'll see. Thanks for reading and make sure to vote and leave a comment!

Word Count: 1206

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