What is he doing here? He didn't even call me. He seems me like a torn ragdoll. I'm so embarrassed and so nervous. His eyes were wide as dinner plates. I'm so sorry he had to stop by and see me looking like this. I stand up.
"What are you doing here?" I ask pulling up by robe.
"You're... daughter... called me." Blitzy stutters.
"Ah. Well. I'm fine." I think it's ovbious I'm lying.
I turn.
"Please don't look at me!" I yell.
I run int the bathroom and slam the door. I look awful and the worst part is I did this to myself. I'm not even sorry I did this to myself. I deserved it. I've messed up so much in my life. My love life, which wasn't really a life. I've ruined things with my beloved daughter. Tears stream down my face.
"Stolas, talk to me." Blitzy says with a gentle voice.
"It's just. I'm scared." I say.
"Scared of what?" He asks.
"I'm scared of being alone. I destroyed my family. I destroyed my chances... with you." I say.
"You're not the only one who fucked up your family." Blitzy says.
I sit up from the curl I was in.
"Listen... I'm not good at this, but I get it." He says.
"How so?" I ask.
"Let me tell you." He says.
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FanfictionThis will be the saddest book I've ever written. I watched the most recent Helluva Boss episode, and it broke me. It was so happy and sad at the same time. While I watched all the episodes and fanfics, I've realized how much trauma Blitzo has. Blitz...
