Sugar, Spice and Nothing Nice
Chapter 12: The Company You Keep
🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SUICIDE, MENTIONS OF 🍇 , SEXUAL ABUSE, MENTAL ABUSE🚨
“You are so beautiful,” Desiree; a 17 year old girl, smiled at the girl she was babysitting.
The girl blushed as Desiree put lipgloss on her, “Thanks, oh can you not put so much makeup on me; my mom will throw a hissy fit.” She rolled her eyes.
“Moms, am I right?” Desiree rolled her eyes. “Babe! Get in here! Look at my masterpiece!”
Wes, the younger girl’s stepbrother and Desiree’s boyfriend walked into the room, “Look,” she turned the girl to him.
“Wow nice job Rae,” Wes took a closer look. “You’re beautiful Bean.”
Bean smiled at older teens then at her reflection.
“Do you remember your life on earth?” Bean asked, looking at her reflection in the small mirror
“Tell Val that he has to move the shoot up an hour for the meeting at 3,” Vox told Victor; his assistant.
“The overlord meeting?” Victor asked, writing on their clipboard.
“No not the overlord meeting, I’m not going anywhere near that shit show,” Vox replied.
Vox rolled his eyes, “Give me a minute, my dear.” Bean pouted in the rolling chair.
“I’ll email him right away, oh and Carmilla wanted to know about what’s happening with the Angelic Security System” Victor looked at him.
“What’s the rush? There’s no threat thanks to the princess and her band of housekeepers,” Vox chuckled looking at his phone. Bean let out a loud dramatic sigh, Vox rubbed his temples; “Give me that box and leave” he pointed to a dark blue box, Victor handed it to him then left.
Vox walked over to the demon spinning in his chair, he stood behind it stopping him from spinning; “What are you moaning about?” He looked down at her.
Bean looked up at him smiling, “Do you remember your life before you died?”
“What brought on that?” He raised an eyebrow.
Bean shrugged, “I wanted to know if you could, so I could tell you what I remember.”
“You sure are somethin,” he shakes his head.
“Would you like to see what I got you,” he interrupted her.
She gasped, “You got me a present?! What did you get me!!!” She squealed.
Vox opened the blue box revealing a gold necklace with his name written in cursive, Bean clapped smiling; “It’s so beautiful!” He put the jewelry around her neck.
Bean admired her neck in her hand mirror, “My dear I need a favor from you,” Vox turned her head to him.
“Okay,” she smiled up at him.
“I need you to be a good girl for me and stop delaying Val’s work, I know he makes you mad; but you can’t keep harming the workers,” Vox smirked, holding her face.
“Well he needs to tell his slutbag employees not to fuck with me,” Bean said sarcastically.
Vox stopped smirking, “I’m serious, I have an important broadcast tonight for the show and I can’t have Val being a baby cause his workers keep going ‘missing’; cut the shit for 24 hours or I can make you,” his voice became distorted. “Are we at an understanding?”
“Whatever,” Bean rolled her eyes, moving out of his grip.
“Hey..” Vox gently grabbed her face again, she looked up with puppy dog eyes; “You’re in my chair.” Bean glares at him before getting up letting him sit.
“You’re a jerk,” she said before Vox pulled her onto his lap. Bean faced him biting her lip.
“Isn’t this a much better seat?” He smirked, putting his hand through her hair.
Bean blushed before kissing him on the cheek.
“Welcome back to ‘Ravin wit Rave’, we have a returning guest, Bean,” Eric pressed a button on a keyboard making an applause sound. “How ya doin girl?”
“I’m well, nice keyboard;” She glances at it.
“Thanks, Charlie got it for me,” He grinned.
Bean smiles, “Nice..so, why’d invite me here?”
“Well you kind of left me traumatized at the party,” Eric said. “I want the deets.”
“On what?” She smiled nervously.
“You told me that you devoured your step brother, I want the deets on that jazz;” he leaned forward.
Bean’s smile faded, “Oh, I shouldn’t have said that.. that’s not right-”
“Sorry did I cross a line again?” Eric covered the mic, whispering to her.
