Error wanted rest! Not be a Imp...Oh well (Discontinued read description.)

Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Here we go everyone! Make sure not skip the very end as there announcement!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments, bad flirts and needles.

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

I don't own music.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Maria tries her best.

What parent wouldn't try their best to help their children? Of course, in hell many families can be prick, abusive or have no care for their child. In Wrath families can be rough, many are judgmental, and tough to the nail in different ways. We're their parents who are pricks, abusive or don't care for their children here? Oh, most definitely.

Yet, you can't deny Wrathian are damn protective of their children's. At least ones that actually care. Do whatever they can to help. If both sides drop the tough exterior to talk, or give a clue on the issue. Still, many have different ways to help.

When Maria got full down from Moxxie, after they stop crying along with putting Bombproof in a separate stable, on everything that happen the last 72 hours along with dating Striker. She had to get a bottle of whiskey and shot glasses. Just one for each of them.

It was a lot to say the least. Along with holding back to not go after everyone at them. Then she got to keep her head calm down to think rationally.

This was a mess. That was putting it down very nicely. None the less her first priority was Moxxie.

Moxxie who the past four days either stayed on the couch or been outside with Bombproof. We're on occasion texting but from what they only could tell and told. It was only with Millie. Once on a different phone but only saw once. Unless she passed out. Only she would get out of bed if Maria asked them to help them outside. Which they followed along like a zombie. At least was cooperating with that and the pair getting Bombproof use to Crucible. Then with Bolt. In and out of disguise which shock the hellhorse.

It was amusing to watch. At least we can stand each other. So, the first few good steps.

Now Maria doesn't like Moxxie being like a slump of potato sack. But was giving them a certain amount of space. Until she steps in to get them to do anything. To not be trapped in their mind. Destroying themselves in a situation that got out of hand. Won't eat. Or they did get them eat just shove it down with barely a crunch. Then when it's time to sleep she been held them on the couch. Didn't try to leave her either but wouldn't sleep.

"Mox, you need to rest your eyes." Maria mumbled as she sat on the end of the couch. Moxxie head was on her lap wrapped in blanket. Brush his hair that needed a wash.

The little Imp said nothing. Glasses off with their eyes half lidded. Either looking at the blanket, the table, walls or even the floor. It was hard to figure out. It could also be staring at nothing.

"Sorry."

A repeat of sorry. Now what could it be? Well, hard to tell what the sorry was focused on.

Sorry, not telling her about the relationship with Striker? Okay, that one did hurt slightly. At the same time, she can't fault them for that. Moxxie wanted to make sure this relationship would actually work. They are adults. It was their business. A relationship not use to at all and never had. Heck, we're planning on telling her after Striker comes back from his 'trip'.  It didn't mean if she sees Striker again there wouldn't be a talk.