Iron Wall: Home to Dense Idiots

The Moth's Revenge

WARNING: This chapter has features alcoholism and child abuse. I won't go into detail, but it psychically happens in this chapter and has been implied to have been going on for several years. The last thing I want to do is make anyone relive bad memories, so I'm making a note of it here. Thanks for reading! <3

Big Baby: THEREISANANOTHERMOTHINTHEGYMSOMEONEPLEASE

Quiet Giant: I think Kogane needs help.

Disco Bitch: Yeah no shit

Best Mom: Kogane what's wrong?

Big Baby: 😨😨😨

Big Baby: 😱💀😱😱😱

Big Baby: 😭😭🦋😭😭😭

Smug Bastard: Someone who speaks idiot, please translate

Creepy Uncle: I think a moth is a gym

Big Baby: YEAH

Barbeque Dad: And Now you can type properly???

Big Baby: SOMEONE PLEASE

Save Him: It's like an inch tall. You're 6 feet. Just kill it.

Big Baby: But it's scary 😔😔😔

Smol Wall: I'm coming. I'll help you.

Big Baby: THANK YOU 😭😭😭

Smol Wall: Um....

Local Monk: ?

Best Mom: What's wrong?

Smol Wall has sent a picture (It's a butterfly in his palm)

Smol Wall: Kogane this is a butterfly

Big Baby: oh

Smug Bastard: THIS WAS ALL OVER A BUTTERFLY???

Worship Me Fools: Imao, this was better than I thought

Barbeque Dad: You did this?

Worship Me Fools: I thought it would be funny

Worship Me Fools: Plus I wanted to cause chaos

Creepy Uncle: Speaking of chaos, did anyone see Luc?

Disco Bitch: Yea, I didn't see him at practice

Best Mom: Oh, he told me he was going home. He said he wasn't feeling well.

Smug Bastard: Wow. Didn't he go to practice with a fever?

Creepy Uncle: Several times.

Big Baby: I wonder how sick to not come...I hope he feels better!

Luciel sighed, opening the door. He didn't feel like going to practice today. He just wanted to go home, do his homework, and lay in bed the rest of the day. Maybe play a game on his switch, but otherwise, he just wanted to...not exist? Yeah, that sounds good.

As he slips off his shoes and puts them away he walks through the living room. With the way the house is set up, he can see the kitchen counter, which had stools on the side in the dining room. He stops, noticing the bottle of wine on the counter. Half-empty.

He let out a curse. There was only one person in the house who drinks at 3 pm on a Thursday.

His step-mom.

He really didn't want to deal with her. She was....something, and he didn't want to deal with her shit. Especially her drunk shit. The glass was there, so she's somewhere in the house. His best chance was to try and sneak up to his room.

He gripped the strap of his bag tightly, and carefully, ever so slightly, began to walk towards the stairs. He was wearing socks, bird-themed ones to match his earrings, which thankfully muffled his steps. Just as he grabbed the banister, about to be home free-

"Stop," Luc mumbled a curse. He was so close! He sighed and turned around to face her. Mrs.Michelle, as she told him to call her when his dad wasn't around, was glaring at her. The former libero knew she was most likely buzzed, if not drunk. As usual, she was wearing an expensive-looking blouse and pants. Her blond shoulder-length hair is loose. She was wearing her fur coat and had her sunglasses, so she must have been about to leave.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Going to my room. I have homework."

"I thought you had practice."

"Canceled."

"Hmph. I don't know why you waste your time with that stupid sport. It's terrible."

"We'll agree to disagree," Luc said through gritted teeth. He was trying to keep his composure, as he knew she would take any chance to dish out some justice "I'm gonna go now." He turns around and only manages to get up 3 steps.

"Don't you ignore me!" She grabbed Luc's braid and yanked it. He landed hard on his back, sprawled on the steps, and getting the wind knocked out of him. He winces, having bumping his head pretty bad.

"You leave when I tell you too. Got that?"

"Yes...." He said, still out of breath

"Yes, what?!"

"....Yes Mrs.Michelle. I won't do it again."

"Good. God, I don't even know why your teammates hang out with you. You're such a disappointment." She huffed, walking away. Luc laid there, eventually hearing the door open and close, signifying her departure.

A few minutes later he sighed, getting up. He walked up to his room, setting his bag down before heading to the bathroom. Yep. He had a bruise. Only now he didn't really have an excuse. Unless he said he fell down the stairs. He did technically did that.....

....Yeah, he'll say that.

He's just thankful there was no broken glass this time.

AN: :)