I sit in my bathtub. I put my face into the water. Octavia left again. I'm alone. Blitzy hasn't returned any of my calls. He left so quickly. I didn't even get to talk to him. His story sounded a lot like mine. We've both destroyed something long ago. He made me feel not worthless. He made me feel... loved.
I scrub my leg with soap. I put it into the water. Should I try calling him again? I should, right? He's been looking so depressed lately. He's been fucking me harder and asks me to fuck him harder.
He made me feel like I'm important. He made me feel like I'm at home. I've always had a thing for Blitzy. Ever since the circus. He was so cute and so beautiful. It's like I was staring at an angel from Heaven.
I hear the phone ring. I turn. I take it.
"Hello, Blitzy. I've missed you dearly." I coo.
"It's Moxxie. You're highness." Moxxie says through the phone.
"Oh. You're Blitzy's employee." I say.
"Well, I was." He sighs.
"What? What happened??" I ask.
His voice shuts off.
"Never mind how's Blitzy?" I ask.
"Honestly sir... not good." His voice darkens.
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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...
