Thank you Luna and Oxblood for looking through things, and provided feedback : ). Also thank you Kar-mamin for feedback too : D
I totally got sick this past weekend so couldn't get the chap done earlier. I'm feeling a bit better, so yay (Idk why I keep getting sick : I, but hopefully that's enough of that soon)
Just wanted to let peeps know, that, please, trust me on this story : ). Some things may not seem how they seem and slowly things will be revealing themselves. In a way, it's a slow burn for sure. Also, all characters are complicated and are also learning in their own way.
Also, want to bring up that I've talked to my psychologist in the last meeting, about this story and she helped me very much. Well, she's been mostly agreeing that I'm handling his situation very realistically and we discuss on my ideas a lot to make things, well, again, realistically. She has give me insight on how someone could help Adam as well, which is some input I needed. Though, want to remind peeps too this is still a fiction story, though I do like to bring up real issues into stories cause, well, I like empathizing with them. Anyways, I'll thank my therapist on this chapter and from now on : ). Gonna pick up some books too soon cause it's been a while I've dove deeply into such topics as well, maybe I'll steal some of my brother's books - he's currently finishing up grad school on that field - we just love psychology, probably due to certain reasons... LOL
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The Past
Adam landed in front of the building to meet with Sera and the others for their monthly meetings but was then stopped by Moro at the front door.
"I'm sorry, Adam, but we're not going to need you to attend today's meeting," the elder angel said calmly.
Adam blinked in confusion. "Um… why not?" he asked, especially since they all seemed to have been strict with him about joining them a few years after coming back from his Earth visit.
Moro observed him silently for a moment. "I think it's just best for us all that you don't, especially considering, recent events." He simply responded before he walked into the building, leaving an utterly silent Adam standing outside.
Later that day, Adam was back in his room, holding his guitar on his bed, his fingers barely pressing on the chords while he gazed out the window, with a tired gaze.
He wondered if the concert he had played really ticked off Moro and the others. Though, he should probably be happy that he wasn't at the meeting that usually took half of the day; after all, he had always hated them…
He considered seeking out Lute and the other exorcists, but… the warriors were probably too busy enjoying their day off. There was no reason for them to be around their captain.
So, instead, he simply lay down on his bed, letting the golden guitar vanish from his hands and closed his eyes, hoping the numbness he was feeling would just go away.
Present - Moments Prior
He was tired… oh so tired… and it didn't matter how long he slept; the exhaustion clung to him like an incurable virus.
Adam wasn't sure how long he lay in bed. He had absolutely no sense of time, and honestly, he didn't care. Well, more like he didn't have the energy to care. Moving was too much of a burden, and everything just seemed so pointless.
Well, everything was actually pointless… because he had lost everything that he cared for. He lost his home, his fans, his squad, Lute, Lilith, and those who he knew for most of his life… When he tried to remember heaven, his chest would feel like it was about to burst painfully. And when he dared to think about Sera and the other high-ranking angels, he would end up regretting it since his mind would crawl back to their harsh words; the raw, suffocating feeling of devastation would claw at his chest again, threatening to drown him further into the darkness that seemed to suffocate him, whispering to him of never letting him go.
Truth be told, he was no stranger to feeling so… well, if you asked him, he wasn't sure what to call it, except exhaustion. Because there was no way he was, how the humans on Earth would call it, depressed. He was Adam. He was supposed to be great. And no one in heaven was supposed to feel like that.
Then again… he wasn't in heaven anymore… He supposed now things were different. Especially at the fact that the 'exhaustion' weighing him down felt worse than before.
How did he feel worse than the prior times he felt so shitty in heaven, you ask?
Well, for one, he couldn't recall the last time he ate, and the thought of food made him nauseous. Lilith's daughter would bring home-cooked meals to his room, but the mere sight or smell of them filled him with dread, as if he had already consumed too much or would drive him on the verge of panic.
He wished she would stop bringing him food, especially the ribs she claimed to have cooked for him, but he couldn't muster the words to do so - he was feeling very guilty now as well at how he had taunted her the first time they met by offering her ribs and then eating them in front of her, which was strange, because he never really felt bad for jokes he had pulled on others.
To make matters worse, he was terrified… scared when he was alone in the room if he found himself awake, believing for a moment Charlie had never taken him out of his 'prison' or she decided she changed her mind and locked him up alone forever. But the fear would vanish when he felt her comforting hand in his, making him feel safe and easing the pain in his soul.
