We're a Family

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Antonio and Sylvie were lying on the couch and they were watching a movie when they heard the door open and shut aggressively. Sylvie lifted her head from Antonio's chest to see who it was. She knew it had to be one of the kids, and she certainly wasn't surprised when it was Eva.

Antonio took a deep breath as he was about to stand up. "I guess I should talk to her." Sylvie shook her head, grabbing Antonio's hand.

"I know this is hard, but let her come to you." Sylvie said, which stopped Antonio's movements. He nodded his head as he leaned back against the couch. "It's hard being a parent at times." He confessed, wishing that he still had Laura to back him up, but since she decided her boyfriend was more important than her kids, that was impossible.

Sylvie nodded her head and she squeezed his hand that she was still holding. They were silent for a few minutes when she heard Eva's door cracked and she called out for Sylvie. "Sylvie? Can you come here?"

Sylvie looked over at Antonio in confusion but she stood up, knowing whatever the girl needed, she would happily obliged. She looked at Antonio who nodded his head letting her know it was okay. He was actually relieved that Sylvie could help Eva.

Sylvie walked over to Eva with a concerned expression on her face. "Is everything okay, sweetie?" She asked in a gentle tone.

Eva wiped away the tears from her face, the makeup smearing down her face. "Not really. Normally my mom would help me with this but—" her voice trailed off which broke Sylvie's heart. What kind of mother wasn't there for her daughter in her teenage years?

Sylvie looked over at Antonio and then looked back at Eva. "It's okay, whatever you need, I'm here." She smiled softly at her.

"Can we talk in my room?" Eva asked. She loved her dad, she really did, but she didn't need him to know what happened. Basically because he was an overprotective father.

Sylvie nodded her head as she walked in her room. She wanted to be there for Eva, but if it was anything serious, she wanted her to know she needed to tell Antonio. She wanted his kids to like her of course, but she couldn't keep a lie from Antonio. She sat down on the bed next to Eva and she took her hand. "Sweetie, you know I'm here for you, always, okay? But if this is something your dad needs to know, I can't lie to him."

Eva gave him a small smile and she nodded her head. "I know, Sylvie. I wouldn't ask you to keep anything from my dad if I thought it was going to make him mad. I promise it isn't anything serious. In that sense anyway."

Sylvie nodded her head and she let go of her hand to move her hand to wipe the tear that threatened to fall from her eyes. "What's going on?"

Eva was trying to get the words to come out of her mouth, but it wouldn't. She laid her head down on Sylvie's lap as she started to sobbed uncontrollably.

Sylvie moved her hands in her hair as she tried to soothe her. "is it your boyfriend?" She asked which just made Eva sobbed harder. Damn it, now Antonio was going to want to kill a teenage boy. And he was going to blame it all on Sylvie since she was the one to say that the boy was nice and would never hurt Eva.

Sylvie remembered her first heart break, she wasn't as young as Eva, but the pain was unbearable. "Did he break up with you?" She asked, trying to understand what happened.

After a few minutes, Eva tried to calm herself down to tell Sylvie what happened. "He was trying to pressure me to have sex for the longest and I kept saying no. I see all these girls my age getting pregnant, I don't want that for myself. Besides, my dad is a detective, he knows how to hide bodies. So I kept using that as an excuse. I honestly thought he loved me because whenever I said no, he said that he would wait for me. Anyway, the party I went tonight I—-I–I" Sylvie's heart dropped to her stomach. She hoped Eva wasn't telling her what she thought she was saying. "I caught him in bed with my—-with my best friend." At those words, she leaned against Sylvie, crying even harder.

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