✧𝐅𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬✧ (DISCONTINUED)

The Aftermath

Every day for about a week since the incident at Ozzie's, Blitz's days went about the same way, he'd wake up, hungover, throw up, take some painkillers, go into work, get asked if he was okay, reply in a very unconvincing way, hole up in his office for hours, kill people for clients very unenthusiastically, go home late, look through his photo gallery, cry, drink copious amounts of alcohol, and regret it the following day.

This day was no different, Blitz had just entered the office, and Moxxie asked his normal question, "Sir, are you SURE you don't need to talk you seem rough-" Blitz had cut him off, as usual. "Mox, don't get your dick in a twist just because I'm a bit hungover." Millie attempted to ask a question too but was also cut off by the slamming of Blitz's office door. He plopped down on his large leather seat and sighed. Even he knew he couldn't keep this up. As much as he hated to admit it, he actually missed  Stolas' company. Every time he got into some sort of relationship, he was far too stubborn to admit anything, he hated admitting any sort of feelings because he knew as soon as he got attached to ANYONE it would only go downhill. Fizzaroli? Got attached, fucked up, and lost it all. Verosika? Got attached, denied it, fucked up, and lost it all.

Just thinking about everything, Blitz was already on the verge of tears. So he did the most logical thing: grab the nearest bottle of alcohol and drink.



Stolas had been having a hard time. The divorce trial hadn't even begun and he already's destroyed. He feels awful for Octavia, the only reason he didn't divorce Stella before was because of her. But he'd been broken too far and snapped. He'd basically given up at this point, not having left his room since his and Stella's argument on the balcony. His phone went off again. He's been giving several half-assed responses to Octavia's questions about what's happening the entire time because he hardly has the energy to feed himself, not tell his beloved daughter that her life is most likely to crumble around her from here on out.

On the other hand, what he wanted to do to settle his other set of affairs is almost ready. A set of Asmodean Crystals for the employees of I.M.P, so he could cut the deal with Blitzo, considering he knows how Blitzo feels about... the transactions that take place, but it would still take half a week until then and unfortunately... It lines up with the full moon. Blitz won't show up, because why would he? Even if Stolas doesn't have the book for a while longer it can't end up bad... can't it?

His head perked as he heard a barrage of knocks on his door. He heard someone unexpected shout through the door. "Dad! What the hell is going on between you and mum?!" It was at this very moment that he knew he had to break the news. "Via- darling- weren't you staying at your mother's this week?" He heard an exasperated sigh from behind the door. "I was staying there until Mum came home and started shit-talking about you-" Stolas cut in. "Language, Via." He heard another annoyed sigh. "Dad, just answer the question, stop avoiding it." No response from Stolas this time. "You know what, I'm just coming in." A few seconds pass and-

Click.

The flimsy lock on Stolas' door came loose and Octavia stepped in, the outside light brightening the dark room, the first thing she saw was the rolling empty pill bottle on the floor. She looked over at Stolas, who was sitting on his bed, in his robe, not even having washed the smudged eyeliner off his face from when he cried, but then again, he probably expected it to come off from the tears alone. Octavia's expression changed from annoyance to a genuine worry. "Dad..?" She walked up to him. "Dad, tell me what happened. Please." No response, just Stolas staring at the floor. "Dad- please just-" Stolas stared directly at Octavia, not being able to cope anymore. "I RUINED EVERYTHING, VIA." Octavia stepped back, now with even more worry. "I-I-me- me and your mother are getting a divorce-" Octavia didn't even get to mouth a word before she got interrupted. "I'm so sorry Via. I'm such a terrible father, everything that's happened was my fault. I should've just... shut up and not done anything- I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have believed that he- I-" He didn't finish. "Dad..." Octavia was now fully concerned for her father's health. "Dad. It's not entirely your fault. I mean- mum was being a bitch to you the entire time- you hardly fought back... Besides... you seemed happier when he was around-" Stolas took a deep breath. "That's the worst part Via. I actually thought there was something there. I was too idiotic to see the facts. I was just obsessed with the idea of having someone who actually enjoyed my company. Especially someone who I've known from childhood." This was new. Octavia didn't know this. "You've known him that long?" Stolas' expression grew more pained the more he dived deeper and deeper in. "Yes, I have. In fact, he was the first ever person I could consider a 'friend'. Albeit it was only for a few months before he got pulled away by his dad." Octavia now felt obligated to help her dad, this was the man who put up with years of constant verbal, mental, and even physical abuse just to give her the illusion of a normal family. "Hey, dad, I'm going to go get you something to eat and drink, just give me a second." Stolas smiled a bit, although it was a pained one. "Alright my Starfire, don't worry too much about me, please." Octavia left the room and left Stolas alone.

989 words.