Sometimes, he longed for an embrace from her, just like the one she gave him weeks ago, but he feared she would shove him away if he dared to ask for one.
At least, though… he hadn't shed a single tear after the doctor had first tended to him. Of course, he still felt utterly pathetic and ashamed to have done so in front of Lilith's daughter and… the asshole, Lucifer. But at least he had some control over himself for now, even if it's a little.
There were moments he had to force himself to move, and oh, it was a struggle; his body felt like countless bricks weighed it down. He moved when the nurse – one who worked for the doctor – would come to change his bandages.
He would also sit up when Charlie asked him to drink some water, especially when she asked him so kindly. He would take the medication as well that she provided to him for the pain from his screwed-up arm and chest. Though… strangely, the pain in his chest continued to ache.
Whenever she asked him to take a shower, he would drag himself off his bed. Even though he didn't want to bother cleaning himself, he didn't want to disgust her. He didn't want to give her a reason to stop holding his hand, to think of him like the pig she had called him before. And, of course, he would do his business as well in the bathroom. But he didn't bother doing anything else.
He hadn't spoken even a word in the past days; he just didn't know what to say, nor did he want to. All he wanted to do was continue holding her hand and sleep…
Because he was just so tired of doing anything else…
Present-ish
Vaggie approached the door with determination, only to hesitate as her hand hovered over the doorknob.
She inwardly cursed herself for having second thoughts about what she was about to do. The thought of going behind Charlie's back, collaborating with others to get Adam to leave the hotel, filled her with anxiety. And yes, if Charlie were to discover their plan, it would devastate her, especially since her girlfriend was the mastermind behind it all.
Now, Vaggie had done her utmost support Charlie's mission of helping Adam, even though she remained opposed to it. Well, she kind of did…
She didn't hold Charlie back in doing what she wanted to do with Adam, but in recent weeks, she had seen the toll it was taking on her. Charlie barely slept, devoting all her time to Adam, and putting the dream of building a sanctuary for sinners who wanted to redeem themselves on hold. Charlie and Lucifer's relationship was taking a hit; Lucifer had moved into the hotel to be closer to Charlie, but now that Charlie was with Adam, well, Lucifer looked withdrawn due to the fact he barely got to see his daughter.
Charlie's life was finally looking brighter when they defeated Adam and his exorcists, but now everything was falling apart, all because heaven cast Adam out.
Vaggie had a feeling Adam was probably moping around in that room, since he had lost those who basically 'worshipped' him up in heaven and was now seeking attention from Charlie. She remembered how, in heaven, Adam often shirked his duties, leaving Lute to take charge of their missions and other responsibilities. Sometimes she used to seek him out later in the day, only to find him asleep in his room through the window. And there were times he failed to show up for long periods of time as well because he was preparing for a concert.
Closing her eyes, Vaggie suppressed her hesitations. She reminded herself of her duty - to protect Charlie at all costs. After all, she was created and trained to be a guard and she had decided she would defend Charlie from anything and anyone no matter what.
Also, a selfish, self-centered man like Adam had no right to ruin Charlie's life, especially after attempting to take hers.
She opened her eyes now with conviction and opened the door before stepping inside. She summoned her spear into her hand as she made a beeline for the bed, where Adam lay beneath the covers, just like she had seen him do many years ago. Of course, she was ready to fight him if she had to, even though she was no match for him, but she had a feeling Adam would not ruin Charlie's pity for him by attacking her. Well… maybe he wouldn't…
She then tore off the covers.
Adam, who had been lying on his side, flinched. His eyes struggled to adjust to the small light in the room. For a moment, there was a heavy silence as Adam's exhausted gaze met Vaggie's.
Vaggie just stared at him in shock, barely recognizing him. His hair was oily and unkempt, hanging in wild tangles around his face. The eyeliner was completely gone from his eyes. The dark circles looked almost like bruises on his pale skin while his golden eyes no longer held their usual spark. He wore a sling and bandages to cradle his left arm. He had a white robe that hung loosely on his thinner frame, proving to her he was indeed starving himself, like Charlie had said - she had always seen him with a huge gut, so seeing that almost gone was strange to her.
She immediately regretted coming into the room when she saw how lost and almost broken he looked while gazing at her, causing her second thoughts to return to her mind. But then she watched him slowly sit up on the bed, his eyes falling to the spear she was holding before the light returned with a sharpness to them while, at the same time, he seemed to grow paler as he shifted slightly back from her.
