What Is Home?

Run Away

Heads up, this chapter relies heavily on some information from the first chapter of "Away From Home". The chapter titled The Heart and The Head. So I will give you a quick recap of that relevant information here. If you are still confused, please go reread that first chapter.

Okay so the whole reason that Chesca got sent to America is because her older brother Luciano caught her kissing her best friend Cecilia at a party. The party was at a guy in Chesco and Chesca's grade's house. The friend was Marco Pereira and he's kinda irrelevant. But Marco has an older brother named Anthony, who Luciano is friends with which is why he went to the high school party even though he's in college.

I hope this recap helps! If you have any questions still please feel free to comment and ask and I will answer them!

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*January*

*Two and a half months since leaving America*

Chesca POV:

The days were dragging by more and more. My weeks were beginning to blend together to the point where I can't tell where one week starts and where the other ends. I've been locked in my room for so long that my once healthy tan Italian skin is beginning to pale. I'm looking and feeling sicker every single day. Not just physically sick, but mentally sick as well.

All I've been able to do is sit on my bed and walk around between the four walls of my room. The lack of movement is making my joints stiffen and I can feel my muscles weakening. When I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror I don't even recognize myself anymore. I used to be so happy. My eyes always shinning and my face always glowing with smile.

But not anymore. My face is twisted into a permanent frown. My eyes sunken in with tiredness and dark circles permanently reside under my eyes. My brown eyes that used to glow brightly are now dulled into an almost dark brown.

What happened to me?

Where is the girl that I used to be?

When I first got locked in my room, my school work used to be my escape and something I would look forward too. Even the things that used to bore me like my chemistry work and calculus homework became something that I actually enjoyed. It was like my escape from reality. By doing my schoolwork I could enter this little imaginary bubble where I could almost forget the tragedy that is my life.

Now? Not so much. School work feels like a chore on top of the hell that is my life. I can no longer find the motivation to do it. I'm beginning to turn in assignments late or not at all. And when I do turn them in thing's are half asses.

This has just given my mother another reason to ridicule and hate me. The only thing worse than a gay daughter is a dropout daughter right? She's been threatening me that if I don't get my act together and graduate then things are going to be even worse for me. I can't even begin to imagine how that's possible.

What could be worse than this?

I guess I shouldn't have wondered because soon I would find out. It's just like Gianna always said. "Fuck around and find out." I wish I had taken her advice and not jinxed myself. That was one of the few American sayings that she taught me that was actually good advice.

Don't fuck around and you won't find out.

It was around one in the morning. I wasn't even asleep. I was just laying in bed mindlessly staring up at the ceiling as I contemplated all of my life choices. Suddenly the door to my room burst open. I quickly sat up to see Francesco standing in my doorway, looking extremely scared. His eyes were wide and he was breathing heavily.