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Lost But Found.

A continuation of 'I Found You'. This is honestly one of my longest chapter! Enjoy~

Angel awoke with a gasp sending him sitting up right in his bed. His body drenched in cold sweat, trembling after another series of haunting nightmares. This had been the third time in a week now and the dreams didn't show any signs of ending whatsoever. He dragged a shaky hand back, combing through his thick white fur. A small habit he picked up whenever he felt his body acting up again, but this time it didn't seem to calm his nerves even the slightest. He hated feeling this vulnerable. It made him remember things he wished to forget. He looked up at his closed curtains and realized it was still dark outside. The red moon from outside his window peeked through his curtains, it looked a little darker tonight.

"Fucking hate this." He mutters, throwing the duvets off to pull his legs over the side of the bed. Angel rubs his face in agitation, he was tired but he knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep after that. His mouth felt dry, his throat felt a little soar, he must've been screaming in his sleep without realizing it. He got out of bed quietly not to disturb his sleeping pig snoring at the foot of his bed, he petted the small creature fondly then crossed his room towards the door. He quietly left his room and wandered aimlessly around the dimly lit hallways, not really knowing where to go. The tall ceilings, the dark colors, the creepy old photographs of Charlie's family legacy, the silly shadows dancing in his peripheral visions was oddly comforting to him. Sure, the pictures were a little disturbing but he didn't mind the very least.

He finds himself at the bottom of the staircase not realizing he had descended down the stairs and into the lobby. No one was around during this hour, or so he thought? Angel stood awkwardly in the center of the room, wrapping his arms around himself nervously. The air around him felt empty and lifeless, it was like standing in a barren room. He was the only demon awake as far as he knew. He felt a little out of place. He began walking at random, letting his feet take him to the unknown.

His thoughts began to wander once more, memories of his mother singing to him as she cooked his and his twin sister's, Molly, their favourite meal. Molly sat beside him with an equal smile as his as she swayed her body back and forth in a rhythym, her legs doing the same. "Life~ used to be a gay thing~" Their mother winks at them and they giggled, "a filled with happiness, night and day thing~ It was something to have and to hold~ But it seems that your love grew cold~" Their mother continues to hum, Molly then began to sing along the lines as well. "I feel our romance is dead~" Angel only watched and listen as Molly and their mother danced together in the kitchen. Molly being twirled a few times, giggling in the process, while their mother tries to bend down lower to level her height. Life used to be so good. It would've been great.

If their father hadn't come home drunk...

"You're always spoiling those damn brats! When will they learn to live their lives?!" Angel heard his father screamed one night. He was hiding between the railings at the top of the staircase, secretly peeking down at the scene below him. "Henroin, their just kids..." His mother reasoned but was earned a hard slap by the older man, "which makes it all the more reason why you SHOULDN'T have pampered them so much!" Angel was shaking when he heard more yells and more abusive slaps. At some point, when he heard glass shattering tears began to form in the corner of his eyes. He snapped his eyes shut, his hands finding his ears as he tried to block out the sounds from downstairs. He could also hear furnitures being pushed aside and more ear splitting screams from his mother. It was almost traumatizing. He froze when felt a hand patting his hair. He looked up to find his older brother staring down at him with sympathy, "come on. You should be in bed." His brother says lowly, Angel lets the older guide him to his room. The last thing he heard before the door was closed was the sound of a gunshot and one last blood curdling scream echoing around the dull walls.