purestofangelos:
Angie shook in his office, whimpering softly. Everything played through his head. The beatings, the verbal abuse, everything. He couldn’t get away. He couldn’t run and hide. All he could do was sit and let it play through. He must have been in his office for a while since he heard three loud knocks. He slowly came out of his panic attack to call out to the door. “Hello? Who is it?” He called.
Noel wasn’t even sure how he’d wandering into the shop in the first place, but once he noticed where he was, he figured he might as well take care of some of the Christmas things he’d been planning to help with, and one of them just so happened to involve a list of books he was planning to donate and give to anyone and anywhere that may have needed them. Christmas was all about giving, after all. List in hand, he’d made his way to the first door he saw, knocking a little too loudly, cringing at himself afterwards and hoping he hadn’t bothered whoever was inside too much. It didn’t take a genius to realize that the voice that called out to him didn’t exactly sound cheerful and for the shortest second Noel considered walking away, fearing that he’d already caused a problem just by his knocking alone. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you, I just kind of need some help, maybe. Or not, it’s okay if you can’t. Can I come in?” He asked, trying his best to keep his tone soft and friendly while still making sure he could be heard.
















