All Baby has known in life is pain.
Years spent locked away in an attic to bare the agony of her father's brutal hands.
Family is a concept unknown to her since the moment her mother died when she was only a mere five years old.
Thirteen years sh...
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If I had known spilling the beans to my angel would mean bringing her to Howlers, I would have backed right the fuck out!
I mean, come on!
Fucking Howlers!
Drugs, alcohol, cage fighting, and we can't forget about the god damn bubble rooms!
Once my angel sees the absolute horrors of that place, I may as well kiss my ass goodbye. My angel is gonna lose her shit right beside me, and I may as well dig my grave now.
See you soon, Felix.
It's not just the thought of her witnessing the chaos that's gnawing at me; it's the fear of her seeing the darkness I desperately try to hide, the part of me that this club embodies. Hidden beneath the facade of broken glass and rust, 'Howlers' stands as a testament to my past, embodying all my worst decisions, drug deals gone bad, deals that cost lives - actions I can never take back. This place represents a lawless underworld, where I find some sense of belonging only because my soul is stained with shadowy deeds. Losing her over this would rip away the only patch of light keeping my shadows at bay.
So, I sit here, my heart beating out of my damn chest, and not because I am currently seated on the couch in my angel's closet as I watch her prance around half naked as she gets ready to go to her first... club.
I gulp.
It's more than just a fucking club, and if I could strangle Warrick without the teeny fact that I would, in fact, be strangling myself... I would.
The only hands around my neck would be the soft, dainty digits of hands as soon as she sees the kind of establishment Howlers is.
I watched her as she finally pulled a dress from the rack and looked it up and down, her fingers rubbing the material of one of the sleeves before nodding her head. She turns on her heel and shuffles towards me, and hands the dress to me with a question in her eyes.
