What Is Home?

How Can Loving Someone Be A Sin?

Special POV this chapter! I hope you all enjoy!

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*Imagine this is in Italian again lol*

Chesco POV:

I knew that the next morning, all hell would be risen the second that my mother found out that Chesca wasn't here. At 6am, there were knocks on my front door and I knew what was about to happen.

"Who's here at this hour?" I could hear my dad mumble tiredly from the other room.

"They're here to help Francesca." I heard my mother reply as she walked over towards the door.

"What do you mean here to help her?" My dad asked, but my mother didn't respond. She just walked over to open the door.

I stayed in my room as the people came into our house. I did my best to try and pretend that I was sleeping the closer and closer they got to my room and Chesca's. I didn't want my mother knowing that I was awake. She would probably figure out that I had helped Chesca if she knew I wasn't asleep. So I stayed in bed, squeezing my eyes shut as I heard the lock to Chesca's bedroom door being undone.

I could hear everything that was going on due to the closeness of my room to Francesca's. This is the one time that I cursed and hated sharing a wall with her. It made it impossible for me to block out everything that was going on.

"Vincenza, who are these people?" My dad asked frantically as they poured into Chesca's room. My mother didn't answer his question. I knew she was just standing there outside the bedroom door waiting for Francesca to be dragged out.

Well little does she know, Chesca isn't here.

"Ma'am there's nobody in here." One of the men stated.

"What do you mean? My daughter's been in here for the past two months. She hasn't left! There's no way she could've left!" My mother shrieked as I heard her stomping into the room.

"Vincenza can you please tell me who the hell these people are?!" My dad yelled angrily.

"We're from the Italian Center for Troubled Youth." One of the men explained.

"What?! Francesca isn't troubled!" My dad stated confused.

"Yes she is Matteo! You know she is with the way she's been running around with other girls! I didn't know what else to do! Our daughter needs help!" My mother screamed.

"So you were going to send her to a fucking conversion camp?! Without telling me?! Are you fucking kidding me Vincenza?!" My father yelled. I could tell that he was getting angrier by the minute.

"I'm sorry gentlemen for wasting your time. I don't know how she got out. I'll call you when we get her back." My mom stated calmly, ignoring what my dad had said.

"Okay suit yourselves." One of the men replied before I could hear their footsteps walking down the hallway and down the stairs. Soon the front door was opened and closed, indicating that they were gone. The second that the front door shut though, my mother began to scream again.

"FRANCESCO LORENZO BERTUCCI!" I could hear my mother scream as she stomped out of Francesca's room and towards mine. I squeezed my eyes shut as I pretended to still be seeing. That didn't last long though because the second that my mother got in my room., she yanked the blankets off of me and shook me hard.

"Ow! What are you going?!" I asked angrily.

"WHERE IS YOUR SISTER?!" She screamed in my face.

"What do you mean where is she? She's in her room where you've locked her for the past two months!" I spat back, earning me a slap across the face.

"Don't try and be a wise ass with me! I know you had something to do with her getting out! She couldn't have unlocked that door by herself so tell me! Where the fuck did your sister go?!" My mother yelled.

"Vincenza stop it!" My dad screamed but it was no use. My mom was on an anger fueled rampage and there was no stopping it.

"Francesco so help me god!" My mother yelled but I cut her off.

"I had nothing to do with it! I don't know where Chesca is!" I screamed, still denying it.

"MOM STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" I heard Luciano yell as he entered my room.

"Luciano go away! This has nothing to do with you!" My mom spat.

"Actually it has everything to do with me because I'm the one who helped Francesca escape!" Luciano yelled. The whole entire room went quiet. My mom let go of me and stood up, turning to face my brother. If it was even possible, she looked even madder than she had before.

"I heard you on the phone with them last night saying how you wanted them to 'fix' your daughter. I couldn't let you send her away to a camp full of criminals so I helped her escape." Luciano stated as he crossed his arms.

I absolutely could not believe that Luciano was taking the fall for me right now.

"No you didn't. You were just as disgusted by your sisters actions as I was." My mom stated.

"Actually no I wasn't because guess what mom? I'm fucking gay too!" He yelled.

"No you're not!" My mom yelled back.

"Yes I am! Why do you think me and Anthony Pereira hangout so much? Because he's my FUCKING BOYFRIEND!" Luciano yelled.

"WHERE DID SHE GO LUCIANO?!" My mom screamed as she shoved him up against my bedroom wall.

"I don't know. All I did was open the door and she ran. But guess what mom?" He stated.

"What?" She growled.

"Even if I did know where she went, I'd never fucking tell you." He spat.

My moms face turned a dark red. If it was possible for smoke to be coming out of her ears then it definitely would right now. She was angrier than I've ever seen her.

"Vincenza get off of him!" My dad growled as he pulled my mother away from my brother. Fucking took him long enough. He was practically just standing there as she screamed at us.

"Matteo you don't understand! We need to discipline these kids!" She yelled.

"No what we need to do is talk!" He yelled. "I am fucking sick of you and your homophobic agenda!" He growled.

"It's wrong!" My mom argued.

"No you know what's wrong! What's wrong is that you sent our daughter to another fucking country and then tried to send her away to a conversion camp without telling me!" He yelled.

"Because she's a sinner Matteo!" My mom yelled back. "And so are you!" She growled as she pointed a finger towards Luciano. He didn't even flinch. He just kept giving her a cold, angry stare.

"How can loving someone be a sin!" My dad yelled.

"Because-"

"No I don't want to hear it! If you can't accept my daughter or my son for who they are, then you don't get to see them anymore!" My dad growled. "Boy's go pack your things." He stated. Luciano didn't hesitate to leave for his room to get his things. Me however, I was frozen where I sat on my bed. I couldn't help but watch and listen to what was going on in front of me.

"Matteo what are you talking about?" My mom asked worriedly.

"I'm saying exactly what you think I just said. If you can't learn to love and accept my kids for who they are, then we're done." My dad stated as he turned and walked out of my room. My mom quickly followed after him.

"But-"

"NO!" My dad yelled. "You have until Francesca's 18th birthday. If you can't 'fix' yourself before then, then I will file for a divorce." I could hear my dad say before he walked out of the front door and slammed it shut. The sound of the door slamming echoing throughout the house.

I knew he would be back soon to come get me and Luciano but I still couldn't believe what I had just heard. He might seriously divorce my mother.

And just like that my father was gone.