Chapter 15

"Ugh," Vaggie groaned as she woke up. "I hate hangovers."

"I don't think anyone does, sweetie," Charlie said softly, handing her girlfriend a couple pills to relieve the pain somewhat, as well as some coffee. Vaggie accepted the pills and swallowed them with the coffee.

"Where's Trevor?" she asked.

"You don't remember?" Charlie asked.

"All I remember is being rescued from the owner of the bar by him. After that, it's really blurry."

Charlie's face became sullen. She handed Vaggie an envelope.

"What is this?" Vaggie asked.

"Trevor figured that you wouldn't remember what happened. He wanted me to give this to you."

Vaggie took the envelope and opened it. It had a letter in it.

Dear Vaggie,

You probably don't remember what happened last night. Alcohol has a habit of blurring the memory, so I wouldn't be surprised. I'll fill in the gaps.

I rescued you from the owner of the Tails Up bar. You were resistant, and fought me every step of the way, until you fell asleep. I carried you back to the Hotel, where you are now.

The reason I'm absent right now isn't because of you. It's because you knew what I really was. I won't go into detail on what you said, but you should know that you were 100% right.

I'm not going to stick around and put you and everyone else at risk. Victor and Alastor are more than adequate protection against any threats, so I'm trusting them to keep you safe.

I love you,

Trevor

Vaggie was in tears when she finished the letter. She felt so guilty, even though she had no idea what she said about him last night.

"What did I say?" she asked.

"Last night?" Charlie inquired. "I don't know. Trevor didn't tell me. When I asked, he just said 'nothing that wasn't a lie.'"

Vaggie hugged herself as she cried. She was so heartbroken over his affair with Nifty, she was actually stupid enough to get drunk and speak every ugly word in her head to his face.

"Why would he leave?" she wondered aloud.

"He feels guilty," a familiar radio-distorted voice said. Alastor transpired from a shadow on the wall, his normal smile replaced by an uncharacteristic frown.

"He's punishing himself," the Radio Demon continued. "He thinks he's a horrible person, and that he deserves more punishment than Hell itself is. I know because I'm the same way."

Vaggie sat there and thought for a moment, before standing up and trying to leave the room.

"Vaggie, where are you going?" Charlie asked.

"To find him," the demonness replied.

"You don't know where he is."

"I'll make do."

Several black tentacles materialized in front of her. Vaggie glared at the Radio Demon.

"Get these fucking tentacles out of my way," she growled.

"He doesn't want to be found, Vaggie," Alastor said, using her name for the first time. "He thinks he'll put you in danger if you're too close to him."

"Alastor..."

"Vaggie." Charlie stepped up to her girlfriend and put her hands on her shoulders. "Al's right. Trevor doesn't want to be found. He wants to deal with it his own way."

Vaggie couldn't hold herself up any more, and fell to the ground in a sobbing mess. Charlie knelt down to comfort her, while Alastor stood there like a guard dog.

"It's gonna be alright," Charlie assured.

"I'll never forgive myself," Vaggie cried.

The Radio Demon understood what was happening. He faded into shadows and disappeared, leaving to do whatever he thought necessary.


Trevor sat on the log, alone. He was stewing in his thoughts, thinking about what Vaggie had said last night.


"Let go of me, you fucker!"

"No."

"I said, let go!"

"Not until you calm down."

"You know, I actually thought that you were going to be different! That for once, a guy wasn't going to use me, then leave me for some other bitch! But I was wrong! You just had to fall for that little maid bitch! How many times did she make you cum?! Twice?! Three times?! How many times did you cum in her?! Answer me!"

"You don't need to know."

"Yes, I do! Tell me!"

"No."

"Oh, I bet she made you cum so hard, she was torn apart with all that semen in her! I'll bet you couldn't walk for twenty minutes afterwards!"

"Vaggie?"

"What?!"

"Go to sleep."

"Why?!"

"You need to calm down."

"Oh, yeah! You're just saying that because I'm annoying you! Well guess what?! I'm going to keep yelling until your ears bleed!"

"Christ on a stick."


Trevor crushed the stick he held in his hand to dust. It was painful, because it was true.

"I did the unspeakable," he muttered.

"We all have," a voice said in the trees.

Alastor sat next to him, his face straight, devoid of a smile.

"What are you doing here?" Trevor asked.

"To keep you company."

Trevor and Alastor sat there for a while in silence. The wind rustled through the red trees. The animals scampered in the leaves behind them.

"How is she handling my absence?" Trevor asked.

"Not very well," the Radio Demon replied. "She feels just as guilty as you do."

"She's right, though. I don't deserve her attention."

"That's what I thought about my own crush. In fact, I still do."

"Really? You?"

"Laugh it up. It's true."

More silence.

"Who is she?"

"Take a wild guess."

Trevor thought about it. Victor? No, they're not that close. Nifty? Same answer. Husk? Just 'friends.' Angel? He's too annoying.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. He smirked as he looked at the Radio Demon.

"You opportunistic son of a bitch," he said.

"It started before you came along," Alastor assured. "I just couldn't help but feel... drawn to her."

Trevor chuckled lightly. He and Alastor weren't that different after all.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone, which played the chorus of Halsey's 'Gasoline.' He picked it up and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Trevor," Victor replied, seemingly out of breath. "You have to get back here."

"Why?"

"It's Valentino. He took her."