My parents constantly fought. It was a battle of arguments and cries repeatedly in our house in Monaco.
I would go out with my brother and my best friend, Charles, out to this beautiful woodlands, which was near both our homes.
It was more of an escape from hell. In the woodlands, we built our own den out of sticks, we carved our names onto trees thinking we owned the woodlands, and we would just chill there talking about our problems.
I couldn't have asked for a better brother and best friend.
My world tore down when I came back home from school and my parents told me and my brother that they were divorcing and that we were moving away to Italy with only my father.
The father that had an obsessive alcohol addiction,
the father that failed his drug test at his work and lost his job,
the father who was incompetent of taking care of me and my brother.
It felt like a betrayal from my mother. Why would she do that?
That day, I snuck out of my house when I was supposed to be packing and went to Charles' house. I threw rocks at his window until his head peeked.
"Attends je sors!" Charles exclaimed out of his window. (Hold on I'm coming!)
Charles rushed out of his suburban, Monegasque home and ran to hug me.
"Why are you out here, our next secret woodland meeting is tomorrow at 4?" He asked confused,
"I won't be able to come I'm sorry," I struggled to get my words out trying to refrain from crying,
"That's fine don't be upset I'm not mad mon cherie, we can do it on Friday!" He reassured,
"No we can't, I won't be able to ever," I let out with tears sorrowfully rolling down my cheek,
Charles' eyebrows furrowed confused,
"What? Why?" He asked,
"Because I'm moving to Italy, they actually got divorced," I cried out as Charles wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly,
"They finally got divorced? I'm surprised myself," Charles let out whispering as his face was right next to my ear.
"I'm so sorry Charles," I mumbled for mercy,
"It's not your fault Mal, you've done nothing wrong," Charles comforted me.
There was an undaunted silence between us. It felt so consoling and fulfilled. However it broke my heart this was going to be our last hug.
"Let's make a pact that we'll send each other letters every single day and keep in contact," Charles offered with a brilliant idea,
"Mhm that sounds like a great idea, I'll miss you Leclerc,"
"I'll miss you too Bianco, I actually need to confess something before you go,"
"What is it?"
"I-" Charles got interrupted by a loud shout from behind us.
It was my dad. And he was furious.
"Malina Manon Bianco get here right now!" He scolded,
"Tell me on your letter," I said in fear to Charles as I had to go to my dad.
"I will I promise!" Charles shouted as my dad pulled me away.
I sent him a letter when I got to Italy including my address and everything he needed to send a letter to me.
However I had never heard from him again.
I had relentlessly tried sending letters everyday for about a year to him but yet I never got a response and eventually found no hope.
Years I spent thinking I was at fault. But slowly I realised I can't do anything about it anymore. It was just a stupid childhood crush.
Growing older, all the kids in my class had gotten gifted phones and laptops from their parents. But my dad refused to get me or my brother anything to do with electronics as he believed they were going to take over the world and kill us. What a silly man.
I had started working at this café underneath my flat when I turned 16.
This was so I could afford to buy food for me, my brother and my dad as my dad only worked at a bar to use the money for alcohol and drugs.
I had met my best friend Carolina as she worked in the same café as me. She always has been like a sister to me and always let me and my brother, Marcel, sleep round whenever my father was having a rage moment.
On a Friday night, I was staying round Carolina's with Marcel and we were sitting in the living room waiting for Carolina's grandma to make the best pasta in the world. We were shit talking our colleagues at the café as they literally had no brain cells.
Me and Carolina had been saving up for about 6 years to move away from Italy and live in Monaco as she had a boyfriend there and my brother and I couldn't stand Italy anymore and wanted to go back to our home country.
I had to save up double the amount as I was also paying for Marcel's tickets. Ungrateful bastard.
"We've finally got all the money and even a ton extra," I exclaimed,
We were all so happy about it.
Carolina took her laptop from her room to the living room and opened up an airline website to buy our tickets.
It was all scheduled that our flight would be tomorrow at 6 in the afternoon.
Marcel and I couldn't tell our dad as he would get violent and not let us leave at all. We had come up with a plan that we will just say we're sleeping round Carolina's again and pack all our clothes.
I was praying for this to work. Finally meet our mum again.
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FanfictionThe closest of friends split apart when they were young due to Malina having to move to Italy with her cruel father. Both Charles and Malina promised they'd never stop sending letters to each other. It was like that until Malina was left with no mor...