"What… are you doing… here…?" Adam spoke, attempting to sound cold, but it was barely above a whisper, hoarse and unused from days of disuse.
His voice stirred something painful in her chest.
Was she truly feeling sympathy for him right now…?
Then, Adam's gaze shifted to one of hostility when he glanced up at her when she remained silent. "Get… the hell… out…" Adam, this time, brought forth a commanding tone, even though it still lacked the strength to it.
However, the mere fact that Adam dared to command her caused any remaining sympathy she had to vanish completely. The memory of how he had smiled with cruel amusement as he had casually picked up her halo with a finger, twirling it around before sauntering off with Lute after her 'sister' had sliced off her eye and wings, leaving her behind, bleeding.
What stung the most was the betrayal from someone that was her superior, who had taken a vow to lead her. He had cast her aside as if she were a discarded weapon and didn't even feel bad about it after he had seen her again in heaven. It all made her boil in rage.
She glared at him now. "You're forgetting you are no longer my captain," she said coldly. "So, you have no right to tell me what to do."
With swiftness, she jumped on the bed and jabbed the spear dangerously close to his face, causing him to wince back in discomfort and caused him to look afraid.
"Now, get up," she ordered, her eye glowing bright with might. "Or I'll definitely give you a reason to be stuck in bed."
Adam wasn't sure how he ended up walking down the hallway, trailed by the traitor with her spear aimed at his back. He couldn't recall leaving his bed or the room.
He hadn't expected her sudden appearance and threat. Frankly, he hadn't expected to see her anytime soon, and when he did, he couldn't deny it, but he had internally panicked, though he suppressed it enough to save face. He had tried to get her to leave him alone, but his efforts seemed to have failed, as he found himself no longer in bed but being led elsewhere.
As they walked down the stairs, the exhaustion he felt grew worse along with his irritation towards the person he now regretted not naming after something stupid instead of the great name he gave her.
She guided him forcefully down another hallway, nudging him towards a door. Reluctantly, he complied, only to regret it immediately upon entering. The sight that greeted him in what appeared to be a dining room with Charlie's friends made him wish he had resisted Vaggie back in his room, especially as he was only wearing a white robe.
He instantly avoided eye contact with everyone, hating Vaggie more for putting him in such a humiliating spot. Shame burned on his face as well, as he could only imagine how pathetic he must look - truth be told, he had avoided looking at the mirror in the bathroom, unable to take in what he might see.
Vaggie tugged at his robe, ushering him to the end of the table. He just plopped into the chair, totally exhausted from going down the stairs and feeling overwhelmed by his emotions.
Glancing at the spread of food on the table, Adam felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Quickly, he averted his gaze from it all.
Meanwhile, everyone fixed their eyes on Adam, each with a different reaction.
Alastor and Nifty regarded him with amusement, especially Alastor, whose eyes gleamed with sheer glee at the sight of Adam's weakened state. The thirst for vengeance seemed to intensify with every passing moment.
Cherri Bomb's gaze bore into him with disdain. All she could think about by looking at him was how he had taken the life of her 'nemesis'. It didn't matter to her if Adam looked pitiful, because at least he was alive, unlike Sir Pentious.
Angel had expected to enjoy Adam's disheveled state. Maybe he would have in the past. But at this moment, he felt his stomach drop when Adam walked in. Adam's sickly, pale face and overall messed up appearance made it clear to Angel that he wasn't putting on an act to gain sympathy, especially with his left arm in a cast, held against his chest by a sling. The fallen angel's wings were dulled and unkempt, the tips uneven, and some feathers sticking out of place, showing they hadn't been preened in quite some time.
Yes, Angel could tell when someone was depressed from a mile away, and it was so clear to him that's what Adam was probably going through for the past three weeks, which explained why he had eaten nothing in those days as well. He glanced at Husk, who seemed to have already reached the same conclusion as he regarded Adam with a deep, thoughtful look. Then he shifted his gaze to Charlie, who wore an expression filled with extreme worry towards Adam.
Vaggie's satisfied expression as she took her seat across from Charlie almost made Angel want to throw his hands on his face because, yeah, no, the situation felt so wrong…
And yes, the fucker killed one of his only friends, but damn it, why did he have to look so pathetic?
And why the hell did he feel guilty for agreeing to their plan to get rid of Adam?
While Angel was having an inner conflict, Charlie turned her attention to Vaggie with a mix of confusion and hurt.
