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Corleone’s pov

“Love, you can’t force him to be here all the time. He has a life too —“

Liam cut my mom off with a slam of his hand on the table. Anger rose up inside me.

“Permit me to be this amount of nice but you cannot treat my mom that way. I thought you want to marry her. Why cut her off amidst sentence?” I dropped my fork, glaring at him.

My mom tried to blink her eyes, in an attempt to stop me from talking. I’d have poked my hands into those eyes if she weren’t my mom.

“And last I checked, Martil is not a four year old. You don’t get to enforce dinner on him. Which thirty years old still eats dinner on his parent’s table these days?”

Liam scoffed, “Well, he is my son and he has to obey the house regulations.”

“Who made those regulations? You are trying to control him and I don’t know but stop it. If he doesn’t want to eat, leave the poor guy alone. If he was married with kids and were in another country, would you still enforce that? Oh, please!” I dragged my chair backwards and stormed out.

“Corleone.” Mom called.

“Never mind. I lost my appetite.”

I slammed my room’s door close. I hated controlling men the most. It always reminded me of my ex. I thought the first dinner I had with Liam where Martil was also present was because there were new members added to the family. I didn’t know it was an everyday thing.

I couldn’t understand why and how you want a grown up man to come have dinner with you every single day because of some acclaimed stupid house regulations? What now, we are in 1993? I can’t believe it.

A son can be in the same state with his parents and not feel like he is being monitored or controlled. My god, not even someone like Martil.

I wondered where he was though. He had probably left ever since my mom almost walked in on us. Remembering that scenario made me giggle.

My entire night was filled with dreams of Martil either touching or kissing me. I was drowning in pleasure and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to get out from it.

Morning came very quickly.

“Good morning sweetheart.” Mom came in.

Jesus. I needed to start locking the door from now.

She opened the curtains that made the early morning sun shine onto my eyes.

“Mom!” I groaned, using the pillow to cover my eyes and turning to the other side.

“What? It’s almost ten o’clock and you need to do the laundry.”

I hissed. “You really don’t expect me to do the laundry when you have a rich boyfriend already.” Forgive me but that was polite enough.

“Well, you annoyed the rich buddy last night.”

“That’s his problem, not mine.” I answered.

Mom sighed, taking a