I take my keys out of my pocket and I flip through them, quickly finding the one for my dad's house and I unlock the door as I step inside, "who is it!" Someone calls out as I shut the door behind me, walking down the hallway before I look in the kitchen at a woman sitting there.
"Uh hi." I say as she gives me a friendly smile, "is Marcello here?" I ask as she gives me a look.
"Who?"
"Marcello." I say again as she begins shaking her head slightly, "Solis." I add.
"Oh Marlo." She chuckles.
"Sure, yeah."
"He's at work right now, are you the new maid?" She asks as I look down at what I'm wearing and I immediately shake my head.
"I'm his daughter." I say as she furrows her eyebrows.
"You're not Daria." She says as I scoff.
"I'm his other daughter, I'm not Daria." I say as she clicks her tongue.
"He said he had one daughter." She responds as I give her a look, "Daria is his daughter."
"Yeah so am I. Maeve. Maeve Solis." I say as she stares at me blankly.
"I'm sorry I don't know who you are." She says as I roll my eyes, walking into the kitchen, pointing at a picture frame next to the sink as I'm looking at her.
"I'm in the photo." I say as she comes over, picking up the picture frame before her eyes leave it, briefly looking at me.
"This is Daria." She says as she hands it to me and I look down at the photo of Daria and my dad.
It used to be a photo of the three of us at a Madrid match. What the fuck.
"He changed it." I say quietly as she comes over to me, rubbing my back.
"Is there someone I can call for you?" She offers as I immediately step away.
"My dad for starters." I say as she gives me a look.
"Honey, I don't know who your dad is."
"Marcello Solis. He's my dad, the guy you must be dating or something."
"He has one daughter who's 23, and that's Daria. She's the one in the photo." She says as she nudges her head at the picture frame I'm still holding.
"We look alike, how are you denying that?" I ask as she looks at the photo.
"You're both blonde but that's it." She shrugs as I set the frame down, going down the hallway, "excuse me!" She calls out as she follows behind me and I go to my room, opening the door.
I stare at the empty room and I give her a look, "he got rid of my stuff." I say quietly, "why the fuck did he get rid of my stuff."
"This room has been empty for as long as I've been with him." She says as I furrow my eyebrows.
"How long?"
"Two months." She replies as I cover my face with my hands.
"Would've been immediately after he kicked me out." I mutter to myself as I take a deep breath, leaving the room, "god damnit." I add as I go back into the kitchen.
I take out my phone and go in my contacts, scrolling until I click on my dads and I lean against the counter as I put the phone to my ear, "what are you-" she begins before I hold up my hand and she crosses her arms.
"I can't talk right now." He says as he picks up the call and I feel my eyes sting.
"Where did all my stuff go? Why did you erase me from the house?" I ask.
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treat you better // pedri
Fanfic"It's Mae, right?" Pedri asks as he comes over to Pablo, Ferran and I. "It's Maeve." I correct as the corner of his mouth raises slightly. "Maeve." He says quietly as I nod, "we'll see about that." He adds as he turns around, going over to Ansu. "Wh...
