Beautiful You (A Vinny Castronovo Love Story) *Completed*

Chapter Forty-Three

(Gabrielle's POV)

I walked in, and braced myself for the hateful words that were going to hit me, but nothing was said. I sighed with relief, and ran up to my room, locking the door behind me. I unpacked my bag, and put all my clothes back in my closet. I laid on my bed, and brought my laptop to my chest. As I scrolled through my Tumblr, I wondered why neither of my parents had came up to scold me yet. My questions ceased when in came my mother. "Hello Gabrielle." She hissed, making me shiver in disgust. I hate her so much. "What do you want?" I asked, pushing my laptop to the side, and sitting up. "Why were you with a boy?" She asked. I shook my head, and made our eyes meet. Hers were pitch black.. Wow, she hates me as much as I hate her. "Did I mumble? Or are you just choosing to ignore me dumbass?" My mom asked. I shook my head, and stood up, but she pulled me back by my wrist. She looked down, and saw the cut marks. Shit. I quickly pulled my wrist away from her grip, and stared at the ground. "Oh..." She mumbled, tears sticking in her throat. Was she actually going to cry over me? I looked up, and to my surprise saw tears falling from her eye. "That's why mom. He helped me stop. He made me feel better. He was there for me, when you and dad weren't." I said, rubbing my wrist. "I'm, I'm sorry...." My mom said, looking into my eyes. I shook my head. "No you're not. You're just guilty. Just, go on that vacation with Dad. I won't be missed obviously." I said bitterly. "I'm aplogizing and you're treating me like this?" My mom scoffed. "MOM. You don't understand! You owe me so much more than an apology. You care about work more than you care about me!" I yelled. She rolled her eyes. "Everything I do is for you. And you're being a little bitch. So, I guess I have to punish you to get through to you. You're not aloud out of this house for the next week. While me and your dad are on vacation, you'll be here. Whether you like it or not. Maybe that will teach you to be thankful for what you have you little spoiled brat." She spat at me, and walked out, slamming the door behind her. I shook my head, the tears coming rapidly. I hate her. I swear to God. I reached for my phone, and dialed Vinny's number in. "Hello? Baby, are you okay?" He asked, concern in his voice. "Hi baby. Yes, I'm just punished... But, my mom found out I've been cutting..." I said, choking on my tears. "Oh baby... How'd she take it?" Vinny asked. "I hate her so much..." I sobbed into the phone. "So she didn't take it well?" Vinny asked. "No..." I wailed. "I'm sorry. I'll be over later baby. Text me when your parents are gone. I love you."  Vinny said. "I love you too. Bye baby." I hung up, and fell back on to my bed. How did things go from perfect, to absolutely terrible once again...