Liability [Husk x reader]

---Ch4---

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Charlie's pov

I walked to (Y/n)s room to give her her waitressing outfit. It was a white button-up, a black pencil skirt with black leggings black flats. I knock on her door and find a tired looking hyena with messy hair. I kinda laugh at the "look", and she starts laughing too. 

'Hey Charlie, what's with the clothes?"

"There your uniform!" I say as I walk in.

"Oh, thanks!"

"No problem, (Y/n)"

"Oh, and id like to thank you for the PJs you leave in the rooms...and those journals. Those helped me way more than I expected."

I got so happy there. She thought my idea was good, AND it helped her! I feel my eyes might up.

"I'm so glad you think that! If you ever need another journal, you can come to me."

"Thank you Charlie. You're too nice to be here."

"Aww, thanks, (Y/n)! I better get going, I'm gonna open the doors soon!" 

And with that, I left (Y/n) in her room feeling a little bit happier.

(Y/n)'s pov

He was standing there with her in his arms. He didn't care that I could see them. He started to kiss her neck. I started to scream at him to stop. I was the one he does that too, not some slut off the street. I was the only one who was supposed to feel that. Not some whore. some skank. She doesn't deserve him. I sacrificed so much for him. Some slut isn't gonna take that away from me...

I was the only one I was the only one was the only one I was the only one I was the only one

I was the only one I was the only one I was the only one I was the only one I was the only one

I was the only one I was the only one I was the only one I was the only one I was the only one

I was the only one I was the only one I was the only one I was the only one I was the only one

                                                     I was the only one

I wake up to me sweating and hearing a knock on my door. I try to shake off that horrible dream and go to the door.

(the whole conversation with Charlie)

I put on that waitressing outfit.  It was somewhat comfortable. I pull my hair back into a high ponytail and slipped on those flats. I start singing a melody that my mother would sing for me as a child when I would have nightmares. Not to toot my own horn, but I was pretty good at singing. My mother got me lessons when I was around 7 and I did them till I was 13.