Hailey's POV
"She's what?!" Angela exclaims.
I shrug my shoulders for what seemed to be like the 29th time, trying to explain to Angela what just happened with Carmen on the phone, I definitely wasn't hungry anymore.
"She's leaving for good, she's not coming back..." I murmur, attempting to ease the heavy weight on my chest, I have the urge to cry but I can't, I'm sad but I'm also mad at the same time, I don't know what emotion to latch onto, I'm confused at this point, it doesn't make sense.
Should I be sad because my best friend is hurting so badly to the point where the only type of relief she can feel is for her to move away?
Or do I continue to be mad because my best friend is a coward, a selfish woman who would rather run away and make it easier for her than to allow herself to feel any type of pain and face her problems, attempting to fix them.
"I don't get it, why would she just leave?"Angela mutters to herself. "I know Ric, he's completely head over heels for Carmen, I could hear it in his voice whenever we would talk, he wouldn't just let her leave, he'd find a way."
I shrug my shoulders one last time, "doesn't surprise me really, when the going gets tough Carmen always backs away."
Angela frowns, "I know you're upset, Hail, but some people just don't know how to deal with pain, don't be too mad at her, let her get herself together for a bit and then reach out, you guys are best friends, best friends fight and argue sometimes, look at Dion and KP."
"We were best friends," I mumble. "She said that I wasn't her friend anymore, she made it seem like she basically hates that I'm with Isaac."
"Hailey-"
I feel a small stream of tears run down my cheek and quickly reach for a napkin, wiping my face, "like it's mine and Isaac's fault that they broke up."
"It's not, Hailey-"
"Ric broke up with her to protect her, not because he doesn't care. Isaac said that him being with her wasn't safe, that if worse came to worse Carmelo would go after her and use her against Ric."
"And KP's right, Hail, Carmelo can be unpredictable sometimes, but of course Carmen's not going to see it that way, she's hurting right now, she's lashing out, love blinds you sometimes and makes you think differently."
I motion to wipe the tears that are still falling from my eyes, "I would never leave her behind."
Angela frowns and reaches for one of my hands laying it on the table and squeezes it, "I know, Hail, but not everyone is gonna have a heart as wholesome as yours and you shouldn't expect them to either, you're setting yourself up for failure that way."
I glance down at her hand and squeeze it as I continue to quietly let tears stream down my face.
"Give her some time to think for herself, let her do what she wants to do, let her realize on her own that she made a mistake by leaving, leaving you, it'll all resolve itself in the end if she really is your best friend."
I nod quietly.
"And if it doesn't then I am so sorry, you might've lost a friend but gained so many more," she smiles softly.
I let a small sob out as I release her hand and go to wipe my face for a third time.
"Hailey.."
I quickly look to my left when I feel a hand on my shoulder, It's Ian.
There's a soft worrisome look on his face, he leans down to whisper into my ear, although it's not much of a whisper, "why don't we take Ms. DeSoto to her house and head home?"
I nod.
"Oh, no, don't worry about me, Hailey, you go ahead, I'll call Dion or one of my dads guys to get me," she offers a smile.
I shake my head, "I'm not just gonna leave you here, Ang, we'll take you home, we picked you up."
She nods her head pointing over at my bowl of cold pasta, "want me to get you a box for that?"
"No, it's fine."
"Hailey, you barely touched your food, you need to eat.."
"I will later, I promise, you ready?"
Angela frowns a bit and is then nodding her head and begins to dig around in her purse and is pulling out a hundred dollar bill, placing it on the table.
"Hey, today was my treat!" I scold her and reach for the bill trying to hand it back to her.
She takes it in her hand and smiles, placing it back on the table, "it was my idea to grab lunch, therefore my idea, my treat."
"Ang, that's too much..." I say.
She shrugs her shoulders and gets up from her chair, slinging her purse on her right shoulder, "a little extra for the commotion earlier," she grins.
