Mio Amore || D. Amendola

Part 18

Hi, um so

how was your Halloween ?? mine was👌👌 I rode in a trash can lolol but yeah

so I'm currently plotting

my goal is to do like 40 chapters and an epilogue

but that's just the plan it's not like set in stone

so there's still a lot of Adny left lol
(✿◠‿◠)

but I just wanted to tell you: you are beautiful and amazing, and I love you more than anything. Don't let anyone tell you differently.

Now enjoy my sassy pizza slices🍕 xx
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Addy's POV
As my mother walked through the door, I felt an immediate pang of anger surge through my body. I was upset, and I had no idea why. The anger subsided slightly when she came over to me.

"Addy!" she exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around me. I hadn't seen her in months, since I left Seattle.

"Hey, Mum," I smiled. My step-father was next.

"Adelaide," he smiled, his eyes crinkling. He embraced me. He smelled like stale whiskey, and I immediately tensed.

"Hello."

"So where's this Danny fellow?"

My mother knew about the job. My step-father, on the other hand, did not. It wasn't his goddamn business. It wasn't even made known to my biological father. Not that we even knew....Yeah, anyhow.

"Dylan, this is Danny Amendola," I smiled. Danny put his hand to the small of my back. Under normal circumstances, I would've shivered. But this time I moved closer to Danny.

"Well he's not much," my step-father said disdainfully. I clenched my jaw, as did Danny.

"It's good to meet you sir," he managed.

"I'd say likewise, but...."

My blood started to boil. Quickly, before I did something stupid, I blurted,

"Danny and I were actually just on our way out. We have to pick up some things before we go."

Danny looked at me with a raised eyebrow. As I elbowed him, he coughed,

"We were, actually."

I smiled sweetly at my step-father, but as soon as we got out of the door I almost started crying. Danny looked at me with sympathetic eyes as I got in the driver's seat. He didn't argue. I started the car angrily.

"Hey." I didn't respond. "Murph?"

Once again, I didn't respond. Danny sighed and squeezed my hand. I couldn't contain it anymore.

"FUCK!" I finally yelled, slamming my hands down on the wheel.

"Hey, Murph. Look at me." Danny's voice was uncharacteristically soft. I looked over, and he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "What was that about?"

"My mother's fucking deadbeat, drunk, asshole of a husband," I sighed, putting my head in my hands. He frowned.

"H-He's not your father?" Danny raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know who my father is."

"Oh...I-I'm sorry," he stuttered. I rubbed my face with my hands. Then I sighed.

"It's alright."

"So where are we goin'?" he asked softly.

"Anywhere. Anywhere. I can't. I need to get out. Um...let's go to the grocery store. We can pick up some snacks for the road. I want to leave. I hate even being in the same room as him."