Treat Me Better { on hold }

Chapter 13 - The Five F's: Forgive, Forget, Faint, Food Fight

Hey guys! Hope you are having a great summer. I'm sorry it took me 3 weeks to post, but on the bright side, this is definitely the longest chapter I've written, so this could take you some time to finish. I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, you could leave a comment or a vote if you like. Forgive me if I made some mistakes, I'll surely try to fix them as soon as possible, I had to post this quickly so that my friend will have the book updated for her before she travels. Let's wish her a safe flight, or hope that it goes, or did go, well. Love you batata <3.

Okay, enough talking, more reading!

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Bianca's POV

"Please, Mr. Wood. Please. Don't put him in jail. Please, he didn't do anything wrong." I begged Anthony's dad, who obviously, was trying to ignore me.

Anthony spoke before his dad did. "Didn't do anything wrong? Bianca, are you crazy?" He looked at me in the eyes before rolling his eyes. "Never mind, don't answer that." I scoffed in his reply. "We've discussed this for the 3rd time! He attempted to strike me, and spat at an officer. Not to mention, his disrespectful behavior towards us." Anthony continued to argue.

"He has a small daughter! You know how bad this would be to her?" I looked at Anthony's dad who gave a cold hearted look back.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but he should've thought of that before he wanted to attack my son. He faces minimum of 6 months."

"Oh Dios!" Lele started to rant on and on in Spanish, which I couldn't catch on. She was talking very quickly. "Please, officer. Let mí husband go. He didn't do bad!" She was holding her daughter in her arms.

"Madam Romero, I will not repeat this again." Mark started to speak.

"Oh please, please. I cannot live without him!" She cried out.

"Yes, love does that, but he should've thought of the consequences from before." Anthony's dad answered back coolly.

"No, what is this love? Not love. No. Money. It's about money!"

I raised my eyebrows at her, as did Anthony, his dad and Mark.

"Money?" Anthony questioned confusedly.

"Sí, sí. Money. Dinero." She made a small movement with her thumb and index finger, a universal hand sign about money. "I not work. I always home, with child. Child is only 1 in a half years, and we have another one also coming. He work business man in Méjico. We come here for this girl here." Lele pointed at me in the end.

I honestly didn't care about the business part, or the fact that they came here for me. The only thing my mind had caught on to is that she is pregnant. The men looked at me as I sat down at one of the benches in the station. Yes, if you didn't figure it out yet, we were in the Sheriff's department. My mom stayed home with Diana.

I looked down at the white tiled floor, trying to process the information I just obtained. As I found my voice to speak again, I struggled to speak out the words. "You, you are p-pregnant?" I looked back the woman.

She nodded quickly and hard, making her long and dyed blonde hair bounce around her, thus smacking some on her daughter's face, only slightly. "2 months." She spoke as she unconsciously rubbed her belly speaking with her Mexican accent.

I might hate my father, but I cannot let his wife and children suffer because of his mistakes. I just can't do that to her. I turned to face Anthony and practically begged him with my eyes.

"Uh, dad, Mark, Senorita Romero, would you please leave us alone for one second?" He asked them kindly. They left us to his dad's office, his dad looked reluctant, though.