Connor
"Austin." I cried.
I miss her.
I've been trying so hard not to think about Mum or Austin, but I couldn't help but start crying when I walked past Austin's room. She's been gone for 2 weeks now, but I'm still not over it. I'm literally all alone. I haven't seen Dad since yesterday.
"Mi manchi. Ti amo. Riposa in pace." I prayed out loud.
I wiped my cheeks and stood up. I walked out Austin's room and into the hallway. I started walking to my room, but I heard the front door open.
"CONNOR?!" I heard Dad's voice shout.
"Papà?"
"CONNOR!" He ran up the stairs and to me. "Dove sei stato? Ti ho cercato dappertutto per voi!"
I froze, seeing he was crying.
"Sei stato via per due giorni interi!" He shouted.
"Mi dispiace, papà. Ero con Ashton." I said, feeling really bad for being gone so long.
It didn't feel like two days.
"Ashton? Che brutto, povero ragazzo ho lasciato stare in casa mia? Dov'è?" He asked.
"Papà! Non aveva nessun altro posto in cui soggiornare! Lui è in ospedale." I protested.
"Perché?" He asked.
"L-Lui non si sentiva bene." I lied.
"In che modo?"
"Egli tagliato."
Dad stared at me with an angry face.
"HE WHAT?" He yelled.
"He cut himself." I repeated.
"Why?"
"I don't know. I-"
"What hospital did you take him to?"
"The one by McDonald's."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the stairs. He opened the front door and pulled me out. He closed the door and pushed me in the car.
"Where are we going?"
"I need to have a word with him."
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Broken Home
Fanfiction"We can live in a broken home together." [A.I.] **TRIGGER WARNING !!!!!!!!!!: includes death, cancer, self-harm, and depression** ***COMPLETED: 3/14/16*** cover art credit to mylastnameiscuadrado on instagram
