𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐎 ✓

TWENTY NINE 🥀

Mattia | Mia

"How was dinner?"

"It was okay."

"How was your night?"

"Fucking terrible."

"What happened?"

"It's my father again."

"What about him?"

"Mattia, are you hurt?"

"No."

"Then what is it?"

"He came home today, for the first time in a week or so."

"He was surprisingly sober, but he wasn't alone."

"What do you mean?"

"He brought his friend along, he's staying with us for a while until he finds a place to live at."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Fuck no."

"I'm probably going to get a beating soon once they're drunk."

"They're?"

"He won't lay a finger on you now? I'm sure your father-"

"My father does not fucking care about me, Mia."

"I thought I told you about my past....or were you not fucking listening?"

"No I was—"

"I don't wanna fucking stay here."

"I have an idea."

"Is it stupid?"

"N-No..."

"Stay with us, for a while."

"How long is a while?"

"And you're willing to let me stay with your family?"

"As long as you want, I'm sure mother won't mind and plus my parents are out of town."

"Does your mother know about me?"

"Kind of, Ive mentioned your name a couple of times during dinner."

"I don't think she's gonna like me."

"And plus, I can't really come right now...dad and his friend are in the living room watching some football game."

"Is there a window? Nearby?"

"Right."

"I guess I'm willing to break my legs for you."

"Okay okay, tell your dad you're going out for a little bit."

"I've got an idea. I'll be at yours in a few."

"I'll see you soon."

"Please take care."

"Yeah."

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