“No it’s fine I just shouldn’t have told you that, that’s not why I’m here, I ate them; but I didn’t kill them,” she played with her fingers.
“Oh..so the plot thickens..” Eric played a “gasp” sound effect. Bean stared at him with a blank face, “Sorry sorry I’m a gossipy bitch.”
“That’s ok, hell is full of gossipy bitches; but yes the plot is very thick,” she smiled a little.
“But does it get thicker than me?” Eric raised an eyebrow.
Bean laughed, “You’re annoying, I’ll tell you and your viewers something.”
Eric moved to the edge of his seat.
“This story is kind of sad, it’s not like scary stuff, more like I don’t know..”
I met my step brother Wes when I was 10 years old, he didn’t really like me or my sister at first; I just thought he was an angsty teen..He was but I didn’t really care.
I think he had a problem because his dad liked me more than him…
I don’t know, but his mom had abandoned him or something so he moved in with me and my family. He was there for me, then he started dating Desiree; she babysat my sister. I thought I would be left out of everything since they were older but they included me in lots of things, especially when things at home got bad.
“What’s the sad part?” Eric asked. Bean was quiet for a moment, looking at her fingers.
“The human mind is…complicated,” she sighs.
“I don’t understand!”I cried, Desiree was packing a suitcase.
“It’s not a good idea for you to stay here anymore,” she was frantic, she wouldn’t even look at me.
“You said I could! WES said I could!” I couldn’t believe she was doing this. Was she jealous? Was she cheating on Wes? Did she hate me?
“I can’t do this right now Bean!” She got in my face. “Get out, now!”
I stood there, if she wanted me to leave she’d have to make me; “Where’s Wes? I wanna talk to him.”
“Fine,” Desiree stormed over her closet. I followed her, as soon as she yanked the closet open,
“Holy shit!” Eric gasped. “She killed him?!”
🚨TRIGGER WARNING:MENTIONS OF SUICIDE🚨
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“He took his own life” Desiree handed me a note he had written.
“This makes no sense,” was all I could say. “Wes wouldn’t-”
“Wes was depressed!” She interrupted me. “He promised he was going to get help! He lied!” She started sobbing.
“But.. why is he in the closet?” I was so confused.
“I don’t know, I just found him like this; I thought he was at work” she just stared at his lifeless body.
It wasn’t making sense, I kept staring at the note and something wasn’t right; then it hit me. “This isn’t his handwriting.. it’s not his-”
And then there was one, I was alone. With two dead bodies…
“Holy crap?! What next! Did you eat the bodies?!” Eric’s mouth was open agape.
“What?! No!” Bean rolled her eyes.
“Well you do eat people,” he crossed his arms.
“Well I didn’t do that to them…I made them pie,” she blushed.
“You mean ‘a pie’ ” Eric corrected.
“No…I made them into a pie,” Bean covered her face embarrassed. It was silent for a moment then Eric burst out laughing, “STTOOOPPPP!!! It’s not funny!!” She whined, starting to laugh.
“Oh Satan, that's hilarious,” He wiped a tear from his eye. “But honestly, that’s a pretty good way to get rid of evidence.”
“I guess,” she shrugged, smiling. “Wait, you never took your hand off your mic,” Bean pointed to Eric’s hand on his mic; he gasped and she started laughing again.
Eric put his head on the table, “Fuck my life.”
“Don’t you mean afterlife?” Bean joked.
“LAME!!!” He screamed before they both laughed.
“Wanna hear another story?” She smirked.
Eric quickly sat up, “Yes!”
“You know you’re quite the storyteller Latte,” Angel smirked, leaning on Bean’s head.
“They’re not stories, but I like narrating; I like to narrate my life,” She smiled.
“You should start your own little segment,” He nudged her.
“No one would listen to that,” Bean looks down at her hands. “I’d look silly.”
“Well I’d listen to it,” Angel smiled at her; “And even if it’s horrible, I got bad insomnia and need somethin to put me to sleep,” he joked.
“Ha ha,” she rolls her eyes. “I can’t do that anyway, Val would want me to work-”
“Screw Val!” Angel interrupted her.
