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That's not how that was supposed to play out.
I close the front door and slump against it as the tears continue to fall down my face. Soon enough it's a full out sobs leaving my mouth as my head spins with thoughts of my new reality, no Marc. no more late night calls, no more random gifts, no more late night runs to the gas station, no more breakfast runs. Before I know it I'm fully sat on the floor, head in hands as I reminisce on what used to be.
The sound of the garage opening and closing doesnt pull me out of my crying fit. The sound of laughter falls into the house as my parents step through the garage door.
My mom is the first to spot me, " Gabriella sweetheart what's the matter?" she drops her purse on the table and rushes over to me.
"We broke up" I say, but it mostly sounds like I'm grumbling
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" she asked again, pushing the hair out of my face.
I take in a deep breath before saying again. "we broke up mama" tears immediately fell down my face.
"awe baby," she says before pulling me into her embrace.
I allow myself to break.
"Jelly Bean, tesoro, non piangere. tutto si risolverà da solo."
( Translation: Jelly bean, baby don't cry. It will all work itself out. )
"Why couldn't he just tell me papa. I dont understand." i ask hoping he has some answer. i need answers.
"It must've been good reason bean." he answers reaching to wipe the tears that just would not stop.
" Was it still about the girl?" my mom asks.
"Ugh sì, quella stupida ragazza. lei è ancora nella foto e parla a vanvera. Lei è la sua ex. e poiché lui non la vuole, lei parla apertamente del mio post dicendo che sono una troia. oh e un amico hopper, tutto perché Sebastian non sa come accettare un no come risposta." i say with an eye roll.
( Translation: Ugh yes, that stupid girl. she's still in the picture talking nonsense. She is his ex. and since he doesn't want her, she runs her mouth under my post saying I'm a slut. oh and a homie hopper, all because Sebastian doesn't know how to take no for an answer.)
"Haters gone hate" my mom quickly adds in
"Right and what do you mean Sebastion doesn't know how to take no as an answer?" my dad asks.
"He kept shooting his shot." i sigh.
"Even with you and Marc together?" he questions. Were together is what i want to say
"Yup, he couldn't take a hint so he had to take a couple of hits."
"Good, anyway, I'm sure if he hasn't told you he has a good reason." my dad assures.
