Cleaning up the mess I made

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Francesca's POV:
Leon looks at us angrily while Violetta has a worried expression on her face.
Then I look at Diego who seems really nervous. "Hey Leon..." He says awkwardly. "Don't hey me! Can you just explain what happend in here! And why is Francesca here...? He asks confusedly. "We're practising our dance assiment..." Diego explains as I look at him annoyedly. "Oh, then why are you two shouting in here then?" Leon asks while Violetta takes his hand and holds it gently. "Because this idiot forgot the cd in the Studio." I say while rolling my eyes. "Hey! I'm not an idiot!" Diego shouts back at me.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes-" I start, but Violetta cuts me off.
"Okay, could you two just give it a rest already!" She shouts annoyedly as Leon chuckles. We stop arguing and I look at Leon and Violetta. They are so good together. I wish I had a relationship like those two have... I sigh sadly and walk to the door. "Hey, where are you going Francesca?" Violetta asks worriedly as I turn around and look at her. "Home." I answer simply as I pick up my bag from the floor. "You don't have to go just yet." Diego says as I sigh. I have to or else my dad is gonna kill me... Literally... "I have to, I promised my dad." I say.

Diego's POV:
She seems really scared... Maybe I should walk her home. "Oh, okay well maybe I can walk you home then." I say . "That's a good idea Diego. It's really late, who knows what kind of people there are." Vilu says as I smile at her. "No you really don't have to." Fran says while shaking her head."Yeah I do, it's the least thing I can do after all that arguing." I say. "Fine..." She says and walks out. "Bye guys, see you in a bit." I say and close the door behind me. "Hey, why are you in such hurry?" I ask while cathing up to her. "No reason..." She answers fast. "Okay..." I say.

"Sorry about all of that." I say as she chuckles. "It's okay. It was my fault too you know." She says quietly as I smile at her. I stare at her for awhile and she shivers a little. "Are you cold?" I ask being concerned about her. "No I'm okay..." She says, but I can see that she's lying. "Yeah you are, here." I say and put my leather jacket on her shoulders. "Th-anks." She says. "You're welcome Fran." I say while grinning at her. "Here's my house and here." Fran says and gives back my leather jacket. "You can keep it." I say. " Are you sure?" She asks as I chuckle. "Yeah." I say as she walks to the door.
"Okay, well see you at school Franc-" I say, but I get cut of by the door closing shut loudly. She ignored me... Why is she acting so weird all the time?
There's something wrong
with her.

Francesca's POV:
I was really rude to Diego, but he can't expect me to be his friend so soon, I mean he bullied me. And I hate him for that! But then I also kinda like him... I don't understand him at all. One minute he's nice and then the next minute he's mean. It's really confusing... And why did he give me his leather jacket? He wears it almost everyday.

I put he's leather jacket in my room and I walk to the kitchen and grab some food from the fridge. I start running to my room with my left over pizza, but I pump into my dad and my pizza falls on the floor... Oh shit he's gonna kill me!

"Look what you did! You made a mess! And why are you eating?! I told you that you're not allowed eat any of my food!" He shouts at me. "I'm so so sorry! But I haven't eaten anything today and I'm so hungry!" I explain to him desperately. "I don't care! You do what I say or else I'll kick you out of the house!" He shouts as my eyes fill with tears. "Dad don't say that..." I say quietly as tears fall down from my face.
"I say what I want!" He shouts once again and hits me on the face so hard that I fall down on the floor. It hurts so much that I start crying really hardly. But as usual my dad doesn't care. "Shut up and clean up the mess you made!" He then goes to the kitchen and grabs some beer and goes to his room to drink it. I get up slowly, because it hurts so much and start cleaning.
I hate my life so much.
"Clean up the mess you made!"
I hear my dad's voice in my head,
while tears roll down from eyes again.

I finally decided to update this story!
I hope you enjoyed it. I love you all!💞
~Eeva🌟

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