𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝐹𝒾𝒻𝓉𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇

𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒶'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

Once we pull up to the driveway, Greyson's mother is sat on the doorstep waiting for us.

As soon as she sees us pull up, she stands up and rushes to the car.

Azalea jumps out, "Mamí!" She jumps up and wraps her arms around her.
(Mommy)

"Hola cariño, te he echado de menos." Camila picks up her tiny body.
(Hi baby I've missed you)

"Where is he?" Greyson refers to his dad.

"Inside."

"How come you were outside?"

She sighs, "Ha bevuto di nuovo. Era arrabbiato perché non aveva preparato il pranzo per lui."
(He's been drinking again. He was angry I hadn't had lunch ready for him.)

"Hey! I don't understand." Azalea stomps her foot complaining.

"Giuro su dio mamma, se ti ha messo un dito addosso io-" Greyson's mum cuts him off before he can finish his sentence.
(I swear to go mum, if he's laid a finger on you I'll-)

"Greyson honey, I left the house before he could." Camila calms him down.

He just nods.

Camila picks up Azalea and heads inside the house, I go to follow but Greyson pulls me back, "I don't want her in that house with him."

I sigh, "He wouldn't ever lay a finger on her would he?"

"I- Honestly..... I really don't know. I would like to think not but.." He sighs in defeat. "I know I have a temper but I'd never lay a finger on you like that."

"I know you wouldn't Grey."

He pulls me closer to him. We stay like that for a moment until we hear a loud crash.

We instantly pull away from each other and rush into the house.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I hear his father yell.

We run straight towards the booming voice coming  from the kitchen and walk in to see him storming over to Camila who's knelt on the ground picking up shards of glass.

I immediately rush over checking on her and help her pick up the glass.

"Don't you fucking dare." Greyson warns him.

He laughs in his face and attempts to shove him to the side, "Get out of my way."

"I said don't you fucking dare." He repeats himself.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"I can tell you to do whatever the fuck I want."

He laughs angrily, the only thing Greyson seems to do that's the same as him, "Next joke. Move." Attempting to shove Greyson to the side.

He clearly doesn't expect Grey to shove him back and falls to the floor, "I was nice and repeated myself twice, now let me break it down for that thick skull of yours."