“Um yeah, I already do that,” Bean was confused.
“You know what I mean, I know it’s hard but you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” He put his hands on her shoulders.
Bean doesn’t look at the demon, then looks at him; “I have to.”
Angel’s eyes widened, “Are you in love with-”
“No! I’m not in love with anyone, I’m just…” she sighs putting her head in her hands. “It’s complicated..”
“Is..it..” Angel tapped his chin then gasped, “It’s Vox! You like him!”
Bean covered her face blushing, “Don’t say anything!”
“You don’t want to leave because you like him!” He covered his mouth, “Damn Latte I’m sorry.”
She looked up at him, confused, “What do you mean ‘sorry’?”
“I think you might be getting used,” Angel said.
Bean was silent, she just played with her fingers, “I don’t get it,” she mumbled.
“I don’t either,” He shrugged. “The Vees are sneaky bitches, hot but sneaky; and bitchy.”
“But they saved my life..I don’t understand..” She said sadly.
“I’ve always meant to ask, how’d you get mixed up with the Vees anyway,” Angel put his feet on the couch; lighting a cigarette.
“Well like I said, they saved my life,” she sighed. “I had been beaten and stabbed to near death, those fuckers ripped my leg off for Satan’s sake!”
“Who?!” Angel looked pissed.
“Ray and his bitch ass buddies,” Bean rolled her eyes. “Anyway-“
“Wait!” He interrupted. “You have a fake leg?” Bean grabbed one of his lower arms and put it on her lower leg.
“That’s metal, and this,” She pulled on her skin; “It’s rubber.”
Angel pulled her leg making her lay down, he examined it, “You mean to tell me that Vox can make fake limbs?” He knocked on her fake leg, “You feel that?”
“No,” Bean sat up rolling her eyes.
“What’s wrong with you?” He crossed his arms.
“Can I finish?” She whined.
“Okay geez,” he put his arms up in surrender.
She cleared her throat, “Anyway Val brought me to V-Tower, the Vees nursed me back to health; they would come in and do my hair and give me clothes- What?” Bean noticed Angel’s bored face.
“Nothin’ this just feels like a story I’ve heard before,” he leans on his arm. “Proceed.”
“Vox would come in a lot more than Valentino and Velvette, we got pretty personal,” Bean blushed.
“Personal huh,” Angel smirked. “And..uh what does pretty personal mean?”
“We didn’t really do anything, we never do,” she shrugged.
“Really?” Angel wasn’t convinced. “Then what the hell-”
“We were just talking, I just got hot and took my shirt off,” Bean said feeling embarrassed.
“You find yourself in the weirdest situations,” he raised an eyebrow. Bean just shrugged, she didn’t know what he meant by that.
“Anyway we just talked, he’d come in to talk, he would ask me how I felt and things I wanted,” Bean blushed thinking about their time together. “But one day he just stopped coming, he would barely talk to me; and I don’t know why,” she looked down glassy eyed.
Angel sighed, he couldn’t help but feel bad; Val had seemed like the best person at one point in his life. He had given him everything, money, fame and what he used to think was love. “Hey come on, don’t cry;” he put his arm around her as she wiped her face with her.
“It is just so hard,” she cried. “I’m trying so hard.”
He grabs her shoulders, “Look at me,” she looks up at Angel crying and hiccuping. “We. Do. Not. Stress. For.These. Men.”
“Are you serious? You’d do anything or anyone for men,” she laughed.
“I get paid to do anybody AND anything toots, you give out for free,” he crosses his arms.
Bean rolls her eyes, “I do not.”
“Ya too sweet toots, try bein a bitch; or at least bitter I don’t know,” Angel shrugged.
“I am a bitch! I’m practically at cunt!” Bean’s voice got higher. Angel looked the short demon up and down, she was like a toddler; all she had to do was start stomping her foot. “I’m serious! I’ve literally killed people.”
Angel burst out laughing, “Okay Latte, you a killer!” He continued laughing.
“It’s true! Tiffany, Dymond, Ray! And some guy I forgot his name,” she said loudly.