I don't say anything else in return, her money, her choice.
We begin to walk towards the SUV with Ian walking besides me to my left surprisingly. I catch him looking over at me a couple times from the corner of my eyes but I don't dare look up at him.
I'm embarrassed.
I don't want him to think i'm this cry baby who constantly has the need to cry, because we're definitely that person anymore, I want him to see me as the bad ass who took his advice and started sticking up for herself, the bad ass that fucked Layla's shit out two weeks ago.
He unlocks the doors to the SUV and is reaching for Angela's door allowing her to step inside, she instantly scoots over to the other side allowing me to get in afterwards instead of having to walk on the other side of the truck, and I do.
I climb into the back seat and reach for the door, attempting to close the door but something prevents me from doing so, someone does, Ian.
He has his hand latched onto the handle from the outside, holding onto the door as I attempt to close it for a second time. I look up at him as he stares me down, glancing down at my hand on the inside part of the door and I let go, allowing him to close the door himself.
A couple seconds later Ian's climbing into the driver seat and is starting the SUV, reversing out of the parking spot heading back onto the road. We drive back to Angela's house in silence and my own thoughts start to get the best of me and I'm tearing up all over again, wiping my tears away with my hand.
Angela quickly undos her seatbelt when she notices me crying and is scooting over to the middle seat and is wrapping her arm around me, pulling me into her, hugging me as I slowly begin to crumble in her brace.
Before Isaac and his friends came along Carmen was literally the only person, friend I had, losing friendships, a friend, wasn't something that I experienced before and let me tell you this shit hurts.
When I say that Carmen is my rock she really is, she's my everything, my back bone when I need someone to pick me up, our friendship definitely ain't perfect but who's is really. If she really leaves I know she's not coming back, something deep down inside tells me that she's gone for good and that's the part I'm having trouble accepting.
She can leave for all I care, she can get her breather like she needs to, she can pick herself up like she needs to, Carmen's one of the toughest persons I know, she'll bounce back like she always does, but I can't handle her not talking to me, I can't handle us not being friends anymore, I can't do any of this without her.
Yeah sure I've gained some new friends like Angela mentioned, but at the end of the day they're not really my friends, they're his friends, they're Isaac's friends, I wouldn't know these people if it weren't for him.
I know Angela means well, I know that she has my back, that she is a good friend, but at the end of the day, her and Isaac grew up together, her and Isaac have history, I can't go crying to her like I would with Carmen, she can't choose my side without getting in between her and Isaac's friendship, with Carmen gone I'm back to square one, i'm alone again.
Angela stays in the truck a little while longer when we get to her house, she continue to comfort me telling me she can go home with me if I need her to, or I can stay here at her house and Isaac can pick me up later so that I won't be alone and I tell her that I'm fine, I appreciate the gesture, and she getting out of the truck a few minutes later, shouting to call her if I need her and Ian's climbing back into the SUV shortly after.
We begin to drive back home quietly, to Isaac's house actually, my new home-a part of me wants to tell Ian to take me to my dads house because all I really want to do at this point is crawl into bed and just ball my eyes out and I know I can't do that at Isaac's.
I mean technically I can, but I wouldn't feel comfortable, what if someone comes up and finds me in between mid break down, how do I explain myself then, I can't afford for anyone to think I'm the same sad little girl I used to be because I'm so far from that now a days.
I pull my phone back out of my purse and instantly dial Isaac's number, placing the phone next to my ear as I continue to wipe the few tears that keep creeping out of my eyes.
The phone continues to ring and ring and ring, until I'm hitting his voicemail, as always.
I sigh long and hard but I don't leave him a voicemail, I pull the phone away from me and hang up the call, instantly going into his message thread.
The last message is from me, from a couple hours ago stating that I was leaving the house already, he read it about forty minutes ago and reacted to the message with a little thumbs up effect.
