❝ FAMILY? ❞
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zabdiel rang the doorbell, waiting for her to come open the door. she had texted him her location for them to discuss on the project.
the girl opened the door and stepped aside to let him in. "hi," he said and walked in. "my brother's asleep upstairs so we'll just stay here," she said, leading him into the living room.
"you have a brother?" he asked. "oh no the one sleeping is my cat," she said, smiling sarcastically. "yes i do, he's 10," she then stated.
"is this him?" zabdiel asked, referring to a picture framed on a shelf in the living room. danna turned to see what he was looking at, "yeah."
"okay enough about my family, let's get to the reason you're here," she said, sitting down on the couch.
he nodded, sitting down across from her as they got some things ready.
𐇲𐇲𐇲
it was now 5pm, and zabdiel decided it was time for him to just head back. they've been working on the project for five hours, and they're off on a good start.
just as he walked out the door, a truck pulled up in the driveway. danna sighed. "you should go, now," she said, firmly, looking straight into the boy's eyes.
he seemed confused, especially since her eyes held a different kind of look this time. it was like she actually cared for a second.
he simply nodded and walked away.
once he was out of sight, her uncle out of the car, stumbling on his feet. it was clear the man was drunk again, he could barely even walk straight.
"dannita! helloo," he slurred, stumbling across the doorstep. "get inside tío," she sighed, grabbing his arm and helping him into the house.
danna held in her breath as he smelled like he had took a whole bath in a bath tub filled with alcohol. he fell straight onto the couch, knocked out.
𐇲𐇲𐇲
it was 7pm, and danna was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. her uncle had woken up, clearly hungover and walked into the kitchen.
her brother, mateo, who was sat at the end of the kitchen counter stared at him. he always wondered why his uncle would come back in that state almost everyday.
"what are you cooking?" her uncle rafael asked. "the usual," she stated, serving him and her brother a plate of chicken with rice each.
"when are you gonna get an actual job, tío? you come home drunk everyday, you'll ruin yourself," danna said to him.
"you're a kid. you don't get to tell me what to do," he spat. danna scoffed. "well i'm the one running this goddamn household," she said.
"with my money," he stated. "your money?" danna chuckled. "you mean abuelita's money? because for god's sake you're living on her money," she spat.
"you shut up if you know what's good for you and your brother," he said lowly, gripping tightly onto the fork in his hand.
danna took a step back, inhaling deeply.
"mateo bring your food to the living room," she said to her brother and the boy did as told.
"before your father died, he told me to take care of you both," rafael said to her. "yeah? flashing news; you're not doing that. we're taking care of ourselves," she said to him.
"well i have to go to work everyday," he said. "work? you mean drowning yourself with alcohol and terrifying a 10 year old boy everytime you work through that door drunk?" danna questioned.
rafael slammed his hand onto the table, making the girl jump slightly.
"mind your business young lady. someday it'll be good for you," he spat, leaving the house again.
✎ᝰ┆𝐚𝐝𝐢 ♡
an insight of danna's life, don't worry there's more 😌 and they get rather interesting....
