No One Cares || Danti ✔️

17.

•This chapter was inspired by Slenderboy152 's book, 'The Club'. It's honestly an amazing book and I absolutely love it so much so go give it some love!•

I pull on my suspenders, getting ready for work. Dark had already left, but I still had about fifteen minutes until I had to be at the club.

The complete outfit was a long, white button up (that was usually rolled up) with black suspenders and a blood-red bow-tie. We either could wear black, skinny jeans or black shorts. I chose to wear shorts because it usually got really warm inside. To finish it off, black boots or converse. I felt the boots went more with the outfit, so I wore those.

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I gasp, being pulled towards the drunk demon.

"You will fucking pay for what you did to him! You'll pay!" He screams, the smell of alcohol finding its way to my nose.

The demon looks familiar, but I couldn't focus on anything because I was being pulled over the counter by my shirt. The sharp edges dug into my stomach, reminding me of my almost healed wound. Key word: almost.

"Let go!" I yell, fighting my way out of his grasp.

"Hey!" Two of the bouncers run over and pull the guy away from me. The man thrashes around in their grasp, but they easily picked him up and threw him out.

I had fallen backwards, my heart racing. Mad came running over toward me, kneeling down to see if I was okay. I was grasping my stomach. There wasn't blood, but my bruise would definitely darken up later.

"Are you okay? Why didn't you push the button? You have one for a reason," he exclaimed, being worried as all hell.

I calm my breathing, the man's words ringing in my ears. "I-I'm fine, just shaken up. I-I was scared, I forgot about the button. Sorry," I lower my head, pinching my thigh.

"Do you want me to call, Dark?" He asks and I immediately shake my head no.

"No, I'm okay. I'll talk to him later. He's working, I don't want to bother him."

"You're not bothering him. He's told you multiple times, Anti, call him if you need him for anything. He loves you, you're not going to bother him. You clearly don't look okay and you practically got pulled over the counter. Your clothes are wet and smell like alcohol and you were grasping your stomach as if you were in pain. I'm not stupid. Come on, let's go sit you down," he says softly, helping me up.

"Ember, take over please," Mad called out into the back room.

She came out, vape in her hand. She set it in a drawer and locked it, nodding to Mad's order.

"Yes sir. By the way, where's Finch?" She questions, getting a wet cloth and cleaning up the spilled alcohol.

"I think he went to lunch with Vern, he'll be back soon, I think. I'll help you until they get back, just give me a minute."

She nods. He turns back to me, leading me into the private medical room.

"I'll call Dark, stay put. Do you need anything?" He asks. I shake my head.

He walks out of the room to go call Dark,
and I sit there, holding back the tears.

"You will fucking pay for what you did to him! You'll pay!"

Those words swim around my head. The only thing I can think of from what he was talking about, was Die.

•How was this?•