|The Tattoo Artist| A Choni Story

Chapter 3

Cheryl POV:

I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. It was already 12:15 am, about seven hours since I had gotten home, done my homework, eaten dinner, watched a movie, got ready for bed, and yet my mind kept lingering back to the brunette by the name of Antoinette.

I thought back to her words, how she seemed to care about me, but I was probably just imagining it. My mom didn't care about me, my dad and brother were dead, my friends probably secretly hated me... I sighed and got up to go to the bathroom.

(A/N: self harm thought)

I opened my sink drawer, revealing a small black knife. I picked it up, debating in my head, when the brunette's face clouded my mind.

"Endure, for me."

I put the knife back in the drawer, then got some bandaids from my cabinet and put them on my inner thighs. It hurt to walk a little as the skin rubbed against my other leg, but I made it back to my bed, pulled the cover over me, and fell asleep.

Toni POV:

After five more customers my shift finally ended, and I went out the employee back door into the parking lot. I started the engine of my motorbike, strapped my helmet on and slung my right leg over the bike.

Fifteen minutes later I pulled up into the Serpent Trailer Park. It wasn't officially called that, but since all the tenants were Serpents (we scared the random civilians out), we named it to ourselves.

It was completely dark out, save for the trailer porch lights scattered around. I parked my motorbike next to my newly leased trailer and put the black nylon cover on. Walking up the front stairs, I fished my keys out of my back jean pocket and unlocked the door.

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Fangs 🐍🤪

Hey tiny did you get home yet? R u safe?

Yep I just got into my trailer
And I told you to stop calling me that 🤨

And I told you I didn't care and would continue 😝

Ur so immature

But you still love me 😌

Ugh, gn Fangs 🥱

Gn Toni
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I put my phone on the coffee table, ate some leftovers from my fridge, then got ready for bed. I brushed my teeth, and changed into black nike cotton shorts with a faded red V neck that reminded me of Cheryl.

Cheryl.

I hoped she had gotten home safely and was doing alright. Climbing into bed, I looked over at the clock on my night side table that read 12:15am.

Surely she was calmly asleep now, right?? My mind filled with the thoughts of all the dangers she could be putting herself in, possibly ten times as bad as what I had seen.

Yes, I had told her to to try her hardest not to harm herself, but why would she listen to a random tattoo artist. Secretly I wished I was more than just in the beautiful redhead's life, but I didn't even go to school anymore, and if I did, we still went to different schools, on different sides of town.

She, no doubt, lived in a fancy mansion on the Northside along with the other Northside snobs. Not that Cheryl was a snob.

She happened to be one of the only decent Northsiders I had met.

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A/N: Sorry this is kinda short I didn't know what else to write for this night