𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 [Camilo Madrigal x Male! Reader]

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. : [Y/n] point of view : .

     It's dark and cold and all I want to do is go to sleep but of course I have to get yelled at before I'm allowed to even think about sleep.

Papá thinks all the fights I get into are because of some deep emotional issue. It's not but even if it was It's not like I'd tell him that.

"You can tell me things mi hijo. I don't judge you."

"There's nothing wrong with me."

Was all I said in response. Sitting on the countertop of the bathroom sink I stared in the mirror, swiping away blood and pinning bandages across my face and bloodied knuckles.

"There's clearly something. Everyday this week you've gotten in a fight. That's nothing to you?"

I stayed quiet not bothering to respond, I wash the remnants off my knuckles and hold a soft towel to my hands both being bruised pretty bad leading down my wrists.

I look in the mirror at my face for a second. My eye is banged up pretty bad I can't even open it without using my hands. I guess a blood vessel popped because the whites of my eyes were almost entirely red.

"How do you start a fight in a library? How do you get knocked out in a library?"

"Don't judge me! He started it! I was talking to Ca- a-a friend and when he left that jerk started saying shit!"

"Don't curse at me hijo! I am your father."

I didn't respond. I placed a bandage or two over any particularly bad cuts on my knuckles and tossed the trash from the bandages in the bin. I soon hopped off the counter walked past him into the living room.

I plopped myself on the couch, I knew he wouldn't let me go off to my room until he was done with his yelling so I might as well sit through it.

"You were trying to talk to that Camilo boy again, weren't you?"

I rolled my eyes and huddled my body together against the couch, crossing my arms and avoiding eye contact with him.

"This has nothing to do with him. Will you shut up?"

I mumbled the last part to myself but I know he heard it.

"Ay you were fine with it when you were young. You're the only one who cares."

He shook his head at me walking off to grab himself water. I once again rolled my eyes from him.

"You didn't like it and you know it! Quit acting like you didn't care!"

"So you're not denying it this time? Finally.."

He muttered, removing the cap from the canteen and leaning against the table as he drank his water. I could feel him looking over at me but I never looked back when we argued.

"I shouldn't have to deny it because you know it's not true."

"It was true when you were younger."

"I was like six! It was a phase! Why can't you believe that I'm normal!"

He paused for a second. Walking over and sitting next to me on the sofa. He put a hand in my shoulder.

"There's nothing wrong with bein-."

"Fighting is just a hobby. I think it's fun."

I pushed his hand off my shoulder. Now it was his turn to roll his eyes at me. My father doesn't believe anything I say but he can be smart at times. He knows exactly what I'm doing, we both do.