𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 | HuskerDust

Six

"What's it ta ya? I'll be dead before dawn anyhow," he grumbled as he hugged his knees, wincing when he did so. He pouted a little when the nice man sat next to him and the other sat in the recliner. 

"Not by a long shot, my dear. Now, little spider, are you going to give me a name or not?" The red-clad male asked in an intimidating tone. He glared at the other before turning it into a smirk as a name came to mind. 

"Angel. Ya can call me Angel, ya strawberry pimp looking bitch," he chuckled, only to get a warning elbow to the rib. He winced in pain and glared at the male next to him. 

"Very well, dear Angel. You may call me Alastor and that hairball over there is Husk," the strawberry-looking man stated before standing up and heading back towards the kitchen. "Dinner will be ready shortly. Husk, please escort our prisoner to the bathroom to freshen up. Help him if you must. I don't want a filthy arachnid at my table."

"Who are ya ta call me a filthy arachnid?! I ain't nothin' like those pathetic insects!" Angel hissed out with a glare. He gasped in pain as Husker pulled him into a standing position before scooping him up. It was easier to carry the boy instead of helping him walk. 

"An' who ya callin' a hairball? I ain't no pussycat," Husk shot back towards his boss. He carried Angel to the bathroom to clean him up. Angel, unfortunately, wasn't grateful for it and attempted to shove him out of the bathroom but wasn't able to do so because his body felt weak and in pain still.

"I can do it myself," Angel huffed. Husk shook his head but turned around to let Angel undress. The teen rolled his eyes and unskillfully undressed. He wrapped a towel around his waist before attempting to use the wall to get to the bathtub. 

His leg gave out halfway and he fell to the floor with a soft gasp of pain. Husk was quick to aid him the second he heard the quiet gasp. He gently helped Angel stand up and guided him to the tub. Angel sat on the edge of the tub so he can turn the water on with his good arm, but Husk did it for him. Much to his disappointment.

"I'm not a fuckin' damsel in distress, asshole," Angel crossed his arms. Secretly, he was grateful for the help. His arm felt like a deadweight and his leg was basically useless until it fully heals.

"Ya ain't a damsel but ya sure are a daisy. Now, get in da tub so I can help ya wash yer back," Husk ordered in a soft but firm tone. Angel sighed before sliding in, taking the towel off before he got in the water. He kept his legs closed and close to his chest so Husk wouldn't see anything.

The older male was gentle as he helped Angel wash himself. The bathwater turned dirty has all the blood and dirt washed off him. Angel's two toned hair gained it's color back rather than looking dull and dirty. Angel leaned intothe touch subconsciously as Husk helped him put conditioner into his hair. 

"Ya don't look homeless and beat up anymo', kid." Husk chuckled but it came out as a backhanded compliment. Angel just looked away and hugged his knees tighter as water was poured on his head.

"Ain't homeless.." He mumbled quietly in response. What was he supposed to say? That his family was part of the Italian mafia and his father was an abusive prick? Why bother when no one would care? He was a homosexual in the mafia; both frowned upon by society and he was wanted dead by his own father.

"Oh? Then why are ya on da run from da coppers?" Husk asked curiously as he pulled the plug and stood up to get a towel for the younger male. Angel stayed silent, poking at the place on his arm where the bullet grazed him. It hurt but it distracted him from answering.

With a sigh, Husk helped Angel get wrapped in the towel and limp down the hall to get some fresh clothes on.