“Okay first off, they would have told Val, and second; even if you did you are too small to do it by yourself,” Angel raised an eyebrow.
“Do you really think Val would care? And I had a little help I guess..” Bean sighed. “I just get so mad and I don’t know how to control myself.”
“You wanna know what I do when I get pissed?” He put a hand on her shoulder.
“Drugs?” She looked at him innocently.
“I do that all the time, I just spend time with people that care about me,” Angel smiled.
“Oh..okay!” Bean stood up smiling.
“Where ya goin?” He said.
“To spend time with my best friend,” this made Angel smile. “Barktholomew!” He frowned watching her leave.
“I don’t know why you do this to yourself,” Bean sat on the floor feeding Barktholomew cookies, “You know I decided to hang out with you today and all you want are..” She looked at the name on the package, which was only one letter written in black. “V’s cookies, it’s a bit rude.”
She continued to feed him the cookies when Bean felt a dark presence behind her. “I will never understand how you can spend hours on end with that mutt for hours on end,” a voice came from behind her. Bean turned to see Alastor leaning on his mic stick thing, she hadn’t decided what it was.
“Alastor! Sa tchob byen?” Bean smiled standing up.
Translation: Alastor! How’s it going?
“Oh you've been practicing!” Alastor said proudly.
“Nah, I only know that,” she said flattered. “Do you know who ‘V’ could be?” She showed him the package.
The radio demon just stared for a moment, “No idea,” He shrugged, Bean also shrugged before eating a cookie. “Why are you on the floor?”
“Angel said I should spend more time with the people I care about,” she hugged her dog.
“I’m sure he meant with actual people, not mutts you consider people,” he said with a smug grin.
The blue demon looked at him with a straight face, “Is your default just being a dick? Are you trying to make up for something else that might not be so big?” She smirked, wiggling her pinky.
Alastor looked at her, his eyes narrowing; “My my such crude words, from such a small child.”
Bean frowned, “I am NOT a child.”
“Then maybe don’t act like it,” He responded.
“Are you serious?” She scoffed. “People here literally rip each other apart, and you talk to anyone ANYWAY you want; but I make a dick joke and-” Bean was cut off by the Radio Demon walking up to her, he was smiling but there was anger in his eyes.
“You can talk to whoever you want however you want, but when talking to me you will talk to me with respect, do you understand?” He glared down at her, she glared back up at him not saying a word.
“Good girl,” he pat her on the head.
“I bet you had TONS of friends,” she rolls her eyes.
“Why yes I have loads of friends,” Alastor smirks.
“Fine, name a friend you have not been attracted to, or was attracted to you, or had sex with,” Bean leaned on the counter Alastor opened his mouth. “AND a friend who isn’t a mother figure,” she finished.
He was silent for a moment, tapping his chin, “Where are your friends? Hmmmm,” he changed the subject.
“Um hello, one of them is right here,” Bean gestured to an empty spot on the floor where Barktholomew sat; she gasped.
“How sad,” he shook his head.
“Whatever, I bet your only friend was your mom,” she crossed her arms.
“Jealous?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No, cause my friend was my dad,” Bean stuck her tongue out at him.
“I’d rather my mom thank you,” Alastor responded.
“Mama’s boy,” she mumbled before going on her phone.
Alastor decided to say nothing, it was like arguing with a toddler, she always has to have the last word.
Bean fiddled with her necklace, “What was your mom like? I’m sure she was somethin special if she was your best friend,” she looked at him.
“I told you that I have loads of friends, and my mother holds a very special place in my heart, it was always me and her against the world; she taught me everything I know,”Alastor responded feeling nostalgic. His mother was his world, her face was one he could never forget.
“Awe how sweet,” Bean smiled, she looked at him in admiration. “Tell me more.”
“Oh I could go on forever my dear, let me hear more about you,” Alastor eyed the gold necklace she was fiddling with. “That’s a lovely necklace, who gave it to you?”
“Oh um Vox,” She blushed. “He gave it to me for being-”
“A good little girl?” He rolled his eyes. Alastor knew how the Vees were, their little workers did things for them and they got whatever their hearts desired.
