No One Cares || Danti ✔️

18.

•Picture above is a new character, I drew him in my math class lol. Thank you so much for 2k!•

Who was that man to Die? A friend? A lover? Some random person? Maybe he was too drunk and didn't know what he was saying.

Mad enters the room, Dark following him. I don't look up from the ground. I was still digging my nails into my thigh, sure that blood was bound to start dripping. Mad leaves the room, giving us privacy

"Anti," Dark says softly, standing right in front of me. He kneels down to look up at me since I wouldn't look up at him. "Are you okay?" He asks, a worried sparkle in his eyes.

I shrug, a smile clearly not present on my face. Just a stone cold poker face.

"Come on, let's go home and talk," he drapes his jacket around my shoulders, and I gladly take it. I hate being in these shorts now. I hated showing so much skin.

What I hate most is that I'm bothering Dark so much. First, with the Die issues, and now, some stupid work problems.

My stomach hurts when I stand. I wince slightly, wobbling on my feet. Fuck.

"What's the matter?" Dark asks, observing my movements.

"He tried pulling me over the counter and the edges dug into my stomach. It's not bad," I finally speak, but only a whisper.

He carefully untucks my shirt and unbuttons it, looking at my stomach. I looked down as well, seeing a swollen, dark purple bruise. It looks way worse than it did before.

"We'll put ice on it when we get home," he says with a frown, buttoning it back up and leaving it untucked.

I put my arms in the jacket as we slowly walk out of the building. I climb into his car, feeling guilt rush through me.

"It's okay, Anti. You're more important than a job," he says as if he was reading my mind.

I nod, staring out the window and looking at the lit up sign that said 'Crystal Wings'. That was what the strip club was called.

"Are you okay? Did he physically hurt you? Did he say anything to you?"

"I guess I'm okay. He told me that I would pay for what I did to 'him', referring to someone unknown. I have a feeling that person would be Die. The only physical thing was pulling me over the counter, but he didn't punch me or anything," I say bluntly, keeping my eyes on the buildings we pass.

"That's... odd," Dark glances at me, setting his hand on my thigh and letting his warmth envelope that single spot on my thigh where I was pinching.

"He looked familiar too, I just can't remember from where..." I say, trying hard to remember where I had seen him from, but it just gave me a headache.

"What did he look like?"

"He had dark grey, tall, messy hair. He was wearing a bandana type thing. His eyes were dark purple and tired. His skin was ashen. That's all I remember."

"Wait, holy shit. That was Die's fiancé! Remember? We met him at that stupid Christmas party. His name was... I think it was Quinton?"

"Quinton? Wait... oh no. You're right," I say, feeling more nauseous by the second.

If Die had a fiancé, why did he do all those terrible things to me? He cheated on Quinton even though you could tell he loved him... unless Die was...

Corrupted.

•How was this?•