Forced to return to Italy after a huge argument with her father because of her newly one-year-old. Could Stassia face going back to where it all started?
Her mum wants her to go live with her.
But, there's one thing stopping her.
Him.
He caused...
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06:23 a.m.
We stood outside of our new home.
I couldn't possibly be here right now. But, sometimes you have to make those sacrifices for your loved ones.
Italy is our new home. From living in London for university, to being kicked out of home in America with an eleven month old baby. Yeah.. It's kind of a lovely feeling.
The sarcasm was mentally inserted within my brain. Only reason is when my words would escape my mouth.
Talia, my step sister and bestfriend, had picked Aurora and I up from the airport about two hours ago. Along with her boyfriend, both of them were absolutely thrilled to come alone, helping me get the house that we were about to move into.
Of course I had help from other people, like my mother and stepdad? But, I wouldn't have found this exact place if it wasn't for them.
The house was right up at the end of the street, as the car rolled down towards that direction. Talia mentioned that Ricco and her had been over just before they had picked Aurora and I up from the airport, just to put the lights on and apparently they went shopping for us last night, just for a couple of essentials that were needed.
Have you ever looked at somebody and hope they stay in your life forever?
Well, my person was definitely my sister.
My darling mother had separated from my father when I was fifteen. Even though my mother had already known my now step-father, things were quite different to when we were back in Jersey.
Worst of all, my own father had kicked me out of the house because of the mistress my father had cheated on my mother with.
Even worse, the father treated his wife's daughter better than he ever treated me. While having stayed with them while I was pregnant and Aurora only being a few months old, he treated me like utter shit.
Both of them did.
I stayed in the house for as long as I could, until one day my father and I got into a huge fight due to his new wife wanting to take my daughter away from me.
Her only reason was because I was "young".
The thought of having my daughter taken away from me from that monster, brought out something in me I never thought to have. That motherly pain of being told how to parent, how to bring up my baby from someone like her.
My mother is a woman who doesn't take any bullshit from others. Especially, when it's down to her own children. I had called her the second my father and I had the fight, explaining every word that was expressed in the fight.