“No they helped me out, and I work for them; and I get nice things,” Bean looked down at the necklace.
“Seems like you owe lots of people,” he leaned on the counter.
“Well yeah, like you told me to kill Ray and Dymond, and you just spend time with me,” She smiled. “I help you so you help me.”
“I did not tell you to kill them, I only said ‘that’s what I would do’ you didn’t have to do it;” he raised an eyebrow. What kind of game was she playing? “Take accountability my dear, you were upset, and I told you to find a way to relieve that anger.”
Bean looked at the floor, she thought that’s what he wanted. “I don’t understand, what do you want then?”
“I just want your company, I was just trying to help,” he explained.
“Company? That’s it?” She sounded confused, like she couldn’t comprehend a man not wanting sexual favors from her.
“That’s all, I’m sorry to disappoint cher but I’m taken, I thought you knew this,” Alastor watched the blue demon turn red with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry..I know that, I don’t want you like that,” she hid her face.
For a moment it was silent, Alastor thought about changing the subject. But before he could do so Bean uncovered her face, “Do you remember your life before you died?”
“I remember some things, however some memories are blurry,” he tried to think about it. He mostly remembered his lovely mother and the time they spent together, his awful father and the things he’d do to them. Alastor remembered his killings; however he had forgotten why he killed most of them. “Mostly good ones, but bad memories do haunt me sometimes.”
“I don’t have a lot of clear memories, it’s like a dream; the memories mix into each other. So sometimes things that happened in 1993 will just mix with things that happened in 1989,” Bean explained.
“Anything happened in those two years?” He asked.
“Well 1993 was when I was studying abroad in Europe and 1989-”
“I’m sorry, studying a what?” Alastor tilted his head in confusion.
“Studying abroad, ya know going to college in a different country for a year?” She explained to a still confused Alastor. “Didn’t you go to college? You’re like 40 or something.”
“I didn’t even go to high school, what makes you think I went to college?” He raised an eyebrow.
She shrugged “Whatever, anyway 1989 was just when my sister went missing.”
“You don’t seem too concerned.”
“Well for starters, she wasn’t even my blood sister; that was my stepdad and my mom’s kid and she was a major bitch, she defended her dad till her disappearance,” Bean crossed her arms.
“Oh my someone was jealous,” Alastor said smugly. “Wasn’t getting enough attention?”
She rolled her eyes, “More like too much attention, I studied abroad to get away from the ‘attention’.”
“I see..” Alastor said, understanding what she meant. “What’d your mother do when she found out?”
Bean took a breath, “She said ‘Can we not talk about this? I hear enough every night’.”
Alastor’s eyes widened, “And…this man is still amongst the living?”
“No, at least I don’t think so,” Bean smirked.
Bean ran into the bathroom covered in blood, she paced around the room hyperventilating.
“Well I didn’t expect that,” the woman watched the young woman. “You know you didn’t have to take the gun, or bake them…”
“I didn’t know what to do!” Bean yelled. “I already touched their bodies! Do you have their souls?”
“No, you didn’t kill them, so I don’t own them; remember our deal, you collect souls for me and I protect you”
“Ugh!!” Bean sat on the ground, this had to be a nightmare.
At that moment the bathroom door swung open, her stepdad stood in the doorway, “Get out!” She yelled standing back up.
“You know you’re pathetic,” he slammed the door. “Your mom is talking about calling the police, what did you say to her?”
“The only thing I told her was that your son was dead,” Bean crossed her arms looking up at him. She wasn’t afraid, not anymore.
“Why would you feel the need to talk about my son?” He towered over her.
She smirked, “You forgot your gun.” Without saying another word, Bean pulled the gun from her back pocket shooting her stepdad in his face. His lifeless body fell to the ground, looking down at him Bean began emptying the chamber into his face. She stared down at the bloody mess she made when a banging at the door made her look up.
“And.. that was my last day on earth,” Bean smiled.
“Have you ever thought that your unhealthy relationship with men is because of your stepfather?” Alastor asked.