Isaac texted me before I left the house explaining how he was most likely going to spend the whole day with his dad because he's being dragging him around with errands so the short texts don't really bother me anymore.
I text him asking him to please call me when he gets a chance because I'm not having a very good day and give him a mini run down of my phone call with Carmen and send the little paragraph.
"Would you like to make any other stops before heading to the estate, Hailey?"
I look up from my phone to find Ian staring at me through the rearview mirror.
I don't answer verbally, I shake my head.
He arches an eyebrow, "perhaps get something to eat since we didn't eat our lunch?"
"No," I answer softly.
He nods his head quietly and continues to drive to Isaac's house, ten minutes later we're driving through the front gate and it surprises me a bit that he doesn't have to check in at the gate.
He drives up the driveway and is putting the car in park about a minute later, killing the engine but makes no effort to get out of the SUV.
"I'm sorry to hear about your friend." His voice is soft and low.
I look up at him but I don't say anything, I can even offer him a small smile at this point, all I want to do is crumble down and cry.
He opens up the middle compartment and is pulling something out of it, a small notepad. He continues to look around in the front of the truck, opening up the glove department he pulls out a pen and is writing something down on the pad and is tearing the paper out a couple seconds later and is handing it back to me.
I stare at the little piece of paper in front of me but make no attempt to grab it.
"Take it," he commands gently.
I reach for it and turn it over to see that he's written down a number on it.
I look up at him.
"Incase I'm not around," he says. "You can text me or call me if you need to go somewhere and I'll head right over."
I immediately begin to smile, "thank you, Ian," and stuff the paper into my bag as he steps out of the SUV and is opening my door a second later.
I climb out of the truck and begin to walk towards the front of the door when Ian's voice is causing me to come to a stop.
"Hailey.."
I turn back to look at him to see he's towards the back of the truck now, a steely expression on his face.
Does this man not know how to smile?
"It's her loss not yours, remember- you're not alone," he says and is immediately walking back over to the driver side of the truck and is climbing in taking off two seconds later.
I inhale a deep breath and exhale it slowly before making my way into the house. I'm really hoping that Mrs. Matteo isn't home yet because my face is a complete mess, you can definitely tell that I was crying.
Grabbing onto one of the door handles I push the door open and immediately step into the cool house, the AC instantly hitting me in the face.
My AC unit never felt this good at home, then again we never had the top of the line things.
There's soft piano music coming from the kitchen area as I begin to make my way towards the staircase, and even begin to pick up the pace because I don't want to ruin anyone.
I'm on like the fourth step when I hear a deep voice say my name, instantly sending shivers down my spine.
"Hailey?"
I turn around to face him, to face Milo.
Sure enough there he is, coming out of the hall, shirtless in a pair of shorts, a towel in his hand, his torso filled with yellow and green bruises from the beating he got not too long ago.
"You're back.." I mumble underneath my breath.
He nods one single time, "what are you doing here? KP's out, the whole entire family actually."
"Carmelo said you would be back later tonight," I say ignoring his question and checked the time on my phone, "It's a little past 4 barely."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that I was working for you and had to give you my check in time," he snarls, staying rooted in his spot.
I roll my eyes, "are you staying down stairs or up stairs?"
"The hell does it matter?"
I plastered a fake smile on my face and walked down the couple steps that I had gone up and walked over to Milo, "they didn't tell you?" He frowns. "Looks like we're roomies," I playfully sock him on the side of the arm. "I live here, that's what the hell I'm doing here, Sax's."
Milo's face contours into an ugly one but he doesn't say anything.
I scoff softly and shake my head about to walk away when I feel a hand grip my upper arm.
Milo pulls me back to where I was first standing, looking dead in the eyes, "you've been crying.. Why?"
I quickly wrench my arm away from him, "what's it to you."
He scoffs loudly throwing his towel over his shoulder, "I may not like you very much, Summers, but it's still anyone of our jobs to look after you if anyone's bothering you."
