𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪- 𝘫𝘰ã𝘰 𝘧é𝘭𝘪𝘹

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲

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𝗳𝗶𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃

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while grabbing some food for my very empty fridge, it sort of takes my mind of off everything that's going on.

i really want to believe its all a dream; and just go back to normal.

what if i never met him? 

would this even happen in the first place?

i head over to self-checkout, scanning my items and trying to get home as soon as possible.

heading back to my car, i walk past this alleyway that's on my right. i get bad feelings from being so near it.

as i'm walking away from it, someone viciously grabs my wrist. in panic i start to cry for help; but someone puts their hand around my mouth.

making me feel numb as they lure me in the alleyway.

i let out silent tears that run down my cheek; not wanting to accept my defeat i try and kick the dude but it was like they were made out of rock.

"all i want to do is talk fiorella, nothing more or nothing less."

it just had to be him. 

he takes his hand of off my mouth and i stay quiet.

"what the hell do you want!?"

"i want to talk." he grabs me by my chin, making me look up at his appearance.

he's wearing some sort of ski mask as well, only showing his brown eyes that glimmer in the moonlight.

"no i don't want you to even speak to me. you've already caused enough shit in my life; and there's no reason for it."

"well you are going to listen to me. or else i'll make your life an actual living hell, this is just the beginning flor."

"do you understand? you wouldn't want anyone else getting involved. like you know? tori, lucas, even your own sister. how horrible would it be for them to get sucked into this?"

i try and regulate my breathing, but him threatening my friends; and my own sister crosses the line.

"fine, just don't involve them in this got it?"

"of course."

"so go on, hurry up."

"i've been trying to contact you for so long, using every tactics to try and find you. but now since you're here, you need to come home. where you truly belong."

"what do you mean?"

"i want you to come back with me, to miami. i know everything is here in barcelona, but taking a break wouldn't be so bad huh?"

he's actually crazy if he thinks i'll go back with him. everything in the city just gives me bad vibes.

"well i would never wanna go back there. i love my job and everything here in spain, you can't just force me to do-"

"oh aren't you forgetting, your sister lives in miami correct? it would be some family bonding time to spend some time with her. it would be horrible if i arrived to miami without you. i'm only asking for 2 weeks."

"i've missed out on a lot work already, there are very important matches upcoming. i can't miss these for my team."

"unbelievable, shits already ruined here. why would you want to stay any longer?"

i mean he has a point, everythings been going downhill. maybe a new environment won't be as bad.

"fiorella, i'm just doing whats best for you. i'll be by your side the whole time, maybe have some catching up time together. just like the good old times." he smiles at me, like how he would always smile when we were together. so pure and honest.