“I- wait huh?” Bean was confused. What’d her relationship now have to do with killing her stepdad?
“Nothing.. I sound like Vera,” Alastor mumbled.
Alastor emits microphone feedback, “Uh..”
Bean gasped, “Wait?! Vera is…your mom, you were comfortable enough with her to call her by her name; that’s so sweet.”
“Um..sure,” Alastor said, she was a sweet girl but she wasn’t the smartest. “Have you ever had ANY happy memories?” He changed the subject.
“Well I have vague memories, like I have this memory from when I was really small; my dad was singing this song to me, it kind of went like ‘You know I can’t smile without you, I can’t smile without you, I can’t laugh and I can’t sing, I’m finding it hard to do anything’,” She sang. “I feel happier already.”
“I’ve never heard of that song before,” Alastor thought about it. “Would you teach it to me?”
“Really?!” Bean’s eyes lit up.
Alastor nodded as the excited demon began to teach him the song.
She was a sweet kid, a sweet kid who needed guidance.
“My sister and I had a conversation about coexisting, she was just jealous that she didn’t get to live the life I had, turns out having a civil conversation was all that we needed,” Erin smiled at Estelle, a beautiful siren that Erin looked up to.
“That’s great, I’m glad you and your sister are getting along; but all I asked was for you to put your feet in the water,” Estelle smiled.
She was in Alastor’s lake, trying to help Erin; she was pretty pale for a siren, and was also afraid of water. Lots of sirens had water related deaths, but most of them couldn’t stay out of the water.
“Oh, right,” Erin looked at the water. “Welp, here it goes-” before her foot even touched the door opened, Alastor walked into the room with a blue demon.
“And that’s why Vox hates me,” he said.
“Why do I feel like that’s not true?” The girl looked up at him confused.
Erin gasped running over to the demons, “Bean, oh my gosh!” She hugs her.
“Ellie my dear, don’t you look as radiant as ever?” Alastor walked over to Estelle kissing her hand.
“Now Allie, is there something you need?” She looked up at him.
“Can’t a man compliment his lovely best friend,” Alastor grinned. Estelle smiled warmly rolling her eyes, “However I do need some assistance cher.”
“Aha!” She pointed at the Radio Demon. “What do you need, my love?”
“See that lovely young lady over there?” He gestured to Bean who was talking and laughing with Erin. “I need you to persuade her.”
“Persuade her?” Estelle raised an eyebrow.
“She has strong feelings…for Vox.”
“Hm,” Her eyes widened. Estelle wasn’t a huge fan of the Vees, Vox was a bit much but this girl sees something in him; “You want me to persuade her to not like him?” She asked.
“I love how smart you are,” Alastor’s smile widened.
“Allie…I can’t just tell someone not to love who they love, but I suppose I can give advice if she helps me with Erin,” Estelle looked up at the demon.
“Fair enough my dear,” Alastor booped her nose. “Bean, come here,” Bean and Erin walked over to the older demons.
“Can I show her my Creole?” Bean asked.
“No, I want you to meet my lovely friend Estelle,” Alastor gestured to his childhood friend as she waved.
“What’s happening?” Bean looked confused.
“I suppose Alastor thinks you have boy trouble,” Estelle replied. The blue demon glared at him.
“Are we talking about boys?!” Erin squealed.
“We are if you put your feet in the water,” Estelle smiled at her.
Erin frowned, taking a step back. “Can you not swim?” Bean asked. “But aren’t you a mermaid?”
“Siren,” Erin corrected her.
“Let me help you! I can swim!” Bean offered grinning. “And she can help you too, she’s also a mermaid!”
“Siren,” both Erin and Estelle said.
Alastor cleared his throat, “Well it seems like you ladies are acquainted, I’m going to give you some space,” he sat in his armchair; taking out a book.
Estelle rolled her eyes then looked at the girls, “Erin come,” Erin sits in the grass, Estelle holds her hands. “I want you to know that it’s okay to be afraid, there are things I’m afraid of; but you’re drying out. Soon showers and drinking water won’t be enough, please; let me help you,” she stared at her.
