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The second I'm inside and I see him sitting on the sofa I pull mom into the kitchen. 

"Why the hell did you let him in?!" I hiss, but she raises her hands in surrender. 

"I didn't do it. It was your father. He has no clue of what happened. He knows you are not on good terms, but not what actually happened. You can't blame him Anca, you never told him and I felt like it was not my place to tell him." I sigh and rub my face. 

"Okay, there we go. I don't feel like facing him at all, but I'll kick him out right now." Mom sends me an apologetic look and I step into the living room. "I'm sorry you have to leave. Now." 

"Anca, please, let me explain." 

"There is nothing to explain, now leave." He doesn't seem to give up that easily. Nowadays I like that in people, but right now I hate it in him. Why can't he see I really don't want to talk to him after what happened?

"This is the final time I will tell you. Leave. Now." I point towards the door, but he still doesn't move a muscle. "Leave!" I scream, too frustrated to stay calm. I can see he is shocked. I'm not the one to start yelling, but it helps. He starts to leave and takes his jacket off the coatrack. 

"I really wish you would listen to me Anca." I ignore him and open the front door to see a car drive into the street. Oh no. "Are you okay?" He asks me. 

"You have to go now."

"I know you told me..."

"I'm serious. I care about your health, even though I'm super upset with you, so please leave." No yelling, just me with a small voice, basically begging him to leave. The car stops in front of my house. 

"Why would you have to be... Wait is that..." 

Well, drama drama drama. I love drama :)

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