𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄, damiano david

━━𝟒𝟕.𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

The next morning I was woken up by my phone ringing. Damiano's arm was over my body and I had to turn out of it to reach the bedside cabinet. He said something, but I didn't understand it over the ringing.

There was no name on the display, only a number I hadn't saved.
"Hello?" I asked after answering the call.

No one answered for a few seconds, "Hello, who is this?", I asked again a little louder, my voice still a little scratchy because I had just woken up.
"Hello daughter," oh no. Not my father, please don't.

"I see you're in Italy. With Damiano," he said softly and I cursed under my breath. It had been a stupid idea to drive to the house. He had seen the camera footage.
"What do you want?" I asked in a shaky voice, hearing his soft laughter in the background, I felt sick.

"Maybe I'll pay you a little visit.", he said then and I felt dizzy, I saw black dots in front of my eyes, "Why can't you just leave me alone?", it sounded whiny, although I would have preferred to scream.

"You're my daughter, Coraline.", the way he pronounced my name like it was the most vile thing he'd ever heard made my stomach turn, "I will be allowed to speak and see my daughter yes."
"Just leave me alone, you've always loathed me anyway, be glad I'm not a burden to you anymore," I hissed angrier now.

She's never known love
Only a father who's not much of a father

"Oh, Coraline, don't be like that. Show your father some respect," he sounded so smug, I couldn't believe it, "For years I've taken care of you and your sister, that deserves some gratitude, you should at least give me back the money I spent on you and her, after all, you and your boyfriend are successful," so that's what it was all about for him. He wanted money so that he could buy more alcohol and drugs that would destroy his already worn-out body. "Only you believe that. As if I owe you anything."

"We'll see about that, Coraline. You wouldn't happen to be in the studio with your boyfriend and his band, would you? And Sophia, is she there too?", I wanted to throw up when he said that.
"I hate you-", I replied weakly, he laughed and then hung up and left me feeling sick to my stomach and like I was going to lose consciousness at any moment.

"Who was that?" asked Damiano quietly, his head still on the pillow and I suspected he hadn't heard a word of the conversation he looked so tired.

"My father..." I murmured, then put my hand to my forehead to cool myself down, but I couldn't. I was so tired. I lay close to Damiano, touched his body with mine and let it calm me. He straightened up a little, "Your father?" he asked.
"Yes," I said softly, suddenly incredibly exhausted.

"What did he want?"
"He wants money, he knows I'm here," I answered weakly, and that really woke Damiano up. "He saw the footage from the camera?" he asked in alarm and I nodded, "Cora, that's not good at all. Do you think he'll come here?", I nodded again.
"How much money does he want?"

"I have no idea, but I'm not going to give him a single cent, that asshole doesn't deserve it," I snapped then Damiano groaned, "Cora, it's not that simple. If he comes here something else can happen, remember you ended up in hospital last time. Either we give him his fucking money or you have to make sure he can't come near you again. As soon as possible.", Damiano then said seriously and I frowned, "There's no point in giving him money at all, he'll just want more and more and won't leave us alone."

"Then you have to turn him in, Love. It can't go on like this," Damiano decided and I nodded slowly, "Yes, you're right. I should really do it, after all, that was one of the reasons I came here," I agreed with him, then I thought of something, "Please don't tell Sophia that he knows where we are. Don't tell the others either, I don't want them to worry unnecessarily," I begged him and he reluctantly agreed.