"I thought a family-style dinner would help Adam interact with the rest of us," Vaggie explained, avoiding Charlie's gaze as she served food onto Adam's plate. "It was high time he was out of his cave."
The room fell into an almost awkward silence for a moment.
"Alright, I guess we can start by thanking those who helped make this dinner happen?" Vaggie suggested, her smile forced.
Charlie glanced at Adam, who continued to sit there looking tired, his wings awkwardly folded against his sides. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, mindful of the injured arm. Angel tensed, half-expecting Adam to lash out, but to his surprise, the fallen angel allowed her touch, and for a moment, Angel thought he saw Adam's shoulders relax a tiny bit.
"You don't have to eat anything if you don't want to," Charlie murmured softly to Adam, causing Vaggie to frown. She then turned to her girlfriend. "Vaggie, can we… talk in private?"
Vaggie sat in silence for a moment before rising from her seat and followed Charlie out of the room. Of course, not without Charlie giving everyone else a pleading look, as if asking them to be nice to Adam.
Charlie led them both to an unoccupied room on the first floor, so no one could hear their conversation. Once inside, she turned to face her girlfriend, who still avoided her gaze.
"Vaggie," Charlie began quietly. "Why did you take Adam out of his room…?"
Vaggie hesitated. She expected the question. Cherri had prepared her for it, advising her not to lie but to withhold most of the truth. And honestly, she had done the same to Charlie in the past by not telling her about her being an angel and how she had killed many of hell's people. Yet, she felt sick at the thought of doing it again.
She cleared her throat. "Well, he's been cooped up in his room for weeks, and it's not healthy for him to continue doing that," she began slowly. "I just thought him joining us for dinner would, well…" she trailed off, avoiding Charlie's gaze, finding it harder to maintain the act.
"Would help him?" Charlie asked gently, finishing Vaggie's sentence. Vaggie didn't respond, but Charlie went on after a quiet moment. "I have to admit, I've been thinking about that too," she continued, bringing Vaggie to look up at her with confusion. "Getting Adam out of his room, I mean. But I just wasn't sure if he was ready, and I didn't know how to do it. I was also afraid of hurting you guys by asking you to interact with him this soon."
Vaggie felt terrible as she listened to Charlie's words because Charlie didn't seem to suspect a thing.
Damn it… they were all taking advantage of Charlie's kind heart…
"I guess sometimes the right thing to do is usually the toughest and the scariest," Charlie remarked. "And even though Adam looked uncomfortable, at least it was a different reaction than the ones he's had in the past weeks, so, yeah… maybe this is good for him."
Vaggie couldn't say another word but provided a slow nod.
Charlie's smile grew warm before she threw her arms around Vaggie tightly, bringing her into a warm embrace. "Thank you, Vaggie," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "For doing what I couldn't do, and I know it must have been difficult for you. You have no idea how much this means to me. I'm so proud of you."
Vaggie's chest twisted painfully, guilt clawing at her to the point where she felt she couldn't take it anymore and was on the edge of revealing the truth. But before she could utter a word, Charlie pulled away from her with an excited smile.
"You know what? Let's think about some icebreakers for dinner!" Charlie exclaimed, cutting Vaggie off mid-thought.
Vaggie blinked and let out a nervous smile just as Charlie thought of some topics out loud they could bring up with the group, followed by possibly doing an activity with Adam every day from now on.
"Wow, you look like shit." Cherri was the first one to break the ice the moment Charlie and Vaggie left the room, her voice tinged with dark amusement, making Angel internally cringe uncomfortably.
"Here we go…" Husk sighed as he poured himself a full glass of wine and began sipping it quietly. Angel was close to asking Husk to pour him one too, especially when Adam's brows furrowed with irritation and slowly glared at them tiredly through the oily strands of hair on his face.
The fallen angel didn't have the energy to deal with any of them, but, of course, he wasn't going to let someone speak to him like that. "And you look like a whore," he responded with a hoarse voice.
"My, my, such hostility," Alastor hummed with amusement. "Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
Adam did not respond and simply kept his glare fixated on them.
"Oi, chill out, dickhead. I was just making conversation," Cherri said, attempting to sound casual as she leaned over the table with a wicked grin. "After all, Charlie wants us all to be friends, doesn't she?"
Adam's face scrunched up, repelled from her words. "Why would I want to be friends with something as fucking disgusting as you?" he inquired, drawing out a snort from Cherri. "I fucking hate you all. Now leave me the fuck alone."
