The first night at Harry's place, Angel locks herself in the room that's supposedly hers, according to Harry of course, and doesn't come out until late afternoon the next day when she's sure that he's already left for work.

The apartment is silent, a blissful silence that Angel hasn't really experienced the past few years. Usually she would wake up to her boss screaming at her and other girls in the business to get up and get ready for their work. Not that she really cared about her boss, he was just an arrogant prick who couldn't really earn anything without her skills to slither up and down the poles like a seductress.

Angel was known around town for being one of the best amongst the strippers and dancers. Private sessions with her cost a fortune and it was rare for her to have sex with her customers but it happened sometimes when she found herself high on drugs or when she needed extra cash to buy all those drugs.

Money wasn't something that stayed with her, it just brought her temporary bliss. Like the only man she'd ever loved, money only destroyed her more.

The silence is broken by the sound of soft padding and curiously Angel turns her head towards the source of sound. Her eye brows shoot up when she sees a very pregnant golden retriever standing a few feet away from her. Her tongue hanging out and head tilted to one side slightly in confusion, staring at the intruder in her home.

"Oh. Hi there." Angel mutters softly, going down on her knees and extending her arm towards the she- dog.

The retriever stays motionless, staring at Angel 's hand before finally it cautiously takes a step forward.

"Come here. I'm not going to hurt you." Angel coo at the dog, moving forward a little, still on her knees.

A smile appears on her face when the dog slowly comes to her and sniff her hand. Angel lets it get used to her smell, knowing that only then it will get comfortable with her.

"Aren't you just adorable." Angel says, the collar in retriever's neck catches her eyes and she reads the name tag. "Athlea."

"What a gorgeous name you have, Athlea. As gorgeous as you." Angel praises the dog, scratching behind it's ear making Athlea wag her tail excitedly as she move her forward to lick at Angel's cheek causing her to scrunch her nose before laughing.

"Not sure how you're so happy, you're living with possibly the worst person I've ever known." She mutters, looking around the extravagantly decorated apartment before huffing in disgust.

Athlea seem to notice her change in mood and whines lowly before she walk away, going back to where ever she'd come out from.

"Well, guess you didn't like me calling him bad maybe." Angel mutters to herself, shrugging before standing up.

Her body is aching with need of drug of any sort and she knows that it won't be long before it'll become too much for her to handle herself and lose her sanity.

Angel tries to relax herself, sits down on the couch and turns on the television. Tries to pretend like a normal girl in her twenties, chilling in her apartment on her day off from the hectic job. But she is not the normal girl with normal normal job and normal life.

Three hours max. That's how long she's survived without a dose. The constant killer headache is a constant reminder of what she needs but much to her displeasure there's nothing in sight to make her feel better.

Not sure of what else to do, she goes to the kitchen. Her hands shake on their own as she aggressively opens drawer after drawer, shoving the cutlery here and there in search of something to calm the raging hungry beast inside of her.

"Fuck!" She screams, mumbling things to herself as her wide eyes run around the kitchen, shivering hands clutching her hair painfully tight.

Her mind runs a billion ideas per second but each and everyone of them is blurred. She can't really focus on anything without drugs in her system.

Next thing she knows she's running around the house, screaming like a mad woman, desperatefor someone to unlock the door and set her free but the walls are soundproof and no one outside can hear what's going on inside.

Defeated and on verge of fainting, she remembers the bag of hers that Harry had brought here.