Kicked to the Curb -Open-

[Angel Axel]

So what does a band thats really clean and popular do to their lead singer when they see him smoking meth, and injecting himself with cocaine. Kick em to the curb. Literally.

It had been two days since Angel had been spotted selling drugs and then taking them himself. His face had sunken in a bit from loss of food and he was shaking from withdrawal. He had no place to go no. He was kicked from the band. He was shivering, as it had been raining for the past two days, and all he had on was a sleeveless shirt, and chain linked pants to fit nicely his goth attire. He looked like a Vampire, no pun intended.

He was starving, and scared, lonely. He had no cell phone, or no way of contacting anybody. Of course, who would he call? The police? He walked on the curb, and shook and shuddered, hugging himself as his teeth chattered. He didnt no where he was.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia walked through the park, nibbling on a chocolate ice cream cone, wearing a Old Navy Knitted grey Sweater, hot pink tunic, cream-colored scarf and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that were tucked neatly in her black heeled boots. She was wasting time, before she had to go pick up her bike. It was cold and she was speeding walking, trying to find a way to warm herself up.

But Cyn stopped dead in her tracks as she saw a familiar figure, her mouth falling open. Shaking her head, no it couldn't be Angel. Last time she saw him... he was, well, angry at her but looked far better than he did now. Slowly stepping towards him, just to make sure she wasn't seeing anything. "Angel?"

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[Angel Axel]

Angel shuddered uncontrollably and tripped over a branch, wimpering softly. This had not been his weak. He heard a voice, and sighed. Cynthia....he knew it. Why was his life...cursed...he didnt even have enough strength to breath, so he could not answer.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia frowned, feeling even more horrible. She walked towards him and held out a hand, trying to be nice. "Come on, let's get you somewhere warm, you don't look well." She said more like a small order than a suggestion. She wasn't going to leave Angel out here by himself, whether he liked it or not.

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[Angel Axel]

Angel frowned, and ntook her hand with his shaking one. He didnt say anything. He just wanted to get out of these wet clothes. He sniffed. So sleep deprived.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia gripped his ice cold hand and slowly helped him up. Not the best day to wear heels. Using herself as support, she lead Angel out of the park and across the street to her father's loft. He wasn't going to be home for another week or two, so Angel could stay here while he got his strength back.

She slowly settled him down on the couch and scratched her head. "Be right back." She whispered as she rushed into her step brother's room and stole a pair of warm, thick clothing. Angel was about his size, Her step-bro being a little shorter than the rockstar. She returned with an uneasy smile as she handed him the clothes. "These will keep you warm, you can change while I'll make you some soup." She explained rather hoping for some kind of response.

Backing away she slipped into the kitchen, taking off her sweater and placed on the white apron and grabbed a pot from the shelf. She opened the pantry and looked around. She had no idea what he could or could not eat.

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[Angel Axel]

Angel nodded, as she handed him the clothes, and shook as he stood up and found the bathroom. He diposed of his dirty clothes in the trash and changed into the new ones. His skin was still a little wet, but it was better then nothing. Anything sounded good right now as he walked back and sat down on the couch. He shuddered. He felt scared and insecure, like a child. And this was one of the people who hurt him.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia decided on Chicken noodle, it was simple and always made her feel better. Heating the soup up, she grabbed an apple and started to slice it. Once the soup was done she poured it into a soup bowl and placed that on the plate, surrounding it with apple slices and a slice of toasted sourdough.

She carried it carefully out to Angel and held it out to him for him to take. She studied his face for a little but before she glanced down. She could still feel his anger and sadness towards her and it only made her feel more worst.

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[Angel Axel]

"I-I-I-I do-dont thin-k I-I could..." He was shaking to much, his teeth was shattering, sure if he tried to take it he would just spill it all over himself. That was the first thing he said in forty-eight hours. His eyes rolled in his head, and he rested his head back.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia groaned, as she sat down next him. Patting head lightly to get him to look at her, as she set the food in her lap, carefully. She was going to have to feed him herself. "Come on, Angel, just eat a little bit." She whispered, cooing him as she held the spoon of broth in front of his mouth, urging him to take it in his mouth.

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[Angel Axel]

He stared at her. He was not a child. This was so embaressing for him, and his cheeks flushed, as he took the bite. He could grab. He just wouldnt be able to steady himself. He reached for an apple slice and had those and the toast gone in a few minutes.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia gulped becoming nervous when Angel stared at her. She set the spoon down, it was obvious that he didn't want her help. Setting the bowl and plate on the table before them, she glanced away feeling even more horrible. What kind of person was she becoming.

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[Angel Axel]

He frowned and then ran to the bathroom, throwing up due to his drug withdrawal. He sobbed for no reason as he continued to spew the poison from his body. Hours later, had to have been nearly mifnight, Angel slumped against the bathroom wall, hand on the toliet, silent tears still flowing. He nodded someone, whether they hurt him or not. He hit rock bottom, was broke, had no money, didnt have a place to stay, had no friends, had no phone, didnt have lust, didnt have love, was neglected like a child, and didnt have a car.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia watched him run to the bathroom. Slowly she walked towards the bathroom door and knocked quietly, "Angel? Are you okay?" She whispered as she slowly opened the door. Looking down at him, kneeling down she looked at him.

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[Angel Axel]

Angel shook his head, and flung himself at her, wrapping his arms around her. He needed someone right now. He'd even pick a stranger if he wanted to, he just needed someone right now.

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