how does it feel to loose?

Don't leave •Chapter 3•

♤♡Husk♧♢

11:00pm

11:30

12:00

12:30

1:00

Angel still wasn't back. I had realized hours ago that Angel was gone when I heard the clicking sound of his heels slip out the door. I don't know why I'm still up. He's probably off fucking some rando in a bar. I should go to bed. I don't. Why? I don't know. I just want to make sure he's okay. I don't know why I care. I shouldn't. I do.

1:30

2:00

Finally I hear the door creek open. Unsteady feet fall, the clicks echoing in the near-abandoned parlor. I was sitting at the bar, playing a game of war. When I turn around I feel my features mold into one of surprise. His heels were broken, tights ripped, shorts falling off, and his already revealing shirt was almost nonexistent. His lower set of arms were hugging his chest while the upperset was wiping tears and blood. His hair was spreading in multiple directions, eyeliner smudged, eyes bloodshot, bruises covering his chest, and dried blood drenched his fur. He looked up and eyes widened when he saw me.

"Oh...uh...Husk..hey.." He said, his voice is horse from crying or fucking I didn't know, either way it threw me off.

I stood up from my chair and walked toward him cautiously. Slowly I held my hand out in front of my chest, letting him take it if he wanted. At first he flinched, but something in my expression seemed to make him relax. Slowly, he took one of his upper hands and put it in my open palm.

"Come on" I said softly. Slowly we made our way to the stairs toward his room, after a few steps his legs gave out and I caught him in my arms. Holding him bridal style, we made it to his room. A small pig was waiting at the door with large eyes. When we came in his damp nose sniffed around my leg before looking at Angel with a concerned expression. I spotted a pink bean bag in the corner where I set Angel down gently. The pig instantly came over and nuzzled one of his hands until Angel started to pet him.

"I'll be right back, okay?" I said, he nodded. I walked back to the kitchen and made a cup of tea and grabbed some leftovers, heating them up before heading back to Angel's room. When I got back the pig had decided to sit between Angel's back and the beanbag while Angel looked at his phone. I kneeled in front of him, setting the tea and food on the floor next to him. I noticed his eyes watering so I softly cupped his hand in mine and took the phone.

"What's his name?" I asked softly, gesturing to the pig.

He hesitated a moment before smiling softly and saying "Fat Nuggets". I chuckled a little. Of course Angel would name his pet Fat Nuggets.

"My friend Cherri found him in Cannibal Town. DIdn't want them to eat him, so she brought him to our apartment." He said softly, slowly picking up the spaghetti and eating it.

"She's the one who destroyed our wall?" I asked.

He nodded with a small smirk on his face. "Yeah, that's her."

"She seems like a good friend."

"She is."

We sat in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes while Angel ate small bites of spaghetti. When he pushed the plate away after eating about half, I offered a hand to help him so he could go take a shower. He didn't flinch this time, and wobbled slightly on his way to the connected bathroom. I heard the water start, and looked around the room properly. The walls were a light pink with neon lights everywhere. His heart-like bed was in the middle of the far wall, with a smaller bed next to it. I presumed that was for Fat Nuggets. The right wall had a makeup vanity and the door on the left wall housed the doors to a closet. The corner by the door had a beanbag and a small shelf with books. Somehow, Angel had procured pink fairy lights that were draped on the wall behind the beanbag. I got up and opened the closet to find something Angel could wear after his shower. Shockingly, it was extremely well organized. There were at least 10 different colors of hangers, and on the door was a little key. Blue for work clothes. Pink for cozy clothes. Purple for fun clothes. Teal for fancy. Etcetera. That was only the left side, on the right there was a chest of 6 drawers each labeled with pants, shorts, skirts, and other various clothing articles. Carefully organized to correspond with the hanging dresses and shirts were a collection of shoes that likely also aligned with the categories. In the cozy category I found a oversized t-shirt with four arm holes and a pair of long sweatpants that looked comfortable. I grabbed these and carefully folded them. Setting them on the counter in the bathroom, I left to return the plate to the kitchen.

When I returned, Angel was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling.

"Hey..." I said softly, as I came back in.

"Hi. I thought you left..." He said with a wavering voice. Propping himself up with one of his lower hands.

"I came back."

"That's good." He sighed softly.

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I noticed that he was holding one of his wrists tightly in the other hand. He tried to hide it but I could see blood slipping between his fingers. Trying to keep calm I walked toward him and sat on the bed slowly.

"Angel..." He turned his head away from me, a few tears slipping out.

"Can I see?"

He didn't say anything as the tears crawled down his face. Cautiously I reach my hand over to brush one of his hands. I didn't miss his small flinch, but he loosened his grip and let me take his injured hand on my own. Slowly, I turned it over to expose his wrist, where blood was slowly seeping out of.

"I'm going to go get a bandage, okay? I'll be right back." At his nod, I quickly ran to grab my First Aid kit behind the bar before coming back to Angel's room. He hadn't moved from where I left him. After sitting back down on the bed I reached toward his wrist before hesitating. "Can I...?"

"Yeah."

Slowly I bandaged the cuts and the other wounds on his body. When I was done he leaned his head down on my shoulder and stared at the wall. "Why?" I whispered. His eyes shifted to his wrist as he said,

"I should've been stronger. Other people are probably dealing with so much worse then me, but here I am acting like a crybaby over a stupid thing that happens every single fucking day. It doesn't matter. I don't matter'' More tears started to make their way down his face as he turned to pull his knees up to his chest.

••••••TW OVER••••••

"You matter to me. You're so strong, I've seen you hold your own in a fight. I've seen you fight your own inner demons even as they try to fuck you up. You could burn this town to the fucking ground if you wanted. You're like fire, strong, resilient, and people know not to fuck with you, 'cause you could destroy them. Valentino knows that, that's why he's afraid of you. Because when you open your eyes and see what you can do, you will destroy him." I kept my voice soft but certain so he knows I mean it.

"I fight against the system everyday. If anything...that's the fire, and it's just burning me up. It's why I've never tried to break out of my prison cell." He said his voice wobbled with more tears building in his eyes.

"There will be nothing but ashes left when you decide to be who you are. The real you. Not that persona." I replied. Apparently, that was enough because the tears finally spilled out so that he was full on sobbing.

"T-thank y-you for cari-ing" He said between sobs.

I pulled him into a hug, wrapping my wings around us and rubbing soft circles onto his back. "Always." I whispered. When his sobs slowed down to soft sniffles, he crawled to his pillows and got under all the fuzzy blankets. I stood on the side of the bed to say good night when his hand brushed my wrist lightly,

"Will you stay? Please?" He whispered.

"Yeah." He slid to the side and crawled under the blankets next to him. Leaving my hat on the floor. I wrapped my wings around him again as we fell asleep.

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yayyy :) btw I'm going to start adding chapters once or twice a week on tuesdays/fridays.