Imprisoned Pair | A Huskerdust Fanfiction

Chapter 7: I Want To

     Angel Dust sighs as he finally makes it to his bedroom, throwing his bag to the floor and immediately running to his lil pig. "Hi Fat Nuggets!" He squeals in a baby voice. "Did you miss me? I bet you did!"

     Fat Nuggets snuggled deep into Angel's chest fluff as Angel started throwing his clothes into a suitcase. "What would Val even want me ta wear?" He asks Fat Nuggets. "A dress?" Angel lifted one of his form fitting gowns up, as he chuckles. "Well he does always call me his whore. May as well look da part."

     And just then, the door knocked to Angel's room, startling him a tad. "Come in!" Angel shouts, expecting to see Vaggie storm in, pissed at the spider once again for finding another drug stash. Surprisingly enough, it was the princess.

     "Hey, Angel!" Charlie greets as she enters his room. "And hello there, Fat Nuggets!!" She gently patted the pig on his head.

     "Hey Cha-ly," Angel responds, one pair of arms waving while the other continuing to pack.

     "Whatcha packing for?"

     "Oh- uh-" Angel says as he turned around to face her. "This is awkward, I- I can't make it to the rehab lessons."

     "Aw, how come?" Charlie sadly asks, her smile dropping.

     "I'm- uh- I've gotta go to a last minute shoot. Tonight. Won't be back till Monday night."

"But Angel!" Charlie protests. "Val can't just take away your long weekend!"

Angel pretends to look sad. "I knowww such a shame. Life goes on though! Tell Smiles I said hi though!" He says as he tries to push Charlie out of his room.

"You're literally our only client! What are we supposed to do when you're always so busy?" Charlie asks, stopping herself from exiting through the door frame. She turned around, with an insistent look on her face.

"Look, Dollface, I'd love to talk about my feelings and go clean and shit, but I- er- Val needs this. What can I do- ya know how it goes."

And with that, Angel nudged Charlie out the door, closing it shut.

- Time skip -

Charlie groans as she collapses dramatically into the couch of the hotel room. Husk was awkwardly cleaning the bar as he didn't have much to do, with Angel being pissed at him and hiding in his room, there was literally no other clients."What's up with ya, princess?"

     "Running a rehab hotel is so hard!" Charlie wines, as she rubs over to Husk's bar.
 
     Husk chuckles. "Well, you only have one client. It'll only get harder as the hotel grows."

     "But our singular client literally won't even show up to my activities!"

     "Won't he be here tomorrow?" Husk asks, as he wipes a cup.

     "No! That's the thing, he got called in for more shoots."

     "More shoots?" Husk asks. "That's impossible." Husk did often try to not push to learn of the kids personal life, but couldn't help but be the shoulder to lean on whenever Angel was drunk out of his mind at the bar. Angel had explained his entire contract to Husk, who was rather curious. Apparently, as the contact states, Val is mandatory to give Angel 3 day weekends once a month.

     "I dunno," Charlie sighs. "Could ya convince him maybe? Or figure out if there's something else going on?"

     Husk nodded. "Got it."

     "And- uh- Husk," Charlie says, quietly. "I'm here for you too! Don't you forget that."

     Husk smiled slightly at the princess. "Thank you."

     -  meanwhile  -

     Husk knocked on Angel's door, noticing a photo of the two of them hung in his neon heart ring, the day before the angel war. The photo captioned: "This bitch!!!" Husk cracked a small smile at that.

"Angel?" He calls. "Are ya in there, Legs?"

Angel opens the door, slightly peeking his head through. "Uh, hey Husk," he says, awkwardly. "What do you want?"

"Can I come in?" Husk asks. "I need to talk to you."

"I guess." Angel moved to the side as Husk entered his bedroom, which was relatively small, with one bed that had folded clothes in stacks right by an open luggage.

As Husk shuts the door, he stared skeptically at Angel. "Why are you lying to Charlie about shoots with Val?" He asks, trying to be gentle.

Angel was taken aback, as he tries to look away. "I dunno what you're talking about. I do."

"No, you don't," Husk persists. "You once told me when you were drunk that he has to give you these long weekends, it's in ya contract." Husk reached out, wanting to touch Angel's arm but stopping, pulling back. "Talk to me, Kid. Is he forcing ya?"

"No!" Angel snaps.

"Then what is it? I'm just worried for ya!"

"Well ya don't need to be!!" Angel snaps. "I'm fine!"

"No you aren't!" Husk insists, his voice growing louder but he tries to calm down. "And that's okay! Everyone's been through the shit, but I can't help you unless you just tell me-"

"I don't want yer fucking help!" Angel yells, throwing his clothes in his luggage and zipping it up. "I'm fine! You may think ya fuckin know me but you don't! And you don't know Val either!"

"Val? As in the one who beat you? As in the one that you sobbed to me about because you were horrified of him?!" Husk yells. "I fucking know him enough to know you aren't safe with him!" Husk watched as Angel started to tear up as he sighed, trying to lower his voice. "Listen," Husk tries. "Just talk to me, please. I know it's hard and I know you don't want to, but you need help. And I want to be here for you. Is he forcing you to go?"

Angel shook his head, quietly. "I want to."