"I had classes" ofcourse. I didn't wanted to see your ugly fucking face.
                          
"Just say you were whoring around" Bora said.
                          
"Yeah. I was getting some dick. Happy?"
                          
She shot me a disgusting glare. "You see this lenzo? This disgusting little shit. Talk to me back like that once again-"
                          
"Tsk. I'm not here for that. Now you" I nodded towords father "tell me what is this all shit about, so I can get the fuck out"
                          
"Oh. Can you see the resemblance lenzo. Just like that fucking slut whore -" Bora started.
                          
"Bora. I suggest you to keep your shit to your fucking self. If I hear one more time about you talking about my mother then it won't end fucking well" I said calmly although inside my head was anything but calm. 
                          
My hands were itching to drive a fucking car over her.
                          
"Also I'm here because this man here wanted to talk. So you better start fucking talk now." I looked at father in his eye as he put one of his hand on Bora's thigh to keep her shut.
                          
He smiled at me. 
                          
"You wanna have a drink daughter? It's been so so long you been here"
                          
I sighed "JUST FUCKING TALK. WILL. YOU" I raised my voice slightly. 
                          
he shakes his head "you gonna get married Tomorrow"
                          
My hear skipped a beat at that as the reality hits me. But I didn't show them any reaction. 
                          
This wasn't something I expected. I mean I saw it coming but wasn't it too soon?
                          
Nodding head "anything else?"
                          
"You are gonna live with them" I rolled my eyes at him.
                          
"I'll message you the time and place, be there. On time. Like a good girl." Again with that ordering. This bitch. 
                          
I laughed at him "Ovviamente sono sempre stata una brava ragazza." 
(ofcourse I always been a good girl)
                          
His jaw clenched as he looked at me. I know he hates it when I speak in one of my native language since it reminds him of mamma. His failure. At least for him.
                          
"What padre?" 
(Father)
                          
I talked in my accent just to piss him off and it sure did. 
                          
"Anyways was that all you wanna say?" I asked still with my heavy accent evident. 
                          
"You. Are. Disgusting." He snarled at me. Nothing new huh. 
                          
"What did you except from a daughter of whore sweety. Ofcourse she will be a fucking dirt-"
                          
"No one asked to open your fucking mouth." I gave a hard glare to her and moved my gaze to father and snorted at him as he was sure angry. 
                          
"Does me reminds you of mamma? Of how you failed to keep her to yourself and how you failed to satisfy her. Hmm?"
                          
"Tsk. che peccato"
(Such a shame)
                          
He was second away from blasting up I knew that. 
                          
"Your mother couldn't keep her legs closed just like you"
                          
He didn't, did he?
                          
That caused my eyes to twitch as I was holding my self from doing something I don't want to. Not yet at least. 
                          
I took deep breath as I felt my hands sweaty. No. The memories were wild in my head as I tried get a grip by breathing. 
                          
"You better shut the fuck up" I growled at him.