Ballerina | Fezco

009.

Mar.12,2022
10:00 pm

italics - the past
Bold - screaming
Regular - the present
𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 - thoughts
Narrator's POV

"Papi do I have to be with him?"

"Yes, you do and there is no other way of doing it."

As Blossom's mind went back to the memories of the beginning of the worst years of her life. One memory was specifically unlocked.

Her father was in huge debt with Nicolas's father, Il diavolo. Translated into "the devil" in English. He would do anything to forgive his debt and when a 15 year old Nicolas had a little crush on Blossom, things went downhill.

Blossom's father found out and offered her to forgive his debt. And of course, Il diavolo kindly accepted the offer to help his son out. Forcing her to date Nic until he decided he was tired of Blossom.

Blossom's sat in the chair waiting patiently for him to come. Bouncing her leg up and down, nervous to what will come.

She saw him walk down with a police officer behind him. She picked up the phone with shaky hands.

"Hi papi"

"Hello Blossom." He said. "What are doing here? I thought you hated me."

"I do but this has to do with Il diavolo" Blossom said

Her dad was taken back from her words. "What do you mean?"

"I mean he wants his money and he wants it by Friday." Blossom said looking him in the eyes. "All I need is the safe password."

"I can't let you get involved with him."

"Now you don't want me to get involved with him." Blossom said getting pissed. "Where the fuck were you when I was fifteen being forced to date his son? Huh?"

"Blossom calm down." He tried

"No, cause you put me through so much and you can't just give me the fucking password." Blossom said with tears in her eyes.

"After I lost your mother, I didn't know what to do."

Blossom scoffed. "So you started abusing your kids and became an addict."

"Blossom you don't understand-" her father started

"No you don't understand!" Blossom cried. "I lost her too. She died in my arms, papi. In my fucking arms. But I still raised Jasiel. I still took care of you when you were passed out drunk on the front yard. I was the one who took all the beatings. Yet, you still act like your fucking innocent."

He stared at her with tears in his eyes. Not knowing what to say. "12051007."

"What?"

"The password is 12051007. Your birthday then Jasiel's." Her dad said

"Thank you"

"No problem"

Blossom was about to hung up the phone, when he said something. "Blossom, whatever you do, don't get back together with Nic."