Coco fanfic-To Be Forgotten

Difficult Conversations

*Thor voice*: Another! *Slams laptop shut*

*Ahem* Anywho...definitely meant it when I said I'm going to finish this thing ;) If you enjoyed the chapter, please leave a comment! They really do make my day ☺️

Miguel's POV

'Again with the sunlight.' I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, wishing that I could do something about the sun without having to get up. 'I should get a scarf to tie around my head when I go to sleep. Maybe then I wouldn't—'

"—care less who you connect me with, I want to know who's been hurting mi hijo!"

I froze mid-turn, realizing two important things at once: one, I was still in mis padres' bed, and had apparently spent the whole night there. Two, it was probably not just the sun that had woken me up today, but the sound of mi papá hissing complaints filled with various colorful words into the telephone. I couldn't hear everything that was being said, but it was enough to make me think that mi papá was in a foul mood.

'And I am not about to have that anger turned on me, thanks.' My movements concealed by the thick blanket, I pulled the foto out of my pant's pocket, gripping it tightly in my hand. I would need it just in case things went south once I 'woke up'.

Bracing myself for whatever reaction mi papá would have, I moved a bit, taking out my free hand to rub my eyes as I sat up. I couldn't hear exactly what mi papá was saying, but I could tell the moment he noticed I was awake in the way he immediately said he'd call the person back later, before slamming the phone down so hard I thought he'd break it. The noise made me flinch, and I couldn't help glancing between the phone and mi papá's stormy face.

"I can, uhm, go to my room? If you want to finish the call without me bothering you..." I offered quietly, not quite sure what to do. On the one hand, it didn't seem like he really wanted me out of his sight last night. But on the other hand...I had no clue who he was talking to with so much venom, and I wasn't entirely sure if I'd done something else wrong that he'd only just found out about.

"No, don't go, I was just—" mi papá cut himself off as his shoulders slumped. Running his hand through his hair, he walked over to the bed, sitting next to me. "I didn't mean to wake you up—I'm sorry, Chamaco," he offered me a tired smile, one that didn't quite seem real.

Slowly, I slid the foto back into my pocket under the covers, asking, "who was that on the phone? You sounded kind of...mad."

Mi papá's mustache moved up and down, like it did every time it looked like he was going to yell at me but then just said he was 'disappointed'. "That was your school," he said, his voice tight. "I was informing them that I'm taking you out until further notice."

I blinked at him, only just noticing that it was late enough I would be walking to school by now if I was attending today. Which I apparently wasn't. Because mi papá was pulling me out of school—

"What?!" I threw my arms up into the air. "What do you mean I'm not going to school?! You make me go every single day, even when Abel and Rosa skip, or it's like a freaking tornado out there!" I cried, gesturing to the window.

"Your education is important—"

"You make me go to school when I'm sick!"

"Everybody gets colds sometimes, Mijo—"

"My temperature was 38.4, and I got sent to the nurse's office after throwing up in the cafeteria in front of half the school!"

Mi papá opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "I recognize now that that wasn't the wisest decision on our part, but in our defense, we thought you were exaggerating." He grimaced, as if the words didn't sound as good out loud as they did in his head.