The moment you felt his presence gone, you woke up. Searching the bed, looking around your shitty apartment.
"He left." Escaped your lips. The more you repeated it, the more reality hit. You gasped, stumbling out of bed, reaching the windowsill to look outside. It was pouring rain outside, you couldn't see anything.
You pushed the window open, with all the energy you could summer up. It flew open, droplets of water falling inside suit, but you didn't care. You looked at the busy streets of New York searching for his jacket he always wore; nothing.
You fall to your knees, sobbing quietly. You thought that he was loyal, after all you've been through. Recently, Wade had got the splendid news, from the doctor, that he had cancer. He had taken it easier than you did. He just simply nodded and stayed quiet.
You had even started putting in extra work hours at your job to help save money for chemotherapy that was very costly, but he just left and abandoned you.
The loud rumble of thunder rolled over the city, making you stand up and close the window. Tears steamed down your face, there was no helping it. You plopped on your used to be shared bed, and cry softly into a pillow.
He was the first guy you had ever settled down for. You didn't know if it was that smile or the way that he asked you after sex for cuddles but... it just made you fall in love with him over and over again.
After you finished crying, to the point where the tears could not physically fall, you got up and threw on a pair of jeans that were lying on the floor, and slipped them on. You hurriedly grabbed your purse, putting your wallet and phone in it.
You quickly grab your boots and a raincoat then walk out, locking the door behind you. One of your neighbors in your apartment complex was having a party, you passed by some drunk people, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible.
You hoped deep down inside that Wade didn't take your car, because if so, that would be a dick move. You carefully padded down the rows of stairs, steadying yourself on the wooden bar.
The only thought that you had right now was, go to Sister Marguerite's School for wayward girls, the bar that he always went to.
You arrive at the end of the stairs, pulling your hood over your head frantically and stepping outside into the poring rain. It was muggy and humid, making your hair frizz up.
You spotted your blue cameo, sighing in relief. You jumped in, throwing your purse into the drivers seat, and pushing the keys into the slot. You twisted the key, making it turn on the ignition. You pulled off the curb and drove to the bar.
You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, breath slightly mis-calculated. You tapped your thumb on the steering wheel impatiently, the cars were sure slow at one in the morning.
You finally find the bar, parking at the meter, loading it with the needed money and jogged inside. You swing open the door, all eyes on you.
"Oh, it's Wades girl. She's cool." Said one of the hell's angels, Buck. You just smiled and looked around for him; still, nothing. You sigh sitting at the bar, being formally greeted by Weasel.
"Hi, (Y/N)." He awkwardly said, as usual. "Hey, Weasel, do you know where Wade is?" You asked. "Uhhh.... he was talkin' to that guy over there. " He pointed. You thanked him, and sat with the strangely dressed man.
"Um..? Can I help you?" He asked. You propped a drink you had taken from somebody else, on the table. "Actually, you can. Have you talked to a Wade? Wade Wilson?" You asked hopefully.
"Uhhh... Brown hair?" He asked making hand gestures. "Yeah, him." You said. "Yes I have, we made business, now, who are you?" He lifted a brow. "I'm (Y/N), his girlfriend, actually, fiancee," You said smugly, crossing your arms.
His face lit up. "Ah, I see." He settled onto a creepy smile. "What business did you guy make?" You asked. "Oh, for the treatment of course... didn't he tell you?" He asked coyly.
"What treatment? No he didn't tell me any of this." You mumbled, looking at your hands. "You see, your fiancee, has agreed to receive treatments to cure his sickness." He started but you cut him off.
"Where did he get the money?" You asked. "It's free of charge, in return that he works for the association." He explained. You just bit your lip, scratching your brow. "Where is he right now?" You asked once again. "He's at our hospital." He smiled.
"When can I see him?" You shot back. "Well, you cant-" "I'll do anything." You said. There's nothing more that broke your heart then to have to think about seeing him go through these stages alone. He needed you and you needed him.
The man stayed quiet, checking his watch then looking at you in the eyes. "You could work for us as well."
"Deal."
~0~
That man had lied to you. You seriously thought that you would see him again. Especially after you found out what happens in that hospital.
They take people and mutate them, by forms of torture and a special serum injected into their body's. Then brainwash them to become these slaves. You were given the job of secretary at first, but then the tables turned.
You took a peek downstairs, even though you weren't aloud. One of the nurses saw you and put you to sleep by forcefully entering a syringe in your neck.
When you woke up, you were tied to a chair. Your surroundings were ashes and burnt cement. The air was dry and was hard to breathe in.
But as if on cue, a cloth was placed to your mouth and you fell asleep, feeling someones hands on you.
You had met Francis, he was charming British man. You now were kept at his house, you weren't aloud to leave. He didn't tie you up or anything, but when you tried attacking him, he would quickly show you who is boss. The doors and windows were secured by enhanced locks.
~0~
There he was; Wade. Finally he had came to rescue you. The fight was over, yet you were still in the tube. You saw him, in his clad suit, walking towards you excitedly. "(Y/N)!" He called out, opening the glass container, freeing you.
You take in a breath of fresh air, being enveloped in his strong arms. He inhlaed your scent and started crying in your arms.
"I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry..."
-Adele
ayyyy fam