“Okay…I’ll try,” Erin sighs before slowly putting her feet in the lake. The girls watched and Alastor peeked over his book, Erin’s feet began to become scaly.
“Now get in, it’s gonna be fine,” Bean said as Erin started to get into the water holding onto Estelle.
“What now?” Erin asked them.
“Look,” Estelle pointed to Erin’s silvery blue tail coming out of the water.
Erin gasped, “I’ve never seen it so shiny.”
“I am so jealous, wish I was a siren,” Bean admired her tail.
“No, I'm jealous!” Erin leaned on the edge. “Who’s your bf?!”
“Tell us who this new Vox is,” Estelle leaned forward intriguingly.
“Well, I don’t really know,” Bean looked at the gold necklace around her neck. “I don’t think he’s new or anything, he’s just-”
“As annoying as ever,” Alastor interrupted.
Estelle splashed water towards him, “Shush you.”
“I don’t know what he’s like, we have these conversations where I think he also has feelings, but then he treats me like any other employee working there; it’s confusing,” Bean sighs.
“Is he ghosting you?” Erin said before Estelle could say anything.
“Ghosting?” Bean tilted her head.
“Like ignoring your texts and phone calls, stuff like that,” Erin explained.
“I don’t know, I texted how he was and he just texted a thumbs up,” Bean shrugged.
Estelle listened to the younger demons bicker about what the thumbs up meant, “Hey!” The girls looked at her. She was honestly surprised that worked, “You should talk to him, if you love him don’t wait; it might be too late if you wait too long.”
“I just don’t want to look like a silly little girl,” Bean looked at the ground. “I’m always treated like a kid, I’m not a kid.”
“Tell him that, stand your ground, and if decides to..to well I guess be Vox-”
“I’ll kill him,” Alastor closes his book. Estelle looks at him with her hands on her hips.
“Ugh! This is hard!” Bean put her head in her hands.
“I know right!” Erin sat next to her. “When I was alive this boy named Sam gave me a rose and said I was the one and that he could feel it, apparently he was giving every girl a rose!”
“Awe.. how tragic,” Alastor put his hand on his heart. “This is why I don’t trust men.”
Estelle stared at him with a straight face, “Go back to your book.”
“Actually it wasn’t tragic, I was the only one that got a real rose, the other girls got plastic ones,” Erin continued. “Guys are complicated, they do things the hard way instead of just asking for help.”
“And that’s why you should talk to him,” Estelle smiles at a hopeful looking Bean. “Help him out, a little.”
“Thank you so much!” She stood up walking to the door.
“Thanks for helping me!” Erin smiled.
“I did nothing but no problem!” Bean waved at them before leaving.
Estelle smiled before looking at her friend, who had worry in his eyes, “Allie,” she got his attention. “She’ll be fine.”
Bean walked through the halls of V-Tower, there were a lot of reporters around, some from “666 News” and other news stations she had never heard of. She was nervous but if didn’t do this now, she might forget. Walking backstage of the set Bean saw him, he was so tall and so handsome and unapproachable and he looked up at her and holy shit she couldn’t do it!
Bean left the set, her heart was beating a mile an hour or second or whatever; her face was warming up the longer she stayed near the set. She started down the hall away from the set, the reporters, from everything. Bean wasn’t too sure what she wanted, she took out her phone, scrolling through her and Vox’s text thread. Something that bothered her, she texted him more than he texted her.
What if she was the girl with the fake rose?
What if she wasn’t the one?
What if she wasn’t special?
Maybe the truth was just that, she just wasn’t any of those things. Bean sat on the hallway floor, then the worst thing happened; she started crying. CRYING. IN. PUBLIC! She tried to rush through the cries and sobs.
“Yeah he gets so dramatic about the guy Carmilla, I don’t know,” Bean heard a voice coming down the hall.
“Fuck,” she quickly stood up.
Valentino was walking down the hallway talking on the phone, “¡Eres una perra brutal!” He laughed.
Translation: You are a brutal bitch!
