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Hurting Angel - Chapter Three 💓🐞

Summary: Did Crowley kidnap her daughter? Does he have a good side, or is it all bad!.

A/N: Oh yay, I just love writing about this man, starting to become a Crowley girlie for sure, let me know what you bugsies think, and once again, thank you for every like, reblog and message. much love🐞❤️💕 🐞

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱 Also, some comfort and funny moments

Word Count: 1691

Cover Art: Done by me 🐞 and the pic's from Pinterest and Canva 💕

Characters: Crowley, Bridget York, Lainey York, Doctor❤️

Tiny little hands tugging at her, lets her open her heavy eyelids, her eyes still a little puffy of the sleep, not recalling where she is, she looks over to the young voice, big brown eyes, glancing at her, her voice angelic ''Mommy! Mommy'' the little girl with her cute round face and short little legs makes her way up the bed, plunging down, to her side, her voice brittle, ''Lainey?''

The little girl squeals as she get lifted up in the air, his deep English accent, warning in a gentle way ''don't hurt your mom now'' her eyes widens as she realizes what's going on, filled with anger ''let my daughter go''

Placing her down, throwing his hands in the air, ''Listen Bridget Love, I just don't want your little one to hurt you''

Holding her hand out to the five year old, ''come here sweetie'' trying not to reveal the fear and anger in her voice, the little girl runs towards her, a confused look on her little round face, ''it's okay sweetie'' glaring at him, her blue eyes piercing through his dark brown orbs, ''how, how do you know my name?''

A smirk forming on his lips, ''Love, I have many connections, it was easy to find out who you were, and you were so worried about your daughter that, I had to find a way to get her too you!''

''So what you kidnapped my daughter from her school?'' her lips pursed

''Not me so to say, I have men who does it for me'' a smug grin plastered on his face.

Holding Lainey close to her now, ''I hate you! Let us go'' she demanded

The man gaggles a bit, ''Pick a number and get in line, love, the queue is long''

Not amused by his answer, she shifts on the bed, feeling the pain pulsing on her side, her voice flat ''what do you want from us''

Inspecting the woman with her blue eyes, her blonde medium length hair, revealing the slight friction from the pillow, her face elegant but strong, her plum lips, pursed together, the little brown eyed girl, with the two brown pig tails safely tugged behind the woman's arms, his heart, flutters a little, but he shakes the feeling, without a single word he just leaves.

Sighing she checks Lainey out, trying to make sure she's okay. ''Are you okay sweetie''

The little one just nods her head, ''yes mommy'' she searches her mother's face, her brown orbs as big as they can get, ''mommy''

''Yes sweetie''

''Why don't you like the funny sounding man'' she questions

''Well honey, it's grown-up stuff, okay'' she smiled

Folding her arms, her little face very serious, ''Well I like him'' she claims

Letting out a little laugh, ''honey, you like everyone''

She puffs her chest, ''not everyone, I don't like Jimmy, he's just mean''

She can't help but to laugh at her daughter's face, ''I know sweetie, how could I forget''

As he stands out side the room, waiting for the doctor to show, he hears the room that is now filled with laughter, ''it sounds like heaven'' he mumbles underneath his breath.

''Good morning, boss'' the doctor greeted

''What's so good about it'' he sneered, his usual comment not quite reaching his eyes, as they seem a little lighter than normal.

The old man laughs, as he knocks on the door, announcing his entrance, ''Good morning you two'' he greeted

The young woman's face went from smiling to immediate disgust. ''Hello'' she hissed

''Hey little one, why don't you go outside for a little while, okay, I just want to check on mommy'' he asked

Looking over at her mom, and after she nods, giving the go ahead, she jumps off the bed, announcing ''I'm going to play with Cowley''

Bridget lets out a giggle, ''it's Crowley sweetie''

Pointing her finger at her mom, ''I know, that's what I said'' then she runs off screaming ''Cowley, Cowley''

Taking a deep breath, focusing on the doctor's aged face, anxiously she asked ''doc, why is he holding us hostage.''

The old man, gives her a smile, ''Bridget, he's not keeping you hostage, he's keeping you safe''

Amused she lets out ''safe? safe from what exactly?'

Seriousness in his voice ''from the men who did this too you, by now they know who you are, a up and coming famous reporter, they would want to silence you and most probably your little girl too, just because they can, remember, they must've had your purse''

His words drenching into her mind, ''wait what! your actually serious, that's just great, that's just marvelous'' screaming now, ''I didn't ask for any of this''

''I know you didn't, and I'm truly sorry, you had to go through it, but we just want to help, I promise'' he assured.

