Amore Proibito

Chapter Eight.

lol hi yes I'm still alive, I'm sorry. 😩😂

Isaiah's POV

I storm out of my dads truck the second we get to my grandparents house. My aunt Ayra, my grandparents' adoptive daughter, flew in from Tennessee late last night to celebrate her 25th birthday with the family. She moved away after she graduated high school and moved out of state on a full scholarship ride.

My grandpa being the over protective guy that he is, ordered catering and had it delivered to the house, rather than all of us going out to dinner, making my dad and uncle easy targets, supposedly.

Ayra is finally bringing her boyfriend of three years to meet the family for the first time, so I know my grandpa wants to stay indoors in case he decides that the boyfriend is not flying back to Tennessee with his daughter.

Nonno actually took it pretty hard when my aunt Ayra told him that she had a boyfriend and wanted to bring him for the holidays the first year that they were together. He blew it out of proportion. She got mad and didn't fly in that year and my nonno immediately apologized threatening to drag her back to New York if she ever missed out on holidays ever again.

My grandpa is not the best at apologies, nor is my dad, but they definitely learn their lessons after making their points. His daughter actually flew in the last year after that, but she was boyfriendless. She specifically told my Nonno that he wouldn't meet her boyfriend until he knew how to behave, safe to say that he's been on his best behavior since then.

"Isaiah!" My dad shouts behind me as I continue my way into my grandparents house. He shouts my name a second time before I'm slamming the front door closed.

"Che cazzo!" My grandfather pokes his head into the hallway a second later from the living room. "The fuck is the matter with you? Why the fuck are you slamming my doors?!"

I don't say anything as I push past my grandfather, hearing the front door open behind me.

"What's the matter? What happened?" My grandpa grabs my arm and I'm quickly sneaking it out of his grip. "Isaiah-"

"What the hell is going on out here?!" My mom and grandma make an appearance as they step out of the kitchen and I'm marching in their direction, towards my mom.

As much as my mom is my dads safe place when he's losing control of his temper, she's mine as well.

She immediately recognizes the look on my face and is grabbing my arm just like my grandpa did a second ago, bringing me to a full stop. "Isaiah, what's the matter baby?"

I don't tear my grasp away from her though. Especially not in front of my nonno and dad who's about to join the party in 3.. 2.. 1..

"Isaiah!" He snarls, walking into the room.

"What did you do?!" My mom instantly hisses.

"He fucking embarrassed me in front of the entire school!" I take a step forward. My mom immediately puts a hand on my chest, holding me back.

"Embarrassed you?!" My dad chuffs. "I did you a fucking favor, I put an end to your situation!"

"I didn't ask you to! I specifically asked you to leave it alone! I practicllay begged you to stay the fuck out of it!"

My dad takes a step in my direction, "watch the way you speak to me, Isaiah," he snarls in a very authoritative voice. He rarely ever calls me by my middle name because it's his own name, but I know the differences between his tone of voice when he's saying my name.