Sugar, Spice and Nothing Nice

The Company You Keep

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SUICIDE, MENTIONS OF 🍇 , SEXUAL ABUSE, MENTAL ABUSE🚨

Chicago, Illinois 1988

"You are so beautiful," Desiree; a 17 year old girl, smiled at the girl she was babysitting.

The girl blushed as Desiree put lipgloss on her, "Thanks, oh can you not put so much makeup on me; my mom will throw a hissy fit." She rolled her eyes.
"Moms, am I right?" Desiree rolled her eyes. "Babe! Get in here! Look at my masterpiece!"

Wes, the younger girl's stepbrother and Desiree's boyfriend walked into the room, "Look," she turned the girl to him.
"Wow nice job Rae," Wes took a closer look. "You're beautiful Bean."

Bean smiled at older teens then at her reflection.

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Hell, Present Day

"Do you remember your life on earth?" Bean asked, looking at her reflection in the small mirror
"Tell Val that he has to move the shoot up an hour for the meeting at 3," Vox told Victor; his assistant.
"The overlord meeting?" Victor asked, writing on their clipboard.
"No not the overlord meeting, I'm not going anywhere near that shit show," Vox replied.
"Hey!" Bean said louder.

Vox rolled his eyes, "Give me a minute, my dear." Bean pouted in the rolling chair.
"I'll email him right away, oh and Carmilla wanted to know about what's happening with the Angelic Security System" Victor looked at him.
"What's the rush? There's no threat thanks to the princess and her band of housekeepers," Vox chuckled looking at his phone. Bean let out a loud dramatic sigh, Vox rubbed his temples; "Give me that box and leave" he pointed to a dark blue box, Victor handed it to him then left.

Vox walked over to the demon spinning in his chair, he stood behind it stopping him from spinning; "What are you moaning about?" He looked down at her.

Bean looked up at him smiling, "Do you remember your life before you died?"
"What brought on that?" He raised an eyebrow.

Bean shrugged, "I wanted to know if you could, so I could tell you what I remember."
"You sure are somethin," he shakes his head.
"So did you-"
"Would you like to see what I got you," he interrupted her.

She gasped, "You got me a present?! What did you get me!!!" She squealed.

Vox opened the blue box revealing a gold necklace with his name written in cursive, Bean clapped smiling; "It's so beautiful!" He put the jewelry around her neck.

Bean admired her neck in her hand mirror, "My dear I need a favor from you," Vox turned her head to him.
"Okay," she smiled up at him.
"I need you to be a good girl for me and stop delaying Val's work, I know he makes you mad; but you can't keep harming the workers," Vox smirked, holding her face.
"Well he needs to tell his slutbag employees not to fuck with me," Bean said sarcastically.

Vox stopped smirking, "I'm serious, I have an important broadcast tonight for the show and I can't have Val being a baby cause his workers keep going 'missing'; cut the shit for 24 hours or I can make you," his voice became distorted. "Are we at an understanding?"
"Whatever," Bean rolled her eyes, moving out of his grip.
"Hey.." Vox gently grabbed her face again, she looked up with puppy dog eyes; "You're in my chair." Bean glares at him before getting up letting him sit.
"You're a jerk," she said before Vox pulled her onto his lap. Bean faced him biting her lip.
"Isn't this a much better seat?" He smirked, putting his hand through her hair.