"You're bothering me," I tell him.
Milo stays quiet, he grimences actually, but doesn't exactly say anything snarky back and it takes me by surprise.
Guess Carmelo really does hold power over his guys.
"Hailey, you're back so soon, sweetheart!" Bevens exclaims as he makes his way out of the kitchen, heading over towards the dining room table, a bottle of cleaner in one hand and a small white rag in the other.
"Yeah, b, do you need help with anything?" I smile offering my help, turning to look in Milo's direction.
"No," he chuckles as he begins to spray the table. "Are you two," he waves the cleaner in our direction, "getting along, should I get Romo?"
I instantly began to smile at the name. Romo was another one of Carmelo's guys that I knew personally, I've actually known him a lot longer than Beanie, Romo and I met when Isaac and I had first started dating.
"No b," I answer with a smile, "we're getting along just fine."
Milo narrows his eyes at me as he inhales a short deep breath, "i'll be downstairs in the basement, what time is dinner b?"
"Seven sir, the boss asked me to inform you that your mother will be joining us tonight."
Milo immediately looks in Bevens direction, a new expression that I've never seen before, written all over his face, "y-you talked to her today?"
B shake's his head no, "Mrs. Matteo ran into her while in town earlier today and invited her over."
"And she agreed?" Milo frowns, taking a couple steps in B's direction.
B smiles, "so it would appear, shall I have the girls prepare something special?"
Milo begins to shake his head and is looking over his shoulder, over at me, there's a steely stern look on his face still, but it's soft now, it's almost a sad expression. He's turning back around the next second, "I don't even know what she likes anymore," he sighs.
"What was her favorite food before you went away?" I asked.
Sax's turns to look at me and shrugs his shoulders.
I mentally roll my eyes, "think."
"Stuffed shells," he says unsurely.
"I can add it to the menu," Bevens smiles.
Milo nods his head softly and even cracks a small smile and I take that as my cue to leave and go lock myself in Isaac's bedroom.
I'm about to start going up the stairs when Milo is calling me all over again.
"Summers.."
I look back at him.
"For real, you good?"
"It's not your job to worry about me," I say and begin to make my way upstairs until I'm finally inside of Isaac's room, kicking my shoes off.
The air suddenly feels a lot thinner in here, but I know that it's my anxiety trying to peak and I really don't want it too, it's been weeks since I had an anxiety attack and I definitely don't plan on having one today.
I toss my bag onto Isaac's bed and head towards his bathroom to go take my second shower for the day, water running always seemed to help, it helped me feel at ease, at peace.
I turn on the speaker that he has sitting on top of the counter, and instantly get annoyed when I've realized that my phone isn't connecting because it's in my purse and not in my pocket.
I open the bathroom door and head back into the bedroom and quickly retrieve my phone, checking to see if Isaac has called me back or texted me and he has.
His text message reads, "I'm on my way home, be there in twenty."
I quickly reply to him and tell him that I'm going to shower to calm down and place my phone on the counter once it's connected to his speaker.
On your mind by Kaskade instantly starts to play on the speaker as I get undressed and hop into the shower.
It's actually one of my favorite songs right now.
I turn the temperature on the water so that it's a little hotter than usual, letting the steam fill up the room.
I stand in the running water for about a good ten minutes just letting it run down my back, attempting to ease the heavy pressure on my chest and little by little it starts to go away until I finally feel somewhat like myself again, and I'm showering climbing out of the glass box a few minutes later.
I grab one of the towels that is hanging on the rack and grab another one, a smaller one from the little closet in the corner, drying off my hair. I step out of the bathroom and head into Isaac's walk-in closet.
I close the door behind me and reach for a pair of panties and a sports bra letting the towel fall and get dressed . I grab a pair of sweatpants and one of Isaac's overly large T shirts and throw it on.
I hear a door close from outside of the closet and instantly reach for the door and step out of it to find my boyfriend walking into his bedroom, a mean glare on his face.