Alastor chuckled to himself. "Ah, you certainly are cranky today, aren't you?" he asked Adam. "Though, I do wonder… What would our precious Charlie think if she saw her precious pet acting so rudely? I'd be careful if I were you…" he said as his eyes lit up with sadism. "…you wouldn't want to disappoint her, would you?"
Adam had the itch to throw his plate right at Alastor's face, hoping it would slice it in half, especially at the fact he was called a pet.
He was no one's fucking pet.
"So, how does it feel to be kicked out of heaven?" Cherri asked, shaking Adam out of his violent urge. "Must fucking suck, huh?"
Adam turned away with irritation, ignoring the pang of pain in his chest at her words.
"I heard ya used to be a big shot up there, strollin' around like ya owned the place. Now look at ya, just another loser, like the rest of us. But worse, 'cause everyone hates your guts. You do know that, right? I mean… Every. Single. Person. In. Hell. Fucking. Hates you."
Adam didn't respond and did his best not to think about the life he had lost in heaven, avoiding imagining the way Sera and the rest of the high-ranking angels had looked down at him with disappointment.
"And the only fucking reason Charlie is letting you stay here is 'cause she fucking feels bad for ya."
"He's like a lost puppy someone found in the streets," Nifty pointed out with glee.
"Bitch, not even," Cherri scoffed with amusement. "A puppy is fucking cute. This dickhead is more like a mangy rat you find digging through the trash. No offense to trash."
"You think you're all so fucking funny, don't ya?" Adam grumbled. "Well, let me tell you, you're fucking not. Now shut the fuck up or-"
"Or else what, dickhead?" Cherri challenged him, cutting him off. "What the fuck are you gonna do, throw fucking feathers at us?"
Adam clenched his teeth, his shoulders shaking with built-up rage.
"Cherri, maybe we should lay -" Angel tried to say, but Alastor interrupted him.
"Did we hurt your feelings?" Alastor mocked Adam. "Maybe we should fetch our dear Charlie so she can coddle you again like the pampered little child you are."
This time, Adam darkly glared at him with detest. "I'm warning you, asshole… shut the fuck up…" he slowly said through gritted teeth.
"The way she treats you is quite the spectacle," Alastor mused, casting a knowing glance in Adam's direction, as if showing that he had been lurking in the shadows, observing Charlie and him in the room. The thought Alastor being in the room turned Adam paler. "It's almost pitiful… I bet the rest of heaven would be laughing right now if they found out how their golden boy has been reduced to a sniveling child hiding in his room. But then again, it's hardly surprising, isn't it? After all, that's all you truly are - a trembling, pathetic little child." Alastor's smile grew sharper as he tilted his head to the side before he added, "And you should be afraid… because, my dear boy, you're never going to be safe ever again, especially outside of this hotel."
"I said, shut the FUCK up!" Adam's voice roared through the room when he shot up to his feet before he slammed his right hand down the table, causing it to groan and creak, sending dishes and glasses teetering on the edge. The table buckled under Adam's rage, causing it to splinter and crack. Shards of wood flew through the air, the dishes and food hit the ground, spilling and scattering across the floor.
Angel and Husk did their best to pull away from the mess while the rest just observed Adam like it was no big deal.
"Who the fuck do you think you fucking are?" Adam snapped. "How dare you fucking talk to me that way?! Yeah, so what if I'm in hell? I'm still fucking Adam, and you all are nothing but fucking maggots! Know your fucking place!"
He paused, his chest heaving with rage before he continued. "Do you have any fuckin' idea how many of you I've wiped out? I couldn't even fucking keep count, and honestly, I didn't even fucking care enough 'cause you guys are all that insignificant. Hell, I even fucking enjoyed killing you disgusting losers! And I might be stuck here, but I'm still a goddamn angel, unlike you pathetic weak-ass souls. So don't make me laugh by trying to scare me. 'Cause last time I checked, none of you are a match for me! And sure, my arm's fucking busted, but I could easily incinerate you all without breaking a sweat even now."
His eyes glowed more threateningly at Alastor. "And you, Fucking furball," he spat. "I wouldn't be fuckin' smiling if I were you, not after you fucking ran away like a fuckin' coward when I fucking beat you. I fuckin' dare you all to disrespect me again. Come on, fucking do it! Give me a fuckin' reason to crack your skulls open!"
The room fell silent. Husk narrowed his eyes at Adam, while Nifty and Alastor seemed to grow more amused at his outburst. Angel was now glaring at Adam for admitting to killing so many people in hell and being apathetic about it.
