Run Off → 91 Days Fanfic

Run Into My Arms

Y'all should be expecting long ass chapters from now on oof haha

There were enough employees working at the pharmacy that you were free for the next month or more. It wasn't unusual for you to be out of work, you only stood at the front desk during weekdays and you weren't being paid anyways.

The employees liked it when you were out of the pharmacy, they felt a little overwhelmed working with such an affluent person. You wanted to help out with the business, but your father says that the paperwork needs to be read and done by a man.

You didn't understand the difference, your mother was the one who first ran the pharmacy. It irked you a lot, you couldn't seem to wrap your head around the fact that your parents wished they had a son.

They didn't want to try again, they said that raising you was enough for them. Your parents said you drove the servants crazy, running through the courtyard and bringing bugs into the mansion.

All the more, you were a female. You were the end of the [L/N] line because your father's siblings never had children and your parents didn't want another child.

No matter how many times your parents say that they love you just the way you are, guilt couldn't help but itch at your mind. You felt like men had it easier, no tight dresses nor being picked on by those scary old women who prey off of poor etiquette.

Perhaps if they gave birth to a boy, you wouldn't be having this conversation right now. You felt trapped sitting on the leather chair as your mother and father stand before you.

You fiddled with your fingers nervously, feeling a little uneasy due to the curtains blocking the sunlight and dimming the office.

It seemed like the mood in the room went down, there was a gloomy atmosphere surrounding both of your parents. Your father clears his throat and decides to speak up first.

"I know we've had this conversation before and I don't want you to act so childishly like last time." The man says as he scratches his chin with his fingers.

You were silent, glancing at your mother to save you from your father's lectures. They sent Corteo away on a grocery run, knowing you would use him as an escape.

"You're almost eighteen, [Y/N]." That sentence seemed to hint at what the subject was going to be. "Many girls your age have already gone through with the whole process, such as Fio for example."

"But," Your lips trembled. "I don't want to... It's too soon."

Your mother was walking around the chair, stopping behind you to pat your hair softly. "It's alright, [Y/N]. Your father and I know what's best for you."

Your eyebrows curled upwards, "Please, I don't want to..."

"Your mother is right, we will plan everything so you don't have to worry about a single thing."

"There's no one I love," You seemed to stumble with your words, your eyes were filled with disbelief. "You cannot force this type of thing on me, please."

Your mother looks at the man in front of her as she stops stroking your hair, the action made your heart sink. Your father simply sighs.

"I've spoken with Don Vanetti,"

"What?" You shook your head, not believing the shit that was coming out of your father's mouth. "I told you, I don't want that...!"

"Listen to me when I speak, [Y/N]." A fist forms in your father's hand and his voice seemed to raise. "You shouldn't talk back to me."

"No," Your blood began to boil, "You shouldn't be planning my future behind my back!"

"Control your daughter!" The man looks at his wife for assistance, pinching the bridge of his nose as he was on the verge of giving up.