[Previously titled 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲]
❝No, Ace. I can't do it," I sob.
"I know you can take more than that, sunshine, come on," he encourages, pummeling into me in fervent motions. "One more for daddy, yeah?" He coaxes in a gruffly voice...
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O L I V I A
Walking down the sunny streets with my favorite music playing in my headphones, I feel happy. The weather today is perfect, so I'm heading to visit my mom. I miss her a lot and I'm excited to spend time with her. Suddenly, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I smile when I see a message from Ace.
❝Ace Have you made it to your mom's yet? ❞
❝Me Almost there! Just a few more blocks ❞
Before I can put my phone away, another message from him appears. I laugh at his text.
❝Ace You owe me a date for not letting me drop you off, you know ❞
❝Me Oh really? I'll have to make it up to you then ❞
❝Ace Looking forward to it! Have fun with your mom, though ❞
❝Me Thanks! Love you ❞
❝Ace Love you too, beautiful :) ❞
I step into my mom's house, feeling excited about our fun visit.
"Ma, I'm here!" I call out cheerfully.
But my smile fades as soon as I enter the living room. My body starts to shake, and my throat tightens when I see the man sitting there, talking to my mom. When they both turn to look at me, mom gives me a sympathetic glance, while the man's eyes show a mix of tears, regret, and surprise as they meet mine. My mom rises from her seat and wraps me in a warm hug once near me.
"Oh, mi vida, I'm so happy to see you," she greets me warmly.
"Ma, why is he here?" I ask, confused.
"He...he wanted to see you, just once, after all these years. I couldn't refuse, mi vida. It's been so long," she explains softly and I shake my head firmly.
"I don't want to talk to him or see him. Not after what he did," I reply, and her expression softens as she nods understandingly.
"I know it's hard, mi amor. But he's your father. It's been years since you two saw each other. He just wants to talk to you for a little while. And he has something important to discuss," she speaks gently.
I glance at my dad and then back at my mom, who's silently urging me to talk to him.
"Come on, Livia, do it for me," she whispers while stroking my hair, her eyes pleading with me.
