•~𝕎𝔸ℝ𝕄𝕋ℍ~• (𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 '𝓖𝓪𝔃' 𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝔁 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓝𝓮𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

•ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟•

It had been a couple of days since Y/n was held against their will. Ever since then they became paranoid whenever they walked outside, and would barley leave the cafe out of fear.

They felt pathetic for hiding like this...but they didn't want to end dead somewhere in a alleyway...or worse...

Speaking off, Y/n never did end up telling their father what happened, they came up with some bullshit excuse that some kids were being dumb, bumping into them, and causing them to fall on their face.

Y/n felt bad for lying, but something told them that their father was hiding something big from them. Well, that much was obvious since the mystery man demanded for their father...it was too big of a coincidence to be just a simple fluke...especially with how easy it seemed for the man to just willingly ready to cause a murder scene.

Nevertheless, Y/n tried to continue on with their life, trying to forget that the incident even took place. But it always came back crawling into the depths of their mind, sending them into spirals within their sleepless nights. The heavy thought of someone being out for their father brought fear and anxiety into their life.

'Maybe I should ask my Papá...? Surely...surely he would tell me...right?' Y/n pondered the same question over and over again. Hesitating to actually seek anything answers, but knowing that if it's something important, than it must asked.

When the day rolled over to the next morning, Y/n woke up and cooked breakfast. It was one the days where the café was closed, and Y/n decided to butter up their father to get information.

"Good morning Mio Angelo..." Piero yawned, his grey and brown hair frizzled up. He wore a simple white shirt, and some funny looking shorts....and...crocs...

"You need to throw those things out Papá." Y/n groaned at the crocs, they were barley hanging onto whatever durability they had left.

"What? My crocs? Nonsense! They still have some life into them." Piero grinned confidently striding the rest of the way into the kitchen. That was until the back park of the croc broke...

Piero grumbled to himself simply looking for some tape to hold the withering crocs together for the time being.

Y/n stayed silent, wanting to laugh at their father's terrible timing with his words, but at the moment they were occupied with their own doubts.

Once Piero sat down, Y/n handed him his plate, taking a seat in front of him. The two ate in silence, which isn't normal for the two.

"Y/n? Everything all right? It's been nearly two minutes and you haven't said anything?" Piero lightly joked, but he gave a concern look.

"...Is there anything that you're hiding from me...?" Y/n asked straight to the point, and Piero tilted his head.

"I don't understand kid...What do you need to know?" Piero asked, the food being momentarily forgotten as he pulled his full attention to Y/n.

"When I was...at the movies...There was this guy who seemed...REALLY adamant about finding you." Y/n sugarcoated their words, nervously picking at their fingers.

"Did he hurt you?" Piero was quick to interrogate

"Uhhh..." Y/n hesitated before deciding against the truth for now, "No...he just didn't seem really happy about knowing you...???"

"Do you know what he looked like?" Piero gazed down at Y/n, a panic in his eyes.

"No I didn't...He was wearing a hood...But his voice was menacing and kind of-" Y/n furrowed their brows as they remembered the sound of the man's voice, "He sounded kind of like you..."