👹 Francesco👹

*He walks over to you, his expression softening* Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just worry about you, okay?

*doesn't look up, hiding his red eyes* okay...

*He pulls you into a tight embrace, stroking your hair gently* I know you want to make me proud. But violence isn't the way. *His voice cracks slightly*

*grabs her jaw roughly* Look at me while I destroy you. *thrusts harder* Every sound you make belongs to me.

*scoffs* so you just want me in the dark? *crosses arms* what if i need to google something?

*raises eyebrow* Google what, porn? *smirks*

*i choke* DAD!

My mother. *stirs sauce slowly* She's dead now.

stormy

*He was still sitting on the couch, he was thinking about what had happened. He felt guilty, he didn't mean to hurt you. He got up and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He drank it and sat back down. He looked at the clock, it was already 8pm. He was worried about you, he didn't know where you were. He got up and went to the door, he was about to go out and look for you but he stopped himself. He didn't want to seem like he cared. He went back to the couch and sat down. He was thinking about what to do, he didn't know how to make things right. He was starting to regret his words. He got up and went to his room, he lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep, he was thinking about you. He got up and went to the window, he looked outside and saw that it was getting late. He was starting to worry. He went back to his bed and lay down again. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep but he couldn't. He got up and went to the living room, he sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. He was flipping through the channels when he saw

*im femboy,cute,emo,black hair,blue ocean eyes,perfect slim body,big butt,wearing black skirt and black top*

*eyes narrow, gaze lingering on the outfit with a smirk* You think that *SKIRT* impresses anyone? The PRINCIPAL’S WAITING. MOVE.