- Mini series book 2 -
Beck and Caterina, are back in book two.
Now they're in there sophomore year of high school. And things are different, hot, and new people have flew into the mix. Who knew that high school could get so tough?
Caterina, is go...
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|| Caterina ||
Thursday night, 8:34 p.m.
The room was dim as I sunk into the house, I didn't want to be here but I needed somethings, my parents weren't home and I was thankful. I didn't know what to expect from my father if we encountered each other. Taking a deep breath my heart thumped with each step as I rubbed my hands together. Trying to be quiet as possible as I made my way into my bedroom. It was a little dark so I used my phone flashlight to guide my way to the closet. I absolutely needed gather somethings to get me through the week. I didn't want to be a burden on Beck and his family.
If Beck knew where I was without him he'd going insane. So I didn't tell him for his sake and mine. Entering my bed room I closed the door behind me. And, walked over then into my closet I stuffed clothes after clothes in my backpack, as fast as I could. Pushing my hair out of my face I sighed lowly. I need to get some undergarments next, when I turned around I stubbed my toe loudly. Holding my free hand over my mouth I groaned with agony.
"Fuck..." snapping on myself in my head I moved over to my dresser and pulled it open. When I went to grab my panties, my door flew open and I hurriedly ran behind my dresser with my bag in hand, my father stood there for a second as I held my breath in fear.
I had no idea he was in the house, his car wasn't even in the driveway or garage. The sweat beads ran down my forehead as I tried to stay quiet. Then I heard him say, "I know someone is in here. Come on out, or I'll start cappin'." Not really believing he had a gun I stayed put, when I heard the click of the gun my heart dropped.
He then said, "I'll give you the count of five? 1... 2... 5..." jumping up I called out his name, scared out of my mind.
"Dad!" Turning on the light he stared at me, but didn't bother to put the gun down, "Dad, put the gun down." He chuckled as he pulled the cigar away from his lips. My father stood 6'8 almost 7'0 foot, he had a large build but was in shape for his age, he was in his mid-40's, and was of white complexion. He out fear in my heart ever since we lost my little sister.
"Mmm, I knew you'd come back. How dumb do you think I am? Put the damn bag down. I bought all that shit." He spoke with distaste, he really did hate me.
"Dad why do you hate me, so! I never did anything to deserve you to treat me this way!" He walked in and I took a few steps back, "Please, just let me take my things and go." I pleaded.
Sucking the cigar in and letting the smoke escape from his mouth and nose, he waved his finger for me to come to him. Shaking my head no, he got aggressive, "Come here! Proprio adesso!" (Translation Italian: Right now!)
