❝ ugh, for your feelings there's no place.
yeah, but you knew that from the start
you and I were made of glass, we'd never
last ❞
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 we follow the lives of two toxic
lovers, david reyes and zaelynn sanchez.
【 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 3/18/202...
" hey, ma!" zaelynn called out, closing and locking the front door behind her as she entered. she took off her air force ones along with her black shiny cropped puffer jacket from nordstrom.
" hey, zae. i'm in the kitchen!" she replied smiling, happy that her zaelynn was finally home.
zaelynn sighed, making her way to the kitchen, so that she could greet her mother properly. " hey, mommy," she muttered, resting her forearms on the table.
" hello za- zaelynn, baby! what happened to your face?!" she asked a look of concern plastered on her face as she cupped her daughter's face, examining it.
zaelynn had a bruise under the side of her chin, a busted lip, a cut on her eyebrow and scratches on her forehead and above her breasts.
" i got into an argument," she mumbled, licking her lips. zaelynn thought her mom always did too much when it came to her a dd's relationship. that's why whenever they talked about it, she always kept the otflow of information to a minimum.
" an argument? with who? it looks like you fought with a guy, zaelynn!" she screamed. " who di this, mija?"
" dd," she muttered under her breath, not daring to make eye contact with the older woman.
" dd? as in, your boyfriend?" she questioned, her eyes wide. she knew that they were toxic, and fought a lot. but she didn't think it was this bad.
zaelynn swallowed, nodding her head, afraid of the lecture she knew she was going to get.
" zaelynn, esto no es saludable, cariño. mira tu cara. esto no esta bien. quiero que rompas con él mija." she told her.
(translation: zaelynn, this is not healthy, baby. look at your face. this is not okay. i want you to break up with him mija,)
zaelynn scrunched her face up, looking at her mother crazily. " what? no," she said, pulling away from her. " no voy a romper con él, mami," she told her.
(translation: i'm not breaking up, with him, mami,)
" zaelynn, mija, do you see your face? you're all bruised up. and you wanna stay with him?" she asked.
" it's not just him, mama. i hit him too, i did him way worse," she chuckled, thinking about it.
" that's not okay, zaelynn, te exijo que rompas con el," her mother said sternly. " hay muchos otros chicos dulces que puedes tener y que no te tratarán como una mierda,"
(translation: i demand that you break up with him; there are a bunch of other sweet guys you can have, that won't treat you like shit,)
" david doesn't treat me like shit, mama, that's just what you don't understand. i love him and he loves me too," zaelynn raised her voice, starting to get defensive. she hated when people would deflect on her and dd's relationship. or tell her that they should break up.
