He had a horrible day at work as Valentino beat and did things to him again. Now, he was in front of a gangster bar, completely laced with alcohol and coke, sobbing quietly. He knew he couldn’t get back to the hotel, or home, on his own without anyone trying to take advantage of him, so he called you. Once you answered, he spoke on the phone, trying to hold back tears.

Angel: Heya toots~ c-can you please come get me? I- voice cracks I need a ride back home…