Waiting For Things To Get Better - Angeldust Angst

Goodnight, Nuggs. ( Chapter 19)

Trigger warning: this chapter contains physical abuse, mental and emotional abuse, mentions of BDSM, suicide, suicide letters, grief, blood, attempted murder, emotional exhaustion, shutting down emotionally, pills, mentions of knives, and a lot of heavy topics in general.

If you are feeling helpless and are experiencing suicidal thoughts, you are not alone. You do not have to suffer by yourself. Mental health is a very serious topic, and should not be taken lightly.

If you cannot handle these topics, I suggest you do not read this chapter.

Angel lay on the couch, between Husker’s legs. The pair didn't talk much; instead using physical communication. Husker barely spoke to anyone.

Charlie was talking to Vaggie quietly about a new plan to try and get new sinners in the hotel, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Nifty giggled, chasing bugs around the main lobby. Alastor watched, confused by the small maid.

Husker took a swig of alcohol, looking around. Angel glanced up at him, sighing softly. He reached up, bopping his nose gently.

Husker glanced down at Angel, his pupils dilating. Angel smiled, kicking his feet absently.

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Velvet stared at Vox's spot on the couch, bringing her knees up to her chest. 4 months.

It was getting closer to extermination day, and Velvet dreaded it. It would be her first without Vox.

Val stared at the spot on the wall where the TV used to be, tapping on his mug. It felt empty.

“Angel's acting weird.” Velvet spat. “What the fuck did you do?” “I didn't do anything out of the ordinary.”

“If he dies too, I'm fucking killing you myself.” she spat. Valentino shook his head.

Velvet crossed her arms. “You ruined my life. It was fine when Vox was here. You fucked that up. And you fucked yourself over.”

“You don't think I didn't know that?” Val replied quickly. “I get reminded, like- every fuckin’ day.” “Good. Because it's your fault.”

Val glanced at Velvet. Velvet was still looking at Vox's spot. “He cared so much about us. I know I treated him like shit sometimes. But I didn't hurt him.” Velvet mumbled.

“You really fucked the entire company over with one move. I don't like seeing your face. You make me sick. It's like looking at ruffles. Disgusting.”

“I don't care who you hurt, but when you hurt the people I like, it crosses the line. Vox did nothing to deserve that. Yeah, maybe he was stubborn, and a little crazy over that red furry fuck, but he was what made us.”

Valentino kept his gaze on the other side of the room. “He was the calm one, he was the one who kept us in line. We're not the Vees without Vox. Now we're just V and V, and I don't want to be associated with you.”

Valentino glared at the mug. She was right. God, she was always right. Valentino stood, walking out of the room.

“Yeah, walk away you prude! Goddamn corpse fucker.” She grumbled. Valentino ignored her, walking to his studio.

He pulled out his phone, glaring at his contacts. Vox was still near the top. He clicked on Angel's contact, reading Angel's replies to every single message he sent.

He scowled. One or two words.

He clicked call, impatiently waiting for him to pick up.

Angel sat up immediately, walking away from the group. “Yes, Val?” Angel asked, pacing anxiously. Cherri glanced up, sighing softly.