Used

Get out

Giulia was speed walking furiously to her house.
Tears flowing down her face whipping them off, knowing that her father's home.
But it was no use, as more tears kept pouring down.

Luca was trying to follow behind, to make an attempt to explain what happened.
Every time she breathed, she only choked on her breaths.

"Giulia wait!" Luca chased after her.
Giulia then busted the door open, the handle hitting the wall hard.
Almost creating a hole in the wall.
She tried to quickly close the door, but Luca caught it before it could fully shut.

"Giulia, please listen!"

Giulia didn't answer, as her heart was filled with to much pain that every time she speaks she chokes.

Massimo saw Giulia in the hall, running up to her room.
Massimo smiled when he saw his daughter, not knowing what's going on or how she actually feels.
He picked up a plate of pesto.

"Ah, there you are! I made your-" he was going to continue, until he heard Giulia running up the stairs.
As she didn't even bother to go into the kitchen.
"Giulietta?" Massimo said to himself.
He saw Luca in the hallway, then caught his attention before he could go upstairs.

"Luca, what's going on?" Massimo asked with concern.
Massimo looked behind him, expecting Alberto to show up behind him.
"Where's Alberto?" He asked.
Luca sighed.
"Uh...he left seignior Marcovaldo." Luca said, his shoulders slouching down.
Massimo placed the plate of pasta down on the table, then he walked behind Luca to grab his hate off the wrack.
"Do you know where he went?" He asked, placing his hat on his heart.
"I don't know, but I don't think he wants anyone looking for him." Luca said.
"Maybe not." Massimo said, putting on his hat.
Then grabbing a lantern with his one arm.
Then a cat of black an white fur purred, as he hoped up on his shoulder.
"But just in case." Finally said, the lantern then turned on.
Massimo leaving the room on the search for Alberto.
Luca watched as he left the room, then taking the opportunity to walk up the stairs to Giulia's room.
He found her door, not completely shut.
there was only a crack, as he could hear muffled crying.

Luca slowly walked up to the door knob, hesitation washed over him as his hand hovered over the knob.
He finally decided to grab the knob, slowly creaking the door open.
Only to find Giulia faced down in her pillow, hugging it like it's a person.
Her body faced the bed, her legs twisted to the side.
Her back jolting up, every time a sob was stuck in her throat.
Her cries being muffled, her pillow possibly getting wet.
Struggling to breath properly.

Luca opened the door wider, stepping into her room.
"G-Giulia?" He said with worry in his tone.
Giulia quickly pulled her head out of her pillow, looking like she was about to kill somebody.
Her teeth grinned in furry.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" She yelled, her eyes redder than ever.
Her eyes puffy, her tears stained her face as they continued to fall.

Luca jerked back, afraid she might pounce at him.
Her emotions says it all.
"Don't you have the world to explore or something!?"
She finally stood up on her feet.
"I...I-I...I'm sorry for what happened. You weren't supposed to hear that."

"So you guys been talking about ever since you guys got here!?" She yelled once more.

"N-no! That's not what I meant! I didn't know-" Luca was going to continue, until she cut him off.
"No Luca! Just shut up!"

Luca could tell (which is obvious) that Giulia had rage inside her, waiting to burst.
"Giulia just let me explain-"

"No! Alberto already explained everything on the beach, I've heard enough!" She choked on a sob once more, her fists clenched.

"Giulia, he didn't mean any of that." Luca said calmly.
"NO! He did! You see the way he looks at me! How he treats me, and every time I'm with you it looks like he's about to murder me! And he thinks I'm taking you away but In reality I'm just glad I have someone who actually cares about me because I don't have any friends and—" Giulia cut herself off.
Just talking about the subject just hurts too much.
She just wants to relieve her pain, even thought people say that crying will make you feel better.
But that only made Giulia feel the need hit something.

"Giulia...he never wanted to hurt you." Luca calmly walked closer to her, as she only took a step back.
"I would never want to hurt you either." Luca put two reassuring hands on each shoulder, Giulia looking with her glossy eyes.

"Because we're friends. And underdogs have to look out for each other...right?" Luca had a small faded smile, hoping that help Giulia out a bit.
Giulia stood there thinking, her hands slightly shaking.
She looked down at her feet to process what happened at the beach.
Only to look at the bad stuff said about her.

She then pushed off one of Luca's hands, stepping away from him.
Her eyebrows scrunched, and her hands clenched again.

"But...you...USED ME!" She shouted.
Luca stepped back, his hands in front of him in defense.
"You never wanted to be my friend!" She slowly stepped closer to him.
"You just wanted to use me as your stupid play thing, so you can get that SHITTY Vespa! Leaving me in the DUST!" She yelled in his face, Luca flinched.
"Giulia, we would never do that to you!"

"You have no idea what I've been through for the past few summers." Giulia spat.
She just wanted alone time.
She wanted to be by herself.

"Giulia! you have to listen!" Luca tried as hard as he could to explain everything, but yet she didn't want to hear another word.

"Just get out." She said, more tears falling.
"Giulia please!" Luca begged.
"Go through the window if you have to, just go!"
She yelled.
"Giulia." Luca continued, only to be aggressively pushed by her.
"Get OUT!" She shouted, pushing him out the door.
"Just leave!" She sniffled, her tears dripping on the floor.
After Giulia finally pushed Luca out the door, falling onto the ground and hitting the wall with the back of his head.

Giulia was about to slam the door, then said:
"GO GET YOUR STUPID VESPA SOMEWHERE ELSE!" She shouted, then slammed the door.

She was finally alone.
She huffed and puffed her chest, she felt like she couldn't cry anymore.
Her eyes felt dry.

She stepped back onto her bed, her breath shaky.
She sat on her pillow, her back against the wall.
Staring into nothingness, not believing what just happened as the anger from her face slowly vanished.
She banged the back of her head against the wall, then tilted her head upwards.
Closing her eyes in thought, a tear running on the side of her face.

Why...why today?