''Urghhhhh! Can't life just give me a break'' the frustration building up inside her, trying to fight back the tears, enraged she shouts at the poor old man ''LEAVE! GET OUT DAMMIT''

Crowley comes running in, ''What the hell, is going on here?'' he questioned, glaring over at her, then the doctor he gestures to the old man, he should leave a little while.

She gets up to a standing position, still dressed in the button-up shirt. ''I want you all to leave me the hell alone'' she sneered

He walks closer towards her ''listen here now, you little ungrateful ...'' he bites his bottom lip in order to stop him, from saying something horrible, instead he looks into her ocean blue eyes, ''The doctor just wants to help you''

''I know'' she snaps at him

''Then let him, dammit'' he demanded

She squeezed her eyes shut, in order to fight the burning of the tears, threating to spill over the edges.

His voice loud and deep ''Look at me dammit, you will listen to what he says''

Her eyes flung open, eyeballing the man, with his dark hair, and strong face , her voice brittle and shaky ''why'' is all she lets out

''Because....'' he couldn't even finish the sentence when she just chipped in.

''Why'' her voice breaking now ''why me, why did they have to do this to me''

He strides closer to her, feeling a little uneasy as she sways from side to side. Trying to think of a right answer, but then he sees the flood of tears running down her delicate cheeks.

Her voice barely audible ''I'm not a bad person, why do life keep testing me''

Her little body trembles with every sniffle and tear, he can't help it, he gently pulls her closer to his chest, his chin on the crown of her head, his hand caressing her hair, it seems like the embrace gave her the permission to break, perhaps the initial shock of the events that lead up to this point, needed an outlet.

Hearing his heart beating, feeling his arms around hers, the gentle stroking of her hair, as she just stood there sobbing, who would've known, that she'd find comfort in the arms of 'the devil' the aroma of cloves and pine, hits her nostrils as he held her even closer, a low roar, escapes his lips ''I'll take care of you love, let me please''

She glared up at him through her thick lashes, a soft whisper, rolls over her lips ''Okay, I'll let you'' he looked at her surprised, she can hardly believe it herself, but for some reason, he made her feel safe.

Glancing down at her, he felt the urge to taste her lips, to hold her and never let her go, but how could that be, he's only known her for a few days, he can already tell this woman, isn't a human being, but rather an angel, getting angry at himself, for feeling so out of control, he lets go of her, placing her down on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed together, his voice deep and flat again, ''You will listen understood'' he demanded.

Shocked by the sudden coldness, she couldn't even form words, to reply. She just sat there the dampness still visible on her face. She knew despite the fact of his attitude towards her now, that'd he wouldn't hurt her or Lainey , and with knowing that , she can start the recovery process, because she's going to nail these bastards, they can't just go around butchering people.

The doctor comes in again, smiling, ''let's check you out, what do you say''

Just nodding she smiles ''Where's Lainey?''

Laughing ''She made new friends with the chef, and she's eating a cookie''

''Thank you, and sorry'' she mumbles

''Don't mention in, now come on, get yourself comfortable, you shouldn't strain yourself so much'' he advised

''I won't,'' smiling now, ''I never said thank you for saving my life''

''Thank you, but mostly it was that somber man, who did the saving, I just did the stitching'' he lets out a gaggle

''Well thanks anyway,'' fighting to keep her eyes open, ''why do I feel so tired''

The doctor explains away, but soon realizes she dozed off. He laughs when he sees the tough man he knows as the Boss, the Devil, whatever you want to call him, gets dragged in by a five-year old , a big smile on her face, her little cheerful voice, brightens the room ''Mommy needs a cookie too''

Crowley goes down too the little one's height, in a soft compassionate voice ''mommy is very tired, and she's sleeping now, why don't we put her biscuits down here, okay, she can eat them later'' he takes the crumbled biscuit and places it down on the bedside table, as he turns to face the little girl again, so that he can maybe find something to distract her, so that she doesn't bother Bridget, but what his faced with, lets a smile pull at his lips, Lainey, climbed up the bed, next to her mother, and in her embrace the little one's eyes were closed as well, both mother and daughter drifted off to sleep. Taking one of the blankets, he tugged them in snugly. He walks away into the hallway, realizing that those two is tugging at his heart-strings, and he doesn't like it one bit, he is alone for varies of reasons. And with those thoughts tumbling around in his mind he walks into his office, closing the door behind him.

Chapter Four Here

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