Vaggie The Moth Babe

Chapter 25: Tears at Breakfast

Back in the quiet of their bedroom, Charlie and Vaggie sat together, the remnants of a simple breakfast spread out before them on the bed. The atmosphere was heavy, far removed from the laughter and intimate warmth of the previous night. Charlie had barely touched her food, her fork idly poking at a piece of toast. Her eyes were distant, lost in thought, and the usual spark that danced in them was nowhere to be found.

Vaggie, sitting beside her, noticed immediately that something was wrong. She placed a gentle hand on Charlie's back, her fingers lightly rubbing in slow circles. "Charlie... are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

Charlie took a deep breath, but it seemed to catch in her throat. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to hold back the tears that were already forming. "I just... I don't understand," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Vaggie's brow furrowed, her concern deepening. "What don't you understand, babe?"

Charlie's hands began to tremble as she set her fork down. She pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them in a protective gesture. And then, without warning, the tears started to fall, silently at first, before her shoulders began to shake with quiet sobs.

"Why..." she started, her voice cracking. "Why is my dad acting like this? Why is he... being so perverted, so shameless? It's like he doesn't care about anyone or anything anymore. Not even about what's right."

Vaggie moved closer, wrapping her arm around Charlie's shoulders and pulling her into a comforting embrace. She could feel the heartbreak in every word Charlie spoke, and it hurt her to see her girlfriend so upset.

"I mean, he's supposed to be Lucifer," Charlie continued through her sobs, her words tumbling out as if they had been held back for too long. "He's supposed to be... my father. He used to be so powerful, so... dignified, in his own way. Even if he's the King of Hell, he's still my dad. But now... now he's just acting like a... a fucking pervert!" Her voice broke with frustration, the hurt clearly bubbling over.

Vaggie held her tighter, her own heart aching for Charlie. "I know, Charlie. I know it's hard. He's been... different lately. But you're not alone in this. I'm here with you."

Charlie wiped at her eyes, trying to calm her tears, but they kept coming. "And what about my mom?" she asked, her voice shaking again. "I know they're divorced, but she's still his partner, or... was. How could he just ignore all of that? It's like nothing means anything to him anymore. Like everything is just a game or... or a joke."

Vaggie didn't know what to say. She had her own complicated feelings about Lucifer, but seeing the pain he was causing Charlie was unbearable. She wished she could make it all better, but this was a wound that only time, or perhaps a deep conversation with her father, could heal.

"He's not thinking about anyone but himself," Charlie continued, her tears coming heavier now, her voice barely more than a whisper. "It's like... like he's forgotten that he's supposed to be more than just some arrogant king. He's supposed to be my father, but instead he's out there... acting like some... disgusting creep with Angel. He doesn't care about my feelings. He doesn't even care about my mom's feelings."

Vaggie gently stroked Charlie's hair, whispering softly to her, "I don't think he's forgotten, Charlie. I think... I think he's lost, in his own way. But you can't blame yourself for his actions. This isn't your fault."

Charlie shook her head, more tears streaming down her cheeks. "I just wish he could be the dad I used to know. The one who, even in Hell, seemed to have some sense of... of dignity. The one who at least cared about me, and about my mom. It's like he's completely lost touch with reality."

Vaggie's heart broke a little more with each word Charlie spoke. She had never seen Charlie so vulnerable, so torn apart by her father's behavior. She wished there was something, anything, she could do to fix it.

"He'll always care about you," Vaggie said softly, pulling Charlie even closer. "Maybe... maybe he just doesn't know how to show it anymore."

Charlie let out a shaky breath, leaning into Vaggie's embrace. "Maybe," she whispered. "But right now... it feels like he's just slipping away. And I don't know how to reach him anymore."

For a moment, they sat in silence, Charlie's quiet sobs filling the room as Vaggie held her close. The weight of her father's actions hung heavily between them, a shadow that neither of them could fully escape. But in that moment, all Vaggie could do was be there for her, offering the comfort and love that Charlie desperately needed.

"We'll figure this out," Vaggie whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Charlie's temple. "Together. We'll get through this."

Charlie nodded, her tears slowly starting to subside, though the pain still lingered. She clung to Vaggie, feeling the warmth of her presence, the stability that she so desperately needed.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," Charlie whispered, her voice small but sincere.

"You'll never have to find out," Vaggie replied, her tone full of quiet determination.

As the morning sun streamed through the curtains, the two of them sat together in the comforting silence, finding strength in each other as they faced the uncertainty ahead.