𝐂𝐑𝐘ᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

ten

a/n: i love torturing you guys 💕

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  mom, nonna, and frankie convinced me to stay over at mom's house last night. i sent y/n a text telling her i was staying over that she never responded to but she read it.

i didn't really sleep last night. all i could think about was what y/n could've possibly been doing. i was upset with myself that i let my family convince me not to go home. i didn't feel right leaving her home alone for the entire night.

it's now nine the next night, and i've just woken up. i finally fell asleep at around ten this morning after worrying for hours, and i guess my family didn't want to wake me up.

i told them that i wanted to go check on y/n, so i left the twins with them to go home. i didn't know what i was going home to and i didn't want to rope the twins into anything.

on the drive, i prepared myself for absolutely anything. i prepared myself to see her knocked out on the couch and still high and drunk out of her mind. i prepared myself to see her awake in the living room, waiting for me with flowers in her hands and an apologetic smile on her face. i prepared myself to not see her at all.

as i pulled into the driveway, my chest felt heavy, almost like i had a hundred pounds of bricks resting against my chest. i shut off the car and took the keys out of the ignition before climbing out of the car.

my nails dug into the inside of my hand as i walked up to the front door. when i tried the door, it was locked, so i pulled out my key and unlocked it.

the house was unusually quiet as i shut the door behind me. there was the sound of the tv from the living room, but other than that—silence.

i slipped off my shoes and left my keys in the bowl by the door after locking up. i made my way into the living room and laid my eyes on a scene i hadn't necessarily prepared myself for.

y/n was knocked out on the couch, dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, and she was surrounded by bottles, trash, and an ashtray that had too many blunts to count laying in it.

i felt my stomach churn as i cautiously stepped closer, my arms wrapped around myself. i stepped around the bottles and stood next to the couch, taking my hand and putting it in front of y/n's nose. her breath gently brushed against my skin and i let out a sigh of relief.

looking around at the trash again, i huffed and made my way to the kitchen to grab a trash bag. i began to quietly pick up the trash, my heart breaking with every bottle or can i picked up. i tossed the blinds in the bag with them before taking it outside and throwing it next to the trash.

when i came back inside, y/n was still sound asleep. her arms were wrapped tightly around the pillow she was using, and as i looked i noticed that it was my own. the tv was quietly playing ratatouille, one of our favorites to rewatch together.

her phone was dead beside her and i plugged it into the charger that wasn't far from the couch before coming back over to her. i stared at her side profile and realized that no matter what she said or did to me, i would still love her with everything i had.

i sat myself down on the small part of the couch next to her, cautiously lowering my hand to brush her hair out of her face. i ran my fingers along her cheekbone and then her brow bone before trailing down to her lips, my thumb gently brushing them.

my cheeks were suddenly wet and i realized i was crying, but i didn't bother to wipe them away. before i knew it, i was struggling to keep my cries quiet because i didn't want to wake her up.

i sucked on my bottom lip as i stroked her hair like my mom did to me last night. "what happened, baby? what's going on with you, hm?" i whispered to her sleeping form.