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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟙: 𝔻𝕒𝕕'𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

"I'm going to kill myself." I smashed my head against the kitchen island.

I've been starting at my phone for two whole days, waiting for a message from Jace.
What is taking them so long? I know it's not a short drive, but two days? What if something happened?

"Okay, I'm sending him another message." I decided, picking up the phone from the table.

"I think I'll take that." Amadeo quickly snatched it out of my hand, and I looked up at him with wide eyes. "No, I need to know what's going on!"

He placed my phone on the highest cabinet, far away from my reach. "You've sent him fifty messages, just this morning." he chuckled. "Don't worry, your buddies are fine."

I sighed in defeat. I did send him too many messages, to which he responded with a repetitive 'Shut up'.

But how can I shut up? What if they were mugged? Oh, shit. What if Keyla found them?

Ares and his annoying personality will be the first to go. This dude will probably tell Keyla how he enjoyed kissing his girlfriend right under his nose.

And Theo! He-

Well, Theo will survive. He'll become Keyla's jester or something.

"I can see that brain of yours running too fast. Here, take this." Amadeo flicked my forehead and placed a plate full of brownies in front of me.

So that's what he's been doing this whole time.

I left my room like half an hour ago, and immediately headed to the kitchen.
I'm a simple girl, okay? I smell something good, I follow it.

"This is so good." I commented, mouth full of chocolate. "You don't look like the baker type."

And I wasn't lying.
Let's just get it out there- Amadeo is huge. I mean, the guy even has muscles in his ears.

Who has muscles in their ears?

"Well," he sat down next to me. "Our mom used to make these all the time."

I looked down to the plate.

All my life I used to believe they abandoned me, left me to rot in that place.
It's so hard to deal with the fact that none of it was true.
I had a mom and a dad who kept looking for me, but eventually died before they could find me.

"What were they like? You know... Our parents?" I whispered, drawing circles with my finger on the table.

He breathed heavily before answering.
"Mom was the best woman ever. She had so much love in her, and even though she was hurting, she tried her best to be happy for us." he smiled sadly and nudged me by the shoulder. "You look so much like her, you know?"

I smiled genuinely at him. The way his voice softened when he talked about her... I wish I could meet her.

"And... And dad?" even though this word seems so foreign to me, I felt like I owed him at least that. My hatred towards him wasn't his fault, he wanted me.