Carl Gallagher Imagines [Discontinued]

Unconditionally Pt.2

"Carl." You muttered for the thirtieth time, your head resting lazily against the back of the uncomfortable steal chair you currently sat on. That's when you realized something. Something pungent shot through your nose, making you jolt up to check your surroundings. You weren't in your home that was looking rather warm at this point. Instead, you were in a steal room with only a skylight and a bolted door.

For a moment, you were confused as shit. So confused that your vision was practically gone until your eyes decided to work and your brain came back together. "What the fuck.." you whispered as you scanned the room once moe. As you tried to move your feet, they were dangerously restricted to the feet of the chair. Your arms were pulled behind you back uncomfortably tight. Your eyes watered from the pain you felt in your head. It was almost unbareable.

When it finally dawned on you just where you were, you sobbed rather loudly, leaning forward in attempt to slither out. But even that proved to no effect. Frustration takes over and you struggle until eventually your chair falls forward, knocking you out for the second time.

*flashback

As you make your final swirl and that damned pole you practically call your own, you realize an underag boy walk in with a giant for a partner. Stopping for a moment to see the scene play out, your current customer gets up to leave as he is out of money- leaving a free spot by the stage. Before a middle-aged man can take a seat, the underage boy shoves him out the way and sits before you, leaning forward with a smirk.

Your eyebrows raise at his gesture until your eyes trail back to see the rather scary giant. You nod your head towards him, "you can take a seat, big guy. I swear I don't bite." As the tension from the giant releases, you realize how small he must feel on the inside. You sympathize as you light a cigarette and sit before them, relieved to sit after standing on seven-inch heels for two hours.

The boy chuckles, "a bit too young to be shakin' that thang don't ya think, baby girl?"

"Considering the way you just shook-that-thang in here like you own the place, I'd say your in no position to accuse." You paused when you see his growing smirk, "but just between me and you- 18 according to me fake ID." You winked.

He tilted his head back slightly, laughing at how bold and completely sexy you were in fishnets and a corset. "What's your name?"

"Y/n... but it's Natasha according to my ID. Any requests?"

"Can I request a kiss from yo gorgeous lips?"

You leaned forward as if you were about to kiss him, though seeing as he shut his eyes and waited, you drew back and stood up by your pole with a smile. "Your name?"

"Carl. Carl Gallagher. And this is Nick." He motioned towards his slightly smiling friend, not taking his eyes off you. Even if you were technically classified as a whore, their was something about you that was beautiful to him. From the glint in his eyes you could practically see the fascination like a kid walking into a candy store. It was as of he'd never seen anything like you.

The supposed Nick had been glancing back and forth at you and then Carl, trying to piece out some kind of understanding in his head. It seemed as though the situation confused him. It raised curiosity as to why h looked so damn stunned.

"Well, Carl.." you trailed off as you leaned in close to his ear, close enough that he could feel your warm breath on his neck. "I'll be honest I think your pretty cute. But rows are shamelessly beating your cuteness."

"Aye.." he put his hands up in defense, "these rows ain't ever do anything but love you."

You scoffed and pulled your head back, taking a puff of your lit cigarette. "I like you Gallagher. Swing by anytime." You winked at him before stepping down from your place on the stage and walking towards the back where you tagged a blonde that took your post.

As the memory replayed itself in your mind, your eyes seemed a bit too dry to release any desperate fluids. You missed Carl so much- even if it was only... you didn't know. It then sunk in that you had no clue just how long you were in here. Would anyone come looking? You really wanted to believe that Carl would come save you like you did the first time you met, but after what he said there was no guarantee. You blew it. With three simple words your relationship with the Gallagher was over.

*flashback

"Don't you ever want to leave?" Carl asked softly, carresing the soft flesh beneath his finger tips. His eyes trailed down to your soft lips as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

You solemnly smiled at him, your eyes showing so much love and compassion you never knew you could feel. "Why do you like me?"

"I don't like you, I adore you." Tapping the tip of your nose, he returned to carresing the side of your cheek in waiting for your response.

"I... I do but-"

"So then quit. Just quit." He suggested but he already knew how touchy this topic was. On many occasions he'd try to bring the reasons for your dancing out of him but you didn't even know why yourself. It seemed far fetch for him to try and save you but that in itself made you feel worth something. For once.

You sighed and sat up on the bottom bunk of your bunk bed, your head almost touching the bottom of the top bunk. It was obvious he'd fired a deadly trigger seeing as you made that same face and brought you bare knees to you chest. He sat up with you, rubbing circles into your thigh.

"Hey, Carl?" You finally said after countless seconds.

Carl rested his head between your knees, looking into your e/c orbs. "Yea?"

"Do you love me?" Without making eye contact, yoh kept your eyes fixed on the dart board mounted on the wall across from your bed.

Hearing a sigh slip past his lips, you immediately stood up and walked over to the couch in your room- which was in the basement- and slouched on it.

"Right... he didn't even love me then." As you finished mumbling that sentence, the door was opened and you could hear footsteps coming closer but you didn't care. Carl didn't love you, so what more was there to life but death? You had nothing in your favor but stripping and even your family could care less if you died.

The pair of feet landed before your face while your chair was swiftly lifted, revealing your attacker. You glared at the large male, wishing death upon him as you did so. "I would like to make this easy. But your the best bait we have."

You sighed, easing your glare. "He won't come for me... he doesn't love me so you capturing me won't effect him." At the sound of ear-piercing gun shots, you flinched and whined. It was too much for your rather sensitive ears to take which surprised you. Probably some drug they gave you.

"Where the fuck is my girlfriend?!"

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*yawn* it's Christmas eve... yayyy. Anyone so I'll post later and then I'll post a Christmas special tomorrow because... why not?