AUGUST - pablo gavi

twenty - one // the daughter's disgrace

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hey iz,

it kinda feels like i'm speaking to a wall when i write to you. i wrote to you a while ago, no reply.

starting to think that the letter got lost on the way. reply when you can, ya?

it's kinda hard not to miss you.

- gav.

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isa didn't want to go home to her dad , but there she was , walking into her house , rolling a suitcase behind her.

she couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and embarrassment. the whole weekend had been a mess , especially on her birthday. instead of having a fun time turning eighteen, she ended up arguing with people and having a horrible day.

and people said that it's supposed to be fun turning eighteen.

isa walked over to the large staircase, placing her suitcase at the steps. she walked to the kitchen , and then heard an agitating voice coming from behind her.

"isa , you didn't reply to any of my texts all weekend." she heard her dad's voice , and she chose to walk away from it.

"not right now , dad. i've had a horrible weekend."

"oh yes ," he began , "a horrible weekend at the real madrid game with jude bellingham."

isa turned around in shock , looking at her dad , "what?"

"what we're you thinking?!" xavi scolded , "people are going to think you're insane! do you expect me not to think that you're not going to tell jude about barcelona tactics?!"

isa scoffed , "i went to his game. does that seriously make you think that i'm going to tell him that shit? i spend time with him , big deal."

"big deal? big deal?!" xavi repeated back, "it's a huge deal! you can't just visit the rivals' players! it's not just any player either , it's jude bellingham! what do you expect me to think?!"

isa walked past him and into the kitchen , her shoulder brushing against him , "i'm not talking about it — i'm not talking about it."

"you're unbelievable. did you really think that i wouldn't find out that you were at jude's game? why didn't you at least tell me before hand that you were going to be there? and then you try to justify it and act like you did nothing wrong? you're a joke." xavi said , rubbing his forehead as he finished speaking.

isa slammed her purse onto the counter , "you have a lot of nerve saying that considering you have only started caring about my actions now , and not even texting me on my birthday." she then turned her back to him , "a lot of fucking nerve." she repeated.

xavi rolled his eyes at isa's tone , "this isn't just about this weekend , isabella." he explained , "this is about how you've changed since the world cup. you've hardly been at games , you haven't bothered showing up to training , and you haven't been to school in months! you're either in madrid or arguing with anything that moves. do you have any idea how this looks to the press and the public?!"