Is This Really Hell? (Radiodust)

Chapter 2

Charlie

It had been three days since Alastor had showed his face in the hotel. His door was always locked, and the oddly cheerful mood was gone. The days had been longer and boring. Even Angel Dust's demeanor lowered.

Charlie sat down at a table, twirling a spoon and wondering how they would be able to purchase food for the tenants this month. It's not like she could just ask her father to let her have some of the royalties she was promised as heir to the throne. She sighed when she realized she couldn't ask her mother.

She looked to Vaggie, who was laying down on the couch reading a book, "Hey Vaggie?"

Vaggie put her book down on her chest and looked at Charlie, "What is it?"

"Can you help me with something?"

She puts the book aside and gets up, "Sure," she walks to Charlie.

Charlie smiles and looks at the booklet she has in her hand, "So... I need help figuring out what we need for the hotel." Despite Charlie's smile, it was obvious in her voice she was worried and hardly holding herself together.

Vaggie got behind her and massaged her shoulders, "Relax," Vaggie told her.

Charlie let her body relax a little with a big sigh, "What are we gonna do?"

"We'll figure something out."

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The hours were ticking by without any solution, Charlie only got more worried. She began to think that she would have to have Angel make money for the hotel. Completely defeating the purpose of the Happy Hotel.

She had let out a heavy sigh, the booklet in her hands becoming heavy. They had only accumulated enough to pay for electricity and, if rationed, enough food for the month.

After she got into her room, she tossed the booklet aside and laid on her bed not even bothering to get undressed at the moment. Tears threatened to fall out her eyes as she had her body on the bed. It seemed things couldn't get worse for her.