Bean leaned against the wall trying to look cool or something, Valentino stopped laughing when he saw her, “I’ll call you later,” he hung up. “What are you doing?”
“Me? Just chillin,” she shrugged.
“Were you the one sobbing earlier? He narrowed his eyes at her. Bean never understood if he did that because he didn’t believe her, or because he couldn’t see.
She shook her head holding back tears, Valentino looked down at her annoyed, “You know you’re pathetic right.”
“No I’m not,” she mumbled.
Valentino leaned down to her level, “Yes, you are; come.” He started down the hall, Bean slowly followed after him.
They arrived in his room, it felt weird being in there; but also strange cause she had been in this room a lot.
“You know I gave you everything, and you always ran away,” he scoffed, handing her tissues. “You know who that reminds me of?” Val sat on the bed next to her.
“Angel?” Bean rolled her eyes not looking at him.
“Me,” he said, making her look at him. “When I was alive I had to do anything to keep my family from starving. When I was about 14 or 15 my mother met this nice man, who promised to give us whatever we needed and whatever; all I had to do was do whatever he said. He sold me to many people, whoever was willing to pay could get me; one day I had enough and ran away. I didn’t know where I was, or where to go so I went back.”
“What does this have to do with me?” Bean looked away again.
He turned her face to his, “You came back, that’s someone who knows what they need is more important than how they feel.”
Bean was silent for a moment, she didn’t know what to say or how to feel. “But I have somewhere to go..”
“Oh the hotel? Let me ask you something, do you think Chandler knows what it’s like to be us? To have all this baggage and not know what to do with it?” He was in her face.
“Who’s Chandler?” Bean tilted her head.
“Are you listening?” Val looked at her with a straight face.
“I think,” she said confused. “I mean, I’m sorry that stuff happened to you but, we’re nothing alike.”
“You are a pimp and porn director, I was homeless and got my fucking leg ripped off! I have one leg Val, ONE! You have like ten,” she crossed her arms.
“And look at you now, you’re not homeless and you’re pretty famous,” he grinned. “You keep looking at the negatives baby.”
“You sound like my fucking stepdad,” She mumbled.
“Awe..is that why you’re so pissy? Daddy issues?” Val pinches her cheek.
“Fuck off,” Bean pulls away but is pulled back by Val.
🚨TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF 🍇 , SEXUAL ABUSE, MENTAL ABUSE🚨
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“I bet you got the nicest shit and all you had to do was lay there and let daddy play with you,” he trailed his finger from her lips to her shirt.
“Stop,” she was on the verge of tears.
“You loved getting that stuff, but hated the aftermath,” he took down one of her straps. “Or maybe..” Val gripped her by her hair. “Maybe you liked it, liked having what mommy couldn’t?”
“NO! I DIDN’T! FUCK OFF!” Bean screamed, trying as hard as she could to get out of his grip, but failing.
“I know,” he smirked. “You feel powerless don’t you?”
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” She yelled. Val stayed quiet waiting for an answer. “Yes..”
He pushes Bean onto the bed, “Frustrating isn’t it?” He laid on top of her caressing her face. “I bet you wanna rip my fucking head off don’t you?” She just stared, not answering him, “You don’t need some hotel, or Angel, and you don’t need Vox. You wanna be a top? Stop standing behind everyone and take control.”
Bean tried pushing Val off but her arms were pinned to the bed, “Nice try,” he said smugly before kissing her, she started making out with him.
Val starts to bite her neck, Bean moans as he lifts up her dress and pulls her panties down. He begins to thrust into her making her gasp, she wraps her legs around his waist.
The harder he thrusted the angrier Bean got, all she could think about was him; coming into her room, getting on top of her, hitting her and her mom knowing about it. Ugh and Val.. someone did need to tear him to pieces. However he was right about one thing..
It was time she took control.
(Hey Hey, first things first; Estelle is not my OC , she belongs to @virydia *thank you for letting me put her in my story*. I know it’s been awhile but I finally got the chance to finish the chapter, the next chapter is the last, I was thinking of doing a sequel to this; imma give my girl the ending she deserves. This is the song Bean was teaching Alastor.)
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