hot chocolate
Husk sits at the dining table with you and snorts as your tongue peaks from the corner of your mouth.
"Why can't we just drink it straight?",he inquires with a quirked brow. He watches the way you spin the whipped cream atop the hot liquid and marshmallows and stick a strange chocolate waver into it. You continue to ignore his negativity and you shake cocoa powder onto the whipped cream.
Placing down the small salt shaker holding cocoa powder you speak with a smile,"Because it makes it taste better.",you push it towards him with a dramatic show,"Ta-da!"
Husk gave you a "really?" type look and you frowned slightly,"Ugh just drink the damn thing you sour puss." Husk can't help but chuckle at your shift in attitude. He takes it and looks at it momentarily before looking up to watch you begin to prep your own.
His eyes couldn't help but already begin to notice the differences between you and Charlie.
Not only in appearance but in attitude and behavior.
He grew more curious about you every second you two interacted. You had this mysterious and dark air to you. He was always drawn to darkness.
You looked up and your smile fell when you realized Husk was staring at you. Your brows threaded together in a bit of question.
Fuck was I staring? Husk thinks while dropping his gaze to the hot chocolate. He pulls the chocolate wafer out and bites into it, he hopes you don't ask about it. And he breathes out in relief when your smile returns.
"You're suppose to dip the wafer into the hot chocolate before eating it.",you weren't going to ask Husk about his staring. You figured it was nothing to ask about. Husk rolls his eyes but you notice the grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
"For fucks sake how many rules are there to follow 'ere?",he asks tiredly yet dips the wafer into the hot chocolate anyways. You shrug and cross your arms over your chest loosely.
"Its how we did it when we were little. Its a routine or else the hot chocolate won't taste as good.",you comment in a matter-of-fact tone. Husk looks at your and his curiosity unfortunately gets the better of him. He attempts to speak in a cool and casual tone, keeping his careless attitude.
"You n the heiress?",he inquires and you nod while a nostalgic smile falls onto your lips.
You dip your finger into the whipped cream and lick it,"Yep, we made this every rainy day. We'd drink it by the fireplace with my parents." Husk looks up from his finished wafer to notice the nostalgic smile on your lips, but the sadness in your eyes.
He pinches his brows together and runs a hand through his slicked back salt and pepper hair,"Just outta curiosity, you don't exactly...have the background to be a junkie. Why become a cokehead?"
Husk never chose his words carefully.
You swallowed hard and your jaw went slack momentarily,"Um..."
You weren't off put by his wording nor his bluntness. It was the question. A question no one has ever asked you. And one that brought up unpleasant memories.
Husk furrowed his brows when your fingers began to tap against your bicep rapidly. You wore a faint smile on your lips that held no emotion, you shook your head gently,"Yeah I-I know why would a rich socialite want to do drugs or have any reason to do them."
Husks eyes widen slightly and his usually grumpy yet monotone voice comes out gentle,"Hey I didn't mean to say anything fucked up..."
"Just take some of this...loosen up a bit."
Husk stands up and walks towards you with a look of wariness on his face. You've begun to rock a bit gently and your slippered foot taps against the hardwood floor. "I-I—",you stumble over your words and Husk hesitantly reaches out to touch your shoulder.
His hand clamps over your mouth and he pushes your head down to the table. You try to hold your breath but you soon inhale the addictive powder. His laugh is taunting in your ear.
"Now maybe you won't be such a fucking cunt."
"Don't touch me!"
Husk flinches back when you jump up out of your chair and hold up your hands. His eyes are wide and lips parted. Your eyes are wide and teary and entire body is shaking. Your bottom lip quivers and eye twitches. You shouted at him aggressively loud.
Angelo walks in,"Ay what the fuck you guys being—so loud for..." He walks in shouting and a bit angered. It soon plummets when he witnesses the scene before him,"Whats going on?" Husk turns back to Angelo and shakes his head with confusion and Angelo notices the first emotion ever present. Worry.
Angelo looks to your body and the petrified look in your eyes. The shaky breaths, body, wide eyes, and shrinked pupils. He recognizes every single trait in a heartbeat. He looks to Husk and slowly steps forward,"(Y/N) look at me...”
Angelos voice is bizarrely soft for once. Husk looks at him and notices his expression is just as soft. You feel as if though everything around you is suffocating you.
He tosses you down onto the bed as the drug enters your senses. Your eyes are wide and a smile spreads across your lips.
“There you go...I bet anyone would like you better like this.”
“St-Stay away please I—“,your voice shakes and wavers, when you hold up your hands your sleeves fall down around your elbows.
Husks and Angelos eyes widen at the jagged yet faint scars along your arms.
Angelo looks back up to your eyes and he clears his throat. Taking a shot in the dark he continues to step towards you,”They aren’t here...” He is relieved when you slowly blink back. “You’re safe here okay?...I-I’m here, Charlie will be here. Nothing will happen okay? They can’t get to you.”
Your hands slowly fell and you began to rock on your feet. Angelo ran forward just in time to catch you before you hit the ground, falling unconscious. His eyes are wide and he swallows hard.
Husk is shocked,”How...how the fuck?...”,he is rendered speechless. Angelo slowly shakes his head and bites down on his bottom lip. They both think just the same.
Who did this to you...?
Angelo looks up at Husk,”Not a fuckin’ word about any of this to anyone. Not—Not even Charlie.” Husk nods in agreement and noticing Angel struggle to stand he leans down and gently lifts you up. Carrying you bridal style he bites the inside of his cheek.
Husk looks to Angelo as he slowly stands,”I just asked a simple question.”,his tone is stoney. Angelo nods with a scoff and dusts off his pajama bottoms.
“Simple questions ain’t so simple with us fucked up ones. Now let’s get her to bed.”
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You awoke in bed, blinking back you don’t know where you are momentarily. Then you remember. And boy do you remember everything.
You shake your head rapidly and jump up in bed looking around your hotel room. Its dark outside and you find the room is cold once more. But sweats coats your skin.
Oh nonono! No...they saw that...they saw me a complete wreck!
Your bottom lip quivers and tears well in your eyes. You pull your knees up to your chest and begin to sob silently into your knees.
I can’t face them...not ever again...
A knock comes at the door and your head whips to it. You’re quick to wipe away the tears and sniffle, you clear your throat yet that proves useless when your voice comes out shaky,”I-I’m getting dressed!”
You hear a loud and heavy sigh,”No you aren’t. We’re coming in.” Before you can protest the door open and in walks Husk and Angelo. Husk looks irritated and Angelo is wearing a grinning expression on his pale features.
“That was quite a show you put on, toots.”,your brows furrow slightly and you look at them. You just now noticed the tray of prepared hot chocolates in Husks hand.
His eyes meet yours and you wipe your cheeks once more,”We ain’t gonna tell anyone or talk about it if you don’t wanna. Angel just thought it’d be good for you to have some company or whatever.”
Your bottom lip quivers and you feel a shaky smile fall onto your lips. You sniffle and wipes your nose yet again. You look to the hot chocolates with a smile.
“You made them the right way.”
The two men walk toward you and begin to talk mindlessly to take your mind away from the recent events. As you chatter with your fellow addict and a grumpy bartender none of you notice the shadow looming nearby and watching closely.