toxic. alejandro rosario

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it's been four months since alejandro and zeala have spoken a word to each other.

zeala was not doing ok, she couldn't handle depending on only herself. she needed some kind of support in her life, which she did not have anymore.

alejandro was doing whatever. he was barely going back into his soccer habits and trying to get himself back into the routine. his ankle took longer than expected to fully heal, even then it still hurt for alejandro to put a lot of pressure on it, let alone kick a soccer ball.

"mom, i didn't do anything. he's BLAMING me when it was his own fault. i was at school literally all day doing a project, how am i going to break the tv. i don't even watch tv down here." zeala said, her frustration taking a form in tears.

nothing new fighting with her family, but this time zeala was accused of breaking the family tv. zeala knew it was nate, she saw it with her own eyes but of course her mom wouldn't believe her, she would believe nate who she knew for about two years over her own daughter, that was just the way it was, zeala was used to it.

"stop trying to put the blame on him and own up to your mistake. since you broke it, you have to pay for it. stop being lazy all the damn time and get a job, you better get the money quick or else you're out of here." sierra said, zeala was in shock, she had threatened to kick her out if she didn't get the money for a TV she didn't even break. it was bullshit.

"mom fucking listen to me for once PLEASE. i did not break it, nate did. i was coming down stairs and i don't know if he got mad or something but he hit it with his fists and it dropped. you really think i'm capable of breaking a TV." zeala said, hoping her mom would believe her.

"zeala stop with the bullshit. nate was with me the whole day, you broke it, just own up to it already. i'm not telling you again, get this fucking money or you're out of here." sierra said, both intoxicated and high. this was the worst she's talked to zeala, threatening to kick her out of the house. zeala knew the only reason her mom wanted the money so desperately was so she could afford more alcohol and cigarettes.

"mom please listen to me please, nate wasn't with you the whole time, he came by for like an hour. stop listening to the shit he tells you, you don't even trust your own daughter anymore." zeala said, bawling, trying to get her mom to listen to her but she ignored her, going back outside where nate was waiting. they left to some kind of restaurant, completely forgetting about zeala, again, like always.

zeala was left alone once again, her tears staining her sweater.

she was at her lowest, she didn't know what to do. she had one person in mind, the only person she ever trusted with her situation and knew of her situation.

don't do it zeala

even though he hurt her just as bad, she needed him. she knew it was the wrong move, but she just needed support. she needed someone she could vent to, she needed someone who would be there for her. she didn't know if he would be capable of providing that but she didn't care. she was at a vulnerable state, who else would she be able to go with. no one likes her nor cares about her besides him. i mean matter a fact, he cared more about her than her parents did.

zeala's mind told her it was a bad idea, but her heart told her differently.

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