Forbidden Love

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E L I A S

Coming back to my house was a nightmare, its why i always stayed out till late at night and came back when I was sure everyone was asleep.

But today, unfortunately, I had to come back home directly after school because my father wanted Mateo and I to attend a dinner at the Country club for his company or whatever.

But since when does that happen?

School ends at 2.30PM, it was now 6PM and I was just now coming back home. Its not my fault- I was at Julian's house, coach wanted to meet me and that meeting with my counselor finished later that I thought it would but the dinner isn't until 7PM.

I pull into the driveway, get out of my car and head into the house. I head into the kitchen and find my mother cutting up the roots of flowers.

"Sei in ritardo, caro. Tuo padre è già arrabbiato." She sighs.

You're late, dear. Your father is already mad.

I sigh. "Conosco ma. Comunque la cena non inizia fini a tardi."

I know, mom. The dinner doesn't start till later anyway.

"Si, lo so, ma è meglio seguire le sue regole invece di rendere le cose più difficili per tutti noi." She says.

I know, but its better to follow his rules instead of making things harder for all of us.

One thing I hated about my mother was it didn't matter how much in the wrong my mother was, it was never his fault.

"Dovrebbe essere contento che io abbia anche accettato questa merda, avevo altri piani." I say.

He should be glad im even coming to this shit, I had better plans.

"Elias, vai a prepararti." She mutters, shaking her head.

Elias, go get ready.

I ignore whatever else she has to say and get up the stairs to my room but then my father of course just had to also be going down the stairs.

I knew I should've used the elevator.

"You're late."

I sigh. "Yeah, like three hours."

"Your brother made an effort to come home before school even finished."

"Unlike him, I've got football and meetings with my counselor every single day." I say.

"Why do you need to meet with a counselor?"

"Why do you think?" I snap.

"You're doing drugs again?"

I sigh. "I never did drugs, pa, it was a one time thing."

He rolls his eyes. "I know what I saw, Elias."

"Im going to my counselor because im behind in most of my classes and I keep getting in trouble." I mutter, trying to get the drugs off his mind.

"And why is that? You're always home late and out drinking. Do you want to be sent back to rehab?"