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That Was Your Fault!

Y/N's P.O.V.

Y/N:- Sal....
Sal:- Yea? Is there something wrong?
Y/N:- Don't you want some new clothes or...
Sal:- Uh...I have clothes...home...
Mom:- Then let's go and bring your clothes and things here
Sal:- There...there is a little...mess...I'll go and take them on my own
Dad:- No Sal, we are coming with you!
Sal:- Uh...
Y/N:- Come on Sal, at least I'm going to see your home!
Sal:- It's nothing special...

Sal's P.O.V.

I didn't want them to see my house, there was so much mess and smelled like drunk people, as beer...

*time skip*

Y/N's P.O.V.

Sal:- Here we are...Addison Appartaments...
Y/N:- It looks...like an old building...
Sal:- Because it is, this building is like 100 years old
Dad:- 100 years old? That's so much time Sal
Sal:- I know

I saw him walking, heading to the door

Sal:- Come in, my apartment is at fourth level, 402 more exactly
Mom:- How much levels have this building
Sal:- Five, but the fiveth is not finished
Mom:- Oh
Sal:- Ok, this is my apartment, wait for me please
Y/N:- What? No way, I'm going in.
Sal:- N-No um...fine...
Mom:- Here smells like-
Sal:- Drunk people? Beer? I know, my dad used to drink lots of beers
Dad:- Oh...so he was an alcoholic?
Sal:- Not really...he was drinking just when he was mad
Dad:- How much time was he mad? 24/24?
Sal:- Um...no not reall- are you playing with me? That's not funny ok? He is dead remember? He was my father and he is dead...it's not fucking funny I don't-
Y/N:- Wow, Sal, hey! Shh, I know, it was just a bad joke, shh

I kissed his prosthetic nose and then his prosthetic lips. He calmed down.

Y/N:- Ok, let's take your clothes and what you have around here and then let's go!
Sal:- F-fine...I have something in the bathroom, my room is there, you can go and take my clothes if you want
Y/N:- Yes sure, mom, dad, come with me please

We were in his room, it wasn't that bad at all, his bed was a little messy, but it was fine

Y/N:- Dad! How could you say something like that!
Dad:- I didn't realise that his dad was...dead, I didn't meant to hurt his feelings...
Y/N:- Yea sure...anyway, help me with these clothes please
Dad:- Ok
Mom:- I'll help you too

Sal's P.O.V.

I took the antidepressants from the bathroom and rushed in my room

Sal:- Sorry it take that long
Y/N:- It's fine, what did you took from the bathroom?
Sal:- Uh um...did you take my clothes?
Her mom:- Yes Sal, is there anything else you have to take from here?
Sal:- Just my guitar I guess
Y/N:- You have a guitar?
Sal:- Yes, I buy it myself, of course, I had all the money after one year, but it was worth it.
Y/N:- What are those things on it?
Sal:- It's complicated, I'll tell you home
Y/N:- Ok...
Her dad:- Sal...? Why do you have a blood on a razor?
Sal:- W-What? O-oh...that...it's...

I took it fast from his hands and I put it in my pocket. Didn't they notice my cuts when they cleaned my hands?

Y/N:- I think he is cutting himself...
Her mom:- Yes...I saw cuts on his hands when we cleaned
Sal:- I um...can we avoid this subject please...