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📍 Barcelona, Catalunya, España sharkieboy000 Road trip ready ✌🏼
bananguy2 The face of a man who's on a mission 💪🏼 cata000cata We're about to face my messed-up parents and you post selfies instead of moving your ass to pick me up?!?! Replying to cata000cata: sharkieboy000 I'm coming baby 🥰🥰 ericgm3 He's coming, Cata 😏 Replying to ericgm3: shortking30 Even I'm more mature than you sara12233 Ferran is here to save the day 😍
"You want to do another selfie photoshoot or can we drive now?" I asked sarcastically when I slumped down in Ferran's passenger seat after placing my duffel bag in the trunk. We had decided to spend one night in Madrid as we didn't know how things would pan out for the day. And it was a week-end, days on which he didn't have recovery training now that he was injured - and I was kind of excited about spending more time with him away from home.
"I'm ready and I have the letter from my lawyer. We won't pull that out immediately, just when the time is right. We'll also be paying a visit to that stupid Julio guy - he'll be shitting his pants when I'm done with him" Ferran said, not very amused about the day that laid ahead of us. "I'm still asking myself how he made it to being employed by a bank. That guy was the worst of our class in maths" I commented.
"Fuck, I'm about to rip everyone's heads off" he scoffed and gripped the steering wheel harder as he accelerated when we got on the highway. "It's sexy when you go into all protective boyfriend mode" I chuckled and scratched the back of his head, I knew he loved this. "It's messed up I have to do this but I will defend you to death, Cata" he replied seriously, his eyes firmly set on the road ahead. Fucking sexy.
After a three-hour drive we arrived in the tiny town where I grew up. One detached house after the other lined the streets and Ferran drove extra slow to study every single detail. "That was my school over there" I said and showed him an ugly building from the 80ies that looked like it was about to crumble any minute. "Charming" he commented, definitely not in the mood for jokes. He was fucking pissed at my whole family and probably also this damn town.
"Turn right here and then it's the third house on the left" I mumbled quietly, my hands starting to sweat. "You ready?" he asked after parking in our driveway. "No, but I'm with you, so it's going to be alright" i replied and squeezed his hand, at which he shot me his first smile of the day. "Good" he replied and leaned in to kiss me. He knew that I needed that kind of reassurance now. "Let's go" he said and got out of his car.
He let me go ahead and I rang the doorbell with shaky hands. A minute later, Lorenzo appeared in the doorframe. "Oh, look who it is. My stepdaughter and her fancy rich boyfriend" he commented and smirked as he stepped aside to let us in. "Shut up. Ferran, meet Lorenzo, the local drug dealer who was one grade above me at our loser rival school and fucks older women for fun" I huffed me and got inside.
The lower floor didn't look like home anymore. The nice sofas were now worn out from the whole smoke and weed that was being consumed here 24/7. "Hello, Lina" my mum said as she came around the corner and my heart started beating faster. After all, she was still my mum in my mind. The woman that had picked me up from school every day, that had blown on my wounds when I'd fall from the swing, promising that it wouldn't hurt.
"And you must be Ferran" she giggled and extended her hand, but he just nodded at her. "I'm sorry about your injury" she said and somehow, she even sounded sincere about it. "Now, now, Lori, we don't want to be too nice. We're Madridistas after all" Lorenzo chuckled and if there was one thing he could have said to make Ferran hate him even more, this was it. "Suits you" he just replied to him curtly and I had to hold in a laugh.
"So, let's get to the reason for my... visit" I said and clapped my hands. "Um... yes. So... Here's the letter from the bank for the first rate" my Mum said and scrambled through the stack of letters on the kitchen counter before handing me over the envelope. I gulped and pulled out the letter, my eyes falling immediately on the sum wanted. "833€?? That's what's I have left after rent for a whole month!" I exclaimed. "Maybe you can take on a few more modelling gigs... that involve less clothing, they're surely paid better" Lorenzo chuckled.
Ferran was furious - he really tried to stay calm but one more comment and he'd explode. "You really expect me to pay this?" I asked my mother incredulously. "Please... Lina... Money is tight after your father left and..." she stammered, but I wasn't having it. "No! I won't do this! You can't expect me to save the day, not after what you made me go through!" I exclaimed. "Well, if you don't pay, the bank will come after you. But I'm sure Ferran can help" my mother replied, smirking.
"Damn right, I will help. I will help her sue your ass to eternity. Here's an overly friendly letter from my lawyer, stating that we're taking legal action against you" he said and took a step towards here as she looked at him, terrified. "HEY! You think that just because you have money, you're better than everyone?" Lorenzo shouted, getting between him and my mum now.
"You had it coming" Ferran growled and grabbed him by his shirt. "You'll listen to me now, little fucker. I never ever want you or your... girlfriend getting near Cata again. If you take one wrong step, I'm sure that the police will not only want to know about this bank shit here, but also about the meth lab you have in the basement here - don't worry, I have pictures just in case - next to all your dealing business. I've also already hired a private detective on your ass and already gotten enough proof to put you behind bars for a very, very long time" he told him and my jaw dropped. He hadn't told me about half of this stuff.
"But I'm not that type of guy. However, I turn into him when you threaten her. No contact, at all" Ferran added, just to be clear. "Lina, you're letting him manipulate you, I'm still your mother!" my mum exclaimed. "And are you currently also acting as one?" I clapped back. "Now you'll give me ten minutes to show my boyfriend the house I grew up in before I hopefully never return to this shithole of town again" I snapped and took Ferran's hand.
We walked upstairs and I pushed him into my room, closing the door behind us. "Private detective?" I whispered. "I had to come prepared, Cata. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you!" he replied, raising his index finger. I lunged forward and kissed him. "You're so hot when you go all protective over me" I whispered. "You're everything to me, Cata" he whispered, hugging me tightly.
"So... This was my room. Maybe we should take the rest of what's left here... I'll sort it out back at home" I sighed and started to pull out old t-shirts from drawers. Ferran had found an old suitcase at the end of the corridor where we stuffed everything in. "This your brother's room?" he asked when we were ready to go downstairs again. "Yeah" I nodded. "You're not very close..." he commented and I sighed. "It faded away when I was sent off to boarding school and he went to uni. He's still on his stupid I need to find myself-trip, somewhere in Polynesia now" I huffed.
"I'm sorry..." Ferran said sincerely. "But you'll always have me and my mum, Laye, my annoying sister and my dad. You're a part of me now, which makes you a part of us" he said and smiled, making me tear up completely.
