'Little bold one'

Force

It was the fifth day of our break, meaning we were skipping back to England in the following 48 hours.
I honestly didn't want to leave Italy but I desperately wanted to see Clarke; no matter how messed up the situation was.
This was when my mother got the call.
"Heyyyy. How are youuu. I miss you so much and I want you to be my wife forever and ever." It was Derek, drunk Derek. We could both hear house music in the background and girls giggling around him. What was going on.
"Where are you?" Mother replied, accusingly.
"At. At a university party. It's amazing."
"Yeah, it sounds it." Mother wasn't impressed. She hung up the phone, only to get a call from him 2 minutes after.
"YOU ARE GOING TO MARRY ME NO MATTER WHAT. YOU NEED ME AND MY MONEY OTHERWISE YOU WOULD STILL BE LIVING IN THAT DUMP IN SPAI-- ITALY."
My mother cried for a long while. How dare he threaten my mother, force her into something she didn't want! Call this place a dump, it's higher than his standards any day of the week.
How could it end this way, how could we experience such misery over a wealthy, alcoholic monster. Apparently this wasn't the worst he's said. That made me feel sick.
We had to return to England in 47 hours time. Our plan was to go back, collect our things, stay in one of mother's university friends flat until we could afford to get another flight back here. This was it this was reality. We were being dumped again.