If They Don't Love You Back (COMPLETED✔️)

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May 19, Sunday

Francisco's POV

Weird thing about me, every time I get ready to go out, I put on some Elvis. I like to think my choice of fashion is based off him and a little bit of John Travola as Danny Zuko, from Grease. I have the black slick back hair, black jacket and cuffed jeans. Instead of wearing my usual black old school vans, I slip into my black and white chucks and lace them up.

I grab my black comb and run it through my hair once more before finally heading out to pick up Elizabeth so we can go to the fair with Lucas and Zoey 101.

I turn off my speaker and grab my pack of cigarettes and take one out, I put in between my lips and walk downstairs. My mom is sitting on the couch, with a pen in her hand and papers on her lap. I grab the lighter on the coffee table and light my cigarette.

"What are you doing?" I ask her.

"I'm filling out some papers," she says as she scribbles her signature on some pages.

"For what?" I take a drag keeping it between my fingers.

"I'm going to rehab and you're staying with your father," she says, avoiding eye contact with me.

"Wait what?" I step closer to her.

She finally looks up at me, her eyes are finally clear white and she has a little bit more color in her face.

"You're staying with your dad while I go into rehab," she repeats.

"How long are you gonna be there?" I ask.

"As long as I need to go back to my old self and recover my son," she frowns, then looks down at the pages.

I have so much anger built up inside me caused by her. I want to yell at her and tell her that I never want her to come back. I'm eighteen next year and I'll finally be on my own. She's barely even a mother. I hate her but if she's willing to try to get better, I can learn to forgive her step by step. I sigh and nod.

"When are you leaving?" I ask.

"Tomorrow morning," she continues to sign on the pages.

"Well, I hope you get better," I tell her before lifting my cigarette back to my lips and exiting the house.

I get into my car and drive off to Elizabeth's house.

Elizabeth's POV

Francisco honks as I run out of my house. He continues to honk even though he's making eye contact with me.

"Can you shut up?" I laugh as I get into the passenger seat.

"Oops," he smiles.

"Okay so Zoey texted me her address and Lucas is there with her," I tell Francisco as I look down at my phone.

"Put the GPS because I suck at directions," he says. I go into Google Maps and type in her address. The little voice on my phone begins to talk and Francisco follows her directions.

"Can I ask you something?" Francisco speaks up after a while of silence.

"Of course," I say. My heart is pounding against my chest. I hate when people ask me that, it makes me so nervous.

"Where is your dad?" He asks. My stomach drops to my stomach. I feel like the car is getting smaller and someone is stepping on my chest.

"Where is your dad?" I repeat his question.

"He's the principal at our school," he says, looking over at me, "my parents divorced when I was thirteen. My mom went back home to New Jersey and I had to go with her, obviously. My mom became an alcoholic so my dad got custody of me but then my mom came back to Manhattan and she wanted me back with her and since my dad was so busy and was barely home, he let me move back with her. I was homeschooled until my dad convinced me to go to his school but it wasn't easy. He bribed me with a house for myself but I took my mom in with me."