Y/N pov:
I think I need to go online shopping. all my favourite clothing stores are all having a sale for this time of summer, so I think I will pick up some basics. So far I have three different ribbed tanks in every colour and a nice white skirt.
"Hey sis," I hear. I look over and see my older brother Christian. Christian is three years older than me, he is 19, and he left home when he turned 18 because of my mum.
"Oh hi," I say bluntly before turning back to my phone.
"What a way to greet your brother."
"What do you want, Christian? Trying to online shop here."
"I'm having friends over so I need you to get out of the kitchen and go somewhere else."
"Wow, how nice," I reply before getting the hell out of there.
I walk into the living room and take a seat on my side of the couch, completely oblivious to what is going on around me, until I hear an annoying voice speak.
"Well, I knew you were rude, but not this rude," my mum's voice echoes through my ears.
"What do you want Mum, I am busy," I say without even looking up from my phone.
"Well, first you walk into the room without even looking at me, then you talk back."
"Oh my God, can you just leave the house today, you are so annoying."
"That's very rude of you Y/N. Yes your dad and I are getting a divorce but that doesn't mean you can be rude to me."
"Do you want to write that down because you love yourself more than anyone else?"
"Listen, you little shit. I never wanted another child. I was happy with just Christian, but your dad wanted another baby, so we had you. I thought I would learn to love you, but you made that impossible. You took everything from me. Everything. I had to turn down jobs and fun trips with friends because you were a baby and needed to be looked after and your dad didn't want a maid to look after you. You took away my body, my mental health and now you're taking away my husband because he can't see the devil that lives inside you. I can't stand you, you are a little brat,' she slaps me, before I run upstairs to my room in tears.
Why did she have to stay with us while the divorce was being finalised, why can't she just get ther hell out of here? Why can't she just leave me alone?
I curled up into a ball with my back against the door, tears streaming down my face as I listened to my dad shout at my mum. I just stayed there for a while, not thinking, just sitting, until I heard the phone ring.
I let it ring out, not bothering to see who it was. The ringing stopped for 10 seconds before starting again, giving me an idea of who was ringing. I get up slowly, feeling every joint in my body crack, and walk over to my bed to see Alessandro calling me. I quickly wipe my tears and answer the phone.
"Hey Princess," Alessandro says smiling at me through the phone.
"Um hi," I say quietly, sniffing at the snot in my stuffy nose.
"Princess, are you okay? You look like you've been crying," he asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say.
"Are you sure, because I can come over if you need me?"
Before I can answer I hear my mum screaming at the top of her lungs, "She's not my daughter, she's a monster who has taken everything from me".
"Come quickly, please," I say quietly.
"I'll be there in 5 minutes," he tells me before hanging up.
I feel numb. I wish I could never see my mum again, but my dad still wants me to see her at least once a month. I don't know what to do. I go over to my window and open the window before climbing on the ledgeand sit on it. I just sit there, I can't move.
"Hey Princess, are you ok?" I look up and see Alessandro climbing on our roof.
I give him a look and he says, "Right, stupid question."
He climbs all the way up and sits down next to me. I lay my head on top of his shoulder and just look out at the park and all the little children running around.
Tears fall from my eyes as I remember all the nasty things my mother said to me. I turn to Alessandro and he kisses me on the lips.
After three seconds he pulls away and says "I promise everything will be fine, come on darling, just let everything go and concentrate on me and where we are".
And we just sit there for hours, watching the sunset, saying nothing.
