Waiting For Things To Get Better - Angeldust Angst

The Ve's? (Chapter 13)

Trigger Warning: this chapter contains suicide mentions, suicide, panic and anxiety attacks, dry heaving, physical and mental abuse, depression, suicide warning signs (giving things away, letters) fearful talks, talks of death. If you cannot handle the contents of this chapter, I strongly advise you do not continue.

Angel was the first one awake, trying to sit up without waking Husker. He failed, cursing under his breath as Husker stirred.

Husker sat up, rubbing his eyes. Angel threw a pillow at Cherris head, grinning devilishly when she sat up. She shot him a glare, throwing a pillow at his face. "Bitch!"

Angel giggled, his face starting to fall as he reached for his phone. He had one message from Velvet, and about 20 from Valentino.

He rolled out of bed, grabbing a sweater. Husker sighed. "Do you have to go alone-?" "I'm not. I'm forcing Alastor to go, he's got a big part in this whole thing." Angel said, pulling the sweater over his head.

"He won't protect you if Valentino tries anything." "He has no right to protect me anyways. He'd be getting in the way of a legal contract. I don't expect him to protect me anyways. He could give less fucks."

Cherri got up, stretching. "We'll be waiting for you when you get back, Angie." She said, pulling him into a side hug. He hugged back, sighing softly.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me babes." She said, walking out. Husker stood, feeding Nuggs. "I don't wanna wear makeup but fuck I look weird-" "you look better without it." Husker mumbled, standing back up.

Angel smiled, spraying perfume on. "Okay. Then I won't wear any. Let's go." he said, offering his hand. Husker took the offer, walking out beside him.

Most of the group was huddled in front of the TV, watching the news. Angel glanced at Alastor, who only glanced at the TV when it mentioned Vox.

"Alastor." Angel started. The radio demon slowly turned to look at him, tilting his head. "What is it." He asked, his voice slightly irritated.

"You're coming with me. It's about Vox, he left some stuff behind for you." Alastor raised an eyebrow, his smile tightening. "Fine." He sighed, twirling his mic.

"Cmon, let's go now. Before they go to interview the fuckers." Angel sighed. "Is this really a good idea?" Husker started, grabbing Angel's arm.

Angel glanced at him, "not a good one, but it needs to be done." He said, pulling his arm away. "I'll be back soon. I promise."

Angel offered a soft smile, before leaning down to kiss his cheek. He turned around, walking a little bit ahead of Alastor.

When the pair reached the studio, Angel pushed the door open, only to be met with a vase nearly hitting his face.

Velvet was rubbing her temples, glaring at Valentino, who was still throwing things. Velvet turned to look at Angel, letting out a long sigh. "Took you long enough. Oh, you brought alastor. Great. That's not sarcasm, I'm tired."

Angel flinched when Valentino threw another thing, narrowly avoiding being hit. Alastor leaned on his mic, tilting his head. "Still so fiesty, I see." Alastor said, watching Valentino seeth.

"He's been like this all day. Where the fuck have you been?" Velvet said, pointing to Alastor. "That does not concern you, my dear." Alastor said, leaning forward a little.

"Whatever. I don't really care anyways. I noticed you at the last meeting, didn't care enough to say anything to you. Come with me, away from this pissbaby. Both of you."