The Shy Girl's Bad Boy (Interracial) ✅

Ch. 28 I Have Your Back

Valeria's pov

We planned on having the sleepover the next weekend, starting Friday since we had a three day weekend.  Travis and I just made it into the garage. "I can't wait to get out of here" I mutter. "Did you have it yet?" he asks.

"They're moving the furniture in. I just need to pay the last million and no payments for that one." I sigh

 "What if dad tries to make me stay here? He's been making threats lately and-"

 "Don't believe that. I have the case in process and the results should be here by Friday."

 "...What results?" he raises a brow.

 "For me to be your guardian!"

 "...You adopted me?"

 "Well you can call it that. You're 17 but your birthday isn't all the way until next year. Now you need to know something, Travis. I'll tell you over text since this is very important. I-" the door slammed open, "Where in the- where have you both been?! I did didn't even know you were out!" 

 "We went places" I answered. " Travis if you had her on anything! ANYTHING! You won't see another sunrise!"  he starts yelling, he had a half empty wine bottle swinging around in his hand. We went inside, the door slammed shut, echoing in the house. We both went upstairs but halted by his voice, "Es tres de la mañana! Did you take her to that club?!" he turns to Travis.

 "Dad we went to the hospital! A lot happened!" I answer for him. "For what? He overdosed again?" 

"Our friend was in there."

 "Who?" 

"None of your business. It's not like you cared in the first place! You never cared about me or Travis!" "Don't you go there!" 

"Ever since mom was gone you took it out on Travis!"

 "Where are you hearing this from?"

 "Your nasty attitude." I spat. 

 What went from a few words went to a full blown argument of Spanish.  Travis went upstairs, not wanting to hear it. 

"You hated Travis, admit it."

 "I would never hate him-" "Then why would you be so cruel to your own son!" 

"He acts too much like his mother. He's hardheaded and speaks before he thinks! Always assuming stuff! Todo el tiempo!"

 "That's it isn't it? He reminds you of mom, and he looks like her, he reminds you of her! He's a reminder of her and you don't want to accept that she died. Mom would be ashamed of you-" before I could get the rest of the words out, a loud smack was heard throughout the empty house. I fell right on the stairs, feeling a stinging pain on on my face.  Did he just....slap me?

 I looked up at him, feeling his glare burn into my eyes, I scrambled up and, ran up the stairs, not saying anything else to him. I made it to the top and walked fast past Travis' room, trying my hardest to keep in the tears of pain.  

"What just happened?"  luckily Travis wasn't there or it would've been more of a meltdown.  "Nothing." I walked past him, and went into my room and slammed the door, locking it. 

"Val open up! What did he do to you?!" three bangs followed,  "Val open the door!" "I said nothing happened Travis! I'm fine!" the tight feeling down in my throat came in. "I'm fine....." I trail off, curling up against the head board of my bed. That was the first time mi papa hit me. 

To think if he did me like that, then he must've done this to mom- more than once. The door knob wiggled, and the door was kicked open. Travis jogged in, the anger radiating from his aura, he grabbed my shoulders, "Look at me!"  I looked up seeing the look on his face. "Did he touch you?!" "S-Si" my voice breaks, the tears fell down giving some relief to the pain. 

Travis moved my hair behind my ear, most likely seeing my cheek red, his hand gently cupped my cheek, I slightly flinched. He walks off. "No wait Travis stop!" the door slammed. I knew how Travis was, I fell off of the bed onto the floor, I scrambled up, by the time I went to the door, it was too late. The sound of glass breaking, the sound of a fight.  Though the house wasn't finished being furnished, I went straight to me closet. Choking on tears, and swallowing them down,  I opened up my closet and walked in, grabbing two suitcases, and started to shove clothes and shoes in them.

 I closed one suit case and went to my door, unlocking it and ran out. "Travis!" it was quiet. "T-Travis?" I ran down the stairs.

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