Different Kinds of Fire

Helluva Boss Different Kinds of Fire Chapter 6 Sharing From the Heart

(In this chapter Becky shares some personal stuff from her past with her new friends)

~Becky's POV~

'Sometimes it takes one crazy unexpected incident to drive someone to their breaking point. Other times being around certain people can trigger something within you. After the Loo Loo Land incident, Blitz gave everyone a few days off to rest and recover. I was more than grateful for the time off but then again I was unconscious for the rest of the day until morning.'

'When I woke up I had bandages wrapped around both my arms and my head. Didn't think I was that injured from the fall but what do I know? I'm not a doctor. I didn't even know about the time off until Millie and Moxxie came in my room and explained everything. How I was out cold, carried back to the van and I was carried to my room once Blitz dropped us off. Blitz was the one who carried me. Apparently he's got a knack for carrying people from time-to-time. As for my bandages, I had several cuts on my arm and a huge bruise on my forehead. Okay the bruise I can understand but how did they find out about the cuts on my arms?'

'No one but I knew about the cuts on my arms. The reason, because I made those cuts myself to my body. Why? Its pretty obvious, I was a depressed, lonely, suicidal young woman on the verge of ending my life until I did it. I took my own life due to the constant neglect and abuse from others, especially my dad. I haven't told Millie and Moxxie about it and I wasn't sure I wanted to share that information; however, after they discovered the cuts on my arms I didn't have a choice. Not to mention Moxxie wouldn't stop sharing his concerns which was actually kind of sweet.'

"Oh crumbs we're all out of ointment." Said Moxxie cleaning my cuts so he could apply new bandages on my arms. "Millie is there anymore ointment or saline solution?"

"I think we're all out Moxxie." Millie said.

"Guys please, these are old cuts. There's no need to try cleaning them now, really." Said Becky.

"Nonsense! Old or not these cuts need to be tended too until they heal properly." Said Moxxie. "I don't know how you got those cuts but I refuse to let you suffer."

"I'm not suffering...least not anymore."

"Becky what happened? How did you get so many cuts on your arms?" Millie asked concerned.

"You didn't...cut yourself did you?" Moxxie asked concerned.

'They seem concerned about my well-being but I'm not sure I feel comfortable opening up. Then again, I promised Millie I would talk to her about my past. I can't go back on my word.'

"You two promise not to judge me if I share my past with you?"

"Oh sweetie we won't judge you."

"Yes, whatever's going on we just want to help you."

'Maybe they do care about me but I don't know if they mean it. Guess I could talk for a while, see what they say and how they react.'

"Okay...(deep breathe) This isn't gonna be easy to explain."

"Just take your time, talk when you feel you're ready." Said Moxxie.

"(nods) Alright...okay...(deep breathe) I...I...I went through a lot of shit growing up. My mom passed away when I was six years old due to a car crash. My dad blamed me for her death and constantly reminded me everyday about it."

"Now why would he do that?" Asked Millie.

"He hated me because my mom went out to get me a gift for my birthday and had a collision with a drunk driver who drove on the wrong side. It was a head on collision that killed both the driver and my mom instantly. (holding back the tears) I still remember the police coming to our front door, telling us the tragic news."