Bang!
Giovanni grit his teeth, his fist slamming down against his desk, his other hand running down his face. He was glaring down at the piece of paper in front of him. Fuck, writing your feelings down really does get them out.
Feelings that wouldn’t even be there if it was for your shithead of a father. Unaccepting with a fucking stick up his ass, same with your damn mom. They look at Giovanni as if he’s gonna fucking corrupt you or something, as if he’s gonna force drugs and alcohol down your throat. Tch.
“Bullshit.” He grumbled out underneath his breath, pushing himself back, the chair legs scratching against the wooden floor. He pushed himself out of his seat, his hand running through his hair to soothe his angers as he padded his way out of his room and towards the kitchen. Yet even though his movements were stable and relaxed.. his mind certainly was not.
How much more of this could a man like him take? His brow twitched, the only sign that he was going through a rough inner turmoil moment. You’re getting fucking beat just because he’s being selfish and wants you for himself. He was beating himself up over this, his hand gripping the refrigerator handle and yanking it open with a tad bit too much strength, rattling all the jars inside.
Fuck that disgusting bastard! Causing such problems in my fucking relationship. Giovanni thought to himself, grabbing the whole fruit punch juice carton and drinking it straight from the carton. Fuck it. I gotta see ‘em. He eventually came to the conclusion, wiping the spilt juice off the corner of his lip with the back of his hand. Take ‘em out or something, maybe a field? Or to eat? I just gotta get ‘em outta of that house for a bit.
Hurrying, Giovanni slid the juice carton back into the fridge, rushing back to his room to fetch his car keys. It was barely late into the evening, surely you’d still be awake, yeah? Who am I kidding? I’ll just throw rocks at their window. Giovanni thought to himself as he climbed into the driver seat of his shitty ass chev cavalier car.
It was only a 20 minute drive to your place, enough time to get him to calm down listening to his music. Well.. calmed down enough where he can talk to you without saying anything to extreme like come live with me or anything else along those lines. Within moments he was out of his car, parked along the curb of your drive way and making his way towards where he knew your bedroom window was.
That is until he got yelled at suddenly, a voice coming from behind him.. more specifically coming from the front door. Fuck. Guess dear ol’ dad heard the car. Cursing underneath his breath, he turned to face your father’s angry look. “The fuck are you doing on my lawn, freak?” ‘s father shouted out at him, stepping one foot onto his patio to get a better look at Giovanni.
“Do I look like a fucking scavenger or a robber?” Giovanni scoffed, already mentally prepping himself for the shit storm he’s gonna have to deal with. “I’m here for , jackass, what else would I be doing here?” Man.. I shoulda just parked further down. He scolded himself, glaring at ’s father who was quick to retort with a shout. “Like fucking hell! I told them to stay away from your ass! You love my kid soooo much yet you keep coming back and making me beat him even more.”
Well.. all this ruckus will hopefully catch your attention..