Bobby shook her head, â€œIt isnâ€™t okay, youâ€™re hurt because I lead you from school, and you wouldnâ€™t have done that had we not met, andâ€¦andâ€¦ You donâ€™t deserve this! You have your whole life to study and everything, Xander youâ€™re a teen, youâ€™re supposed to be rebellious, get a drink of life!â€ Her shoulders shook as he held her, those angry gashes, so much hurting, just like her mother was dealing with.  She clung to his chest and leaned more against him. Tears starting to slow as she hiccupped. â€œI wish I could help,â€ she whispered, although her face was facing away from Xander she continued to talk. â€œI am so sorryâ€¦â€ A meow was heard from MoMo from all of the commotion.  Laying her head against Xanderâ€™s chest she listened to the beat within, and closed her eyes, crying always made her exhausted. She wasnâ€™t a big crier unless she was the cause. The overflowing guilt would always stress her out, and the tear factory would kick inâ€¦