Meanwhile, Cherri crossed her arms over her chest ever so casually. "Ya know, I'm starting to think those goody-two-shoes up in Heaven probably didn't like you at all," Cherri eventually said in a bored tone, completely disregarding Adam's threat. "That's why they kicked yer sorry ass out the second you fell. You were nothin' but a nuisance to them, and what's even funnier is you're so full of yourself you never even noticed how much everyone fucking hated you. Bet they saw your fall as the golden opportunity to fucking dump ya for good."
Adam stood there, staring at her in shock at the mere fact she still had the gall to disrespect him. Her words dug very deep, but he was more astonished that she didn't keep her tongue back.
Was she that stupid?
He didn't know what to say or do and didn't have enough time to think of something when the door behind him opened, making him turn around with confusion to see Charlie running into the room with confusion; she had heard the commotion from the other room.
Charlie stood there, frozen, as she took in the mess before her.
Adam wasn't sure why, but he felt extremely guilty and ashamed, immediately pulling his wings close to his sides. He wanted to storm out of the room as he didn't think he could bear Charlie's disappointment towards him, but then Charlie went over to him with concern.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Her question caught him off guard. He expected her to lecture him, but instead she was worried about him?
Alastor's mocking words crawled to his mind, reminding him how everyone else viewed him, how supposedly Charlie was coddling him like a child.
Even though a huge part of him was just too exhausted to care and indeed want Charlie to hold him, there was still a part of him that was afraid to appear so weak, especially in front of others who wanted to pull him apart.
So, he found the little strength he had and straightened up, schooled his features, but averted his gaze from Charlie before he responded. "Yeah…" he let out in a grumble.
Charlie gazed at him quietly. "Do you want to go back to your room?" she asked him.
Adam gave her a curt nod before he made his way out of the room after Vaggie stepped out of the way. The two fallen angels didn't bother to glance at one another. Charlie followed after him silently.
The room was silent for a while before Cherri chuckled. "Well, that was easier than I expected," Cherri let out with amusement. "Phase one, done."
Meanwhile, Vaggie stared down at the broken table, and the beautiful dishes now spilled everywhere. She was starting to hate herself at this moment, especially when she recalled how excited Charlie was to have a dinner with everyone like a family. However, she reminded herself why she was doing it and definitely promised herself she would set up a lovely meal with everyone once Adam was out of the hotel and invite Lucifer over to make it up to her girlfriend.
She let out a tired sigh and stepped out of the room to grab things to start cleaning up the mess.
Later that night, Cherri walked along the streets of hell before turning down a dark alleyway. She glanced at her phone, noticing the countless missed calls from an unnamed number. She dialed it.
"Fucking finally!" Valentino's voice came through the phone. "We've been fucking waiting, you fucking bitch!"
"Oh, calm the fuck down," Cherri said, rolling her eye as she leaned against the wall. "He's still pretty fucked up, and he's probably gonna get worse 'cause he hasn't eaten for three weeks, and it doesn't seem like that's gonna change anytime soon. So, yeah, he'll still be easy prey for you once I get him out of that hotel."
"You were supposed to get him out over a week ago!"
"Look, shithead, I'm keeping my end of the deal," Cherri said with annoyance. "It's just gonna take me some time, alright? At least now I have a solid plan, thanks to someone who gave me everything I needed to know to get what we want."
"You better not be fucking lying to me."
"Oh, trust me, I will make sure you have your slimy hands on his soul," Cherri said. "A soul for a soul. That's our deal, after all. I'd be fucking stupid to mess this up. Now, stop fuckin' calling me… unless you want to screw this up for all of us," she said before she hung up and continued with her night, feeling rather satisfied with the events that took place at the hotel.
Author's Afternote
Thank you soooooo much for the comments/reviews/feedback/kudos/fanart : D . I totally appreciate you all! Please leave a kudo in archive of our own if you liking the story : ), anyone can~
Next chapter, some Adam's past scenes, will shake things up a bit
And some more Adam and Charlie's friends moments : O
But yah, let me know what ya peeps thought of this chapter's scenes, especially the dinner one and the last bit, what soul is Cherri referring too? o. /
Adam is, even now, trying hard to put an image on, but we shall see how long that lasts
Things are slowly going to get dark, both in past and present scenes, but there may be some 'fluff' in the next chap too, we shall see : ). Remember, the tag 'things get worse before gets better' is up for a reason
