Forbidden Love.

History.

~~~~~~6 months earlier~~~~~~

"Francesca, love, I'd like for you to sit please," my father calmly stated as I walked into the house after Michael, my older cousin and best friend, dropped me off from band practice.

At least he's not drunk... That's the good thing. But it looks like a horrible thing. Max, my older brother is obviously pissed and he's shooting daggers at my father. Dad must have made him come home from his girlfriends house early or something... Who really knows.

"Yeah dad?" I ask as I sit.

"I'm leaving you. Ever since your mother died, I've been nothing but a burden to you and your brother. The two of you will to great without me. I'll be gone by midnight tonight. Good luck." He says without blinking, then he immediately gets up and trudges to the fridge, pouring himself a drink then walking to his bedroom.

Did that really just happen..? Did my father just tell us he's leaving us? I thought dads left their wives not their kids... What is this!?

I take a frantic look at Max. He's a mixture between pissed and shocked. I don't think he understands what's going on either.

~~~~~~ midnight that night ~~~~~~

I jolt awake to the sound of a gunshot. This is the middle of New York City! If we were in a small town in Texas or something, I'd understand it... But here? In one of the safest neighborhoods in the state? I'm not sure. And it sounded closer than that... Like it was in the house....

I run downstairs to figure out the commotion and you won't believe what I see.

My father. A bullet hole in his head and a gun in his limp hand. Is this what he meant? I thought he meant he was moving out...

I can't get myself to move. All I seem capable of is screaming. After that, I black out.

~~~~~~ 6 months later ~~~~~~

I came out of the coma 3 months ago. I still haven't been able to function though... The doctors say I'm in shock. I say I just don't want to live anymore.

Max walks into the room with my breakfast, like he does every morning. I barely eat anything. He doesn't seem too bothered.

This is one of the many reasons I love my big brother. After the incident, he had his girlfriend move in and they've been working and treating me like I'm their child. They finished school last year and I'm supposed to be a freshman starting tomorrow... That's not happening.

"Frankie?" He asks as his girlfriend Daniela walks in, "We've been thinking... And the doctors think this is a good idea too..."

This can't be good. He's stuttering, the doctors approve, Dani's comforting him...

"What your brother is trying to say doll, is that we have found an intensive out-patient therapy program for you. You'd start tomorrow, you'd do all of you school work there... There will be plenty of kids? Okay? We just want you to be better is all. We love you. Please agree to go?" Dani explains for him.

They say I need to agree but I know I have no real choice. So I just nod.

Maybe it's time for me to get better anyway??

They both smile and thank me telling me things are gonna get better...

Hopefully it will.

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Sorry this chapter was short (:

Longer ones in the future.

Ily