Oh no, he probably didn't have a good day.
"You showered.." he utters softly as he makes his way towards me.
I nod and walk over to him, "I told you I was."
"And I replied to you," he answers. "Did you not read the message?"
I shake my head, "I went in right after I sent it, my phones still in the bathroom."
My music was still playing softly in the background, only it's not as loud anymore because I lowered it through the speaker before getting dressed.
Isaac frowns, walking up to me he cups my face with both of his hands and is leaning down to kiss me on the lips and I instantly melt into him.
"I said to wait for me," he murmurs against my lips, giving me one more kiss and I'm instantly sad.
"I didn't see it," I pout.
Isaac let's go of me, "how are you feeling?" He asked.
I shrug my shoulders, "okay I guess."
I immediately feel the heavy weight on my chest almost instantly, this is not gonna be good, I can already feel like the chills running up my back.
"Hey," Isaac coos as he's reaching for my waist, pulling me into him. "Talk to me, what's going on?"
Like clockwork the tears begin to form in my eyes and I'm wrapping my arms around Isaac, instantly crumbling in his embrace.
Isaac slowly starts running his hand up and down my back as I begin to cry harder and harder until I can feel my body actually shaking with how hard I'm actually crying.
"Babe," Isaac soothes.
"Why won't she just stay," I cry out loud and instantly feel Isaac wrap his arms tighter around me.
"What else did she say, babe?"'
I shake my head and bury my face deeper into his chest.
"Baby," Isaac gently pulls me away from him, placing his hands on my face again. "Talk to me princess."
"She said she was done with this town, she needed a break from it and everyone in it."
Isaac shakes his head, "I'm sure she wasn't referring to you, babe."
"She hates me," I say as I feel another stream of tears run down my cheeks.
"She does not hate you, Hail."
"She said she can't be happy as long as we're together. Patrick will always be around therefore she can't be happy because he's a part of your world and me yours, so she's leaving, she's leaving me," I sob.
Isaac stays quiet and instantly pulls me into him as I begin to break down in his arms all over again.
He tightens his hold around me as he inhales a deep breath, "fuck," he swears under his breath and is pulling me off of him again. "Come on," he starts leading me towards his bed, "sit."
I do. I sit on the edge of Isaac's bed as he squats down in front of me, his hand on one of my thighs, "Carmen doesn't hate you, baby."
I start to nod my head, "you didn't hear her voice-"
"She doesn't hate you," He says, his voice a little rougher than before, a little too stern for my liking. "She's trying to protect you," he adds.
I instantly frown, confused, as Isaac begins to hang his head low.
"Isaac.."
He looks up at me, a hint of worry in the back of his eyes, "please don't hate me," he mumbles and is standing up to his full height.
I immediately get a bad feeling and I don't like it.
"What did you do..." I mumble in return.
He shakes his head, "I didn't do anything, he did."
"Who?"
Isaac begins to pace his bedroom.
"Who, Isaac?"
"You gotta understand, baby, this was the best outcome for everyone, especially for Carmen."
My heart drops to my stomach as I slowly start to realize who he's referring to.
"Your dad," I utterly softly. Isaac stops dead in his track and is quickly looking in my direction with an all time familiar guilty face. My heart begins to slam in my chest and my throat is instantly going dry.
"W-what did he do?"
He shakes his head, "he didn't hurt her, he gave her a choice," he says a little too nonchalant. "He found out, Hail, about that night, about what she witnessed."
My breath immediately hitches, "h-how?"
Isaac shrugs his shoulders, "he knew already, he knew this whole time, and he didn't do a damn thing," he looks in my direction. "I think he waited it off because of Patrick, he was no longer his concern so I think he thought that as long as they were together she wouldn't turn on him."
"What choice did he give her?"
Isaac scoffs as he begins to talk to himself, pacing the room again, "but now Patrick's back with the family, so I told him to get rid of Carmen, to keep herself you know, I was trying to protect her, I was trying to save her for you," he waves a hand in my direction.
"What were her choices babe.."
"She isn't you, I couldn't protect her without going against him, I couldn't do anything, I couldn't stop him."
"Isaac-"
"It wasn't much of a choice," he says quietly. "She either left, or she died."
I feel my breath shake and tears are instantly running down my face all over again.
Isaac rushes over to me, kneeling down in front of me, "this has nothing to do with you, baby, so please don't blame yourself, please don't get in your head. He's making her leave because of Ric, because she's a distraction to him, you're the only reason why she's even alive right now, baby, why he even considered letting her live, no one see's something like that and lives to see the next day."
I shake my head, "she would've told me the real reason."
Isaac shakes his own head now, caressing my leg, "she has too much at steak right now, my dads holding a lot above her if she doesn't leave. I think she lashed out to make it easier for you to hate her for leaving, she was trying to protect you like she always does, baby."
I continue to shake my head as I wipe the tears falling from my face, a new type of emotion taking over, "she might've done it to protect me at first, but you didn't her voice, Isaac, she resents me. I could've saved her, I could've protected her, I could've talked to her, I could've helped if you guys would've just come to me."
"Babe-"
"No," I push his hand away from me, shooting off of the bed. "Your dad may control what happens in your life, Isaac, but he doesn't control mine! I'm not his kid, I'm not his blood, he doesn't get to choose who comes and goes from my life."
"Hailey-"
"As a matter fact, I'll gladly tell him myself because this is some bullshit!" I exclaim as I let the hurt and anger build up inside me. It's the only time I ever feel some type of bravery, when I was angry.
Now I know why the guys are always so angry.
"Babe-"
I begin to walk towards Isaac's bedroom door cutting him off for a third time, "he came home with you?"
Isaac instantly reaches for my arm, "don't do anything stupid, baby."
"Let go of my arm, Isaac."
"Calm down first."
"You guys are always bitching and complaining that I don't have a backbone, I don't know how to stick up for myself, yet the few times that I try someone is always there to stop me!"
"Because you're choosing the wrong people to stick up to, Hailey!"
"Let go of my fucking arm or I'm leaving, Isaac," I grit.
He instantly lets go of my arm as he grimaces and I'm bolting out of his room and making my way down the stairs as I hear Isaac swear from behind me and is following me down the stairway a few seconds later.
"Baby please, think about what you're about to do," he says.
I ignore him and continue to make my way towards Carmelo's office.
I hate that I threw me leaving his house in his face, but it's literally the only thing I could think of at the moment to make him let go, I knew it would get a reaction.
I can't let Isaac in right now, I can't let him comfort me, I can't let him protect me and coddle me, I need to show him, his dad, that I am capable of handling things, that I'm not as fragile as I used to be, I can be strong, I can defend myself no matter who it is. I'm in Isaac's life and I intend on staying in his life, I'm not going anywhere so they need to stop treating me like some delicate flower.
I immediately begin to get more and more nervous the closer I get to Carmelo's office, the doors are shut.
Oh God am I really gonna do this, am I really going to burst into his office, the mob boss's office and confront him.
"Hailey," Isaac utters from behind me.
I swallow the lump of fear that has formed at the back of my throat and try to gather any little courage that I do have and pick up my pace until I'm reaching his office and I'm turning the door knob, busting one of the doors open.
"Babe!" Isaac whispers harshly, attempting to grab my arm and pull me back.
I quickly pull my arm away from him and give him an ugly look before I storm into the office to find his dad sitting behind his desk, with Don sitting right in front of him on the other side of the desk, both instantly looking in my direction,
Oop here goes everything.
Carmelo quickly begins to frown as he looks in my direction and then past me towards his son, "Hailey? Everything okay sweetheart?"
Chills instantly begin to run down my spine as I begin to shake my head and Carmelo's leaning forward on his chair. My eyes immediately begin to burn from the tears that are forming, I no longer know if it's from the hurt, the pain, the anger, or the fear that has finally set it.
"Y-you," I attempt to find my voice. "You ran her out of town.."
Isaac's dad frown only deepens as he slightly tilts his head to the side clueless as to what I'm talking about I guess.
I inhale a deep breath and speak a little more specifically, "you took the only person who mattered to me-e, " my voice cracks. "You made her hate me, you made Carmen leave."
Carmelo's lips slowly tug to the side as he begins to smirk and is looking past me again at Isaac, "you told her."
He's not asking him, he's stating it, pointing out the obvious.
"I had too," Isaac answers from behind me.
Clearly amused, Carmelo begins to nod his head, waving us over to him with a smug smile on his face, "sit, close the door, lets talk."
I begin to shake my head as I feel my hands starting to get clammy, "I don't want to sit."
Carmelo shrugs his shoulders as he begins to sit back in his chair, "very well suit yourself, stand, sit, jump, lay down, I don't give a fuck, but let me tell you something, Hailey. You live under MY roof, I am not your father, I definitely will not put up with your little temper tantrums, you will respect me in my own house, understand that?"
I don't answer him verbally, I simply nod my head.
"Now," he waves a hand in my direction. "Clearly you are upset, so I will allow you one minute to say what it is that you want to say, get things off of your chest."
"You had no right to chase her off," I say.
"Let me stop you right there," Carmelo sits up on his chair. "I think what you mean to say is thank you for letting her live," he grumbles, "because I could've gladly chosen a different outcome and really hit you where it hurts, Hailey."
"She wouldn't have been a problem," I say. "I had already talked to her, I had already given her the rundown of what could happen, she was too scared to even think about going to the cops."
"Good," Carmelo answers dryly. "Now she'll be too scared to return."
The fear and nervous feeling eventually starts to go away as my anger starts to build up and I start to grow a pair.
"You had no business interfering in my life," I hiss, "she is my friend, she is a part of my life, not Isaac's, not yours, you can not just chase my family away!"
Carmelo scoffs as he gets up from his chair as begins to inch in my direction, "family? What the fuck do you know about family, Hailey?"
Donny instantly gets up from his chair and is standing in front of Carmelo as I take a step back, "the day you started dating my boy was the same day that everyone else in your life became irrelevant, you have one family only, Hailey, one."
Isaac reaches for my hand and is quickly pulling me behind him, "pops.."
"You think that I care that you're sad bella, that you're hurt? That you're upset because I ran the one friend you had here, the one person who you actually care about in this city?"
"Dad-"
"I was counting on it," Carmelo retorts.
I don't say anything, I stay quiet, attempting to control my heavy heartbeat.
"I don't want you to be sad, Hailey, I'm glad you're hurt, I'm glad you're upset, I'm glad that you feel betrayed, shit I'm even proud that you tried storming in here because I want you to be mad, I want you to feel that anger, anger like you've never felt before! I'm gonna replace everything you have inside you with that anger. I told you that what I had in store for you wasn't gonna be pretty. Your training started the second you agreed to it, the second that I left that dining room table, starting with your little so called best friend. I didn't just run her off because of Patrick, Hailey, I did it for your own sake, because she holds you back."
"Y-you had no right-"
Carmelo quickly talks over me, "consider this your breaking point, Hailey. I will get that anger out of you one way or another, even if that means that I have to hurt your best friend in the process."
Isaac squeezes my hand as it begins to shake, "c'mon," he nudges me towards the doors.
Carmelo moves Don out of his way, "I'm fine," he tells him and is looking up in our direction, adjusting his suit jacket, "lose the attitude if you plan on having dinner with us later, Hailey."
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Y'all getting way too spoiled with these fast updates lmaoo anyways hope you guys enjoyed my babies, till next time 🤍