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𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 16

♪ᴀᴛʟᴀs:ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʙʏ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʟᴀsᴛ♪

Rᴏxʏ

*Flashback*

"Oh please papi? Sing to me one last time please?" Little me begged.

We barely spent any time with one another, but oh boy, I loved it when he sang to me. He had this beautiful voice that just made my heart melt. It was soothing and sweet like sugar on your tongue.

"I wish I could sweet Nina but-"

Occasionally I got annoyed at the fact that my father kept calling me by a name that wasn't mine.

"Why do you keep calling me that papi? My name is Roxy." I interrupted him.

He shook his head and smiled then bent down so that his eyes were meeting with mine.

"Nina means little girl ¡Y siempre serás mi niña!" He exclaimed happily.

(𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍!)

"Sí papi." I agreed and he smiled at me before pecking me on the cheek

(𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚.)

*Flashback ends*

My door knob turned quickly, making a click sound as the door opened revealing mom's round face peeking in.

"I didn't say you can come in." I told her with an extreme amount of bore in my tone.

I never imagined that I'd ever talk to my mother that way. It was something I saw in movies and as a kid, I always told myself to never talk to anyone that way. Especially mom. But then again I said the same thing about getting tattoos and yet I got them.

"Excuse me? This is my house and -"

"Yes I know, you'll do whatever you want." I interrupted her.

"Exactly, anyways Jake and I are taking Lucy out for supper, want to join us?"

It was kind that she offered. Before they'd just leave me alone with a dirty house. But I wasn't in the mood for food or an evening filled with insults and arguments. Or to keep getting reminded that I didn't belong in their family. So, I'd rather throw salt in my eyes.

I didn't answer and she got her response then shut my door. I listened as her heels echoed through the passage and then the front door closed softly. I lied down on my mattress and heard the car pulling out of the driveway.

*Flashback*

"Papi you're back!" I squealed excitedly as his car pulled into the driveway.

He turned the engine off and climbed out of his yellow Volkswagen beetle and then noticed me sitting on the doorstep of the front of the house.

"Nina! It's nearly three in the morning! ¿Qué haces sentado afuera?"

(𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒂! 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈! 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆?)

It was obvious. I waited for him. I didn't see him at all in the day, not even at night and so missing out on some sleep couldn't possibly hurt me. Not if I could just hold on to him for a little while. We'd sway to his sweet lullabies and I'd wrap my tiny arms around his neck, my nose inhaling his strong cologne scented shirt collar. Just enough sniffs to last until our next dance.