What Is Home?

Fix Her

Chesca POV:

It's been two weeks since I left America. Two weeks of being back to being locked in my room with food slipped under the door. Two weeks without Jamie.

Two weeks of being completely heartbroken.

I don't know what to do. There isn't anything that I can do. The second that we got to the airport my mom snatched my phone from me and I haven't seen it since. I've had no way to contact anyone outside of these four walls. Even my bedroom window has been nailed shut.

There is no way out of here.

My parents did give me a computer though and they've been having me keep up with my school work. As mad as my mom may be at me, the only thing worse than having a gay daughter is a dropout daughter I guess so she is forcing me to graduate. That means taking all online courses for the rest of high school.

However, we are too far into senior year for me to re-enroll in Positano High School without having to repeat the entire year next year, so my online courses are through Portland High School. Which is where my diploma will be from when I graduate.

The school only agreed to allow me to do online courses like this because my mother claimed that my grandmother was sick in hospital, which is why I had to come back to Italy. That could not be further from the truth but they believed her.

No matter what I do I can't get the bad memories from my last night in America out of my head. The way Jamie and I had screamed at each other. The way I slammed the door and drove away. The way that Nico and Lucia stood at the front door of their house in tears, reaching out and begging me to come back as I was driven away.

But that wasn't even the worst of it all.

What was worse was when I arrived back in Italy.

*Flash back to two weeks ago*

*Pretend this next part is all in Italian!*

I was filled with dread the second that my mom pulled the car into the driveway of our two story Italian home. My mother parked the car before turning around to glare at me.

"Get out." She ordered.

I didn't even reply. I just nodded before opening my door and stepping out of the car. As if she was worried that I would make a run for it, she grabbed my arm and dragged me up the steps to the house. I winced with pain as she did. That same wrist that she kept grabbing was beginning to yellow and bruise.

When we got into the house, Luciano was sitting at the table eating breakfast. When he looked up and saw me, his face twisted into one of confusion.

"Chesca?" He asked.

"Where's your father?!" My mother spat at Luciano, not even allowing me to respond to him.

"He's outside-"

"Well call him in right now!" My mother screamed at him.

"Okay geez!" Luciano said with shock as he jumped up from his seat at the table, ignoring the rest of his food as he ran outside to get my dad.

"You know you can let go of me now right? We're in the house already. Where the fuck am I gonna go?" I spat at my mother.

"Shut up." She spat back as she threw my arm to the side, releasing it. I gasped with pain before grabbing my wrist with my other hand. I wouldn't be surprised if it was sprained.

Just then Luciano came walking back into the house through the back door, my father following after him. When he saw me, his eyes locked with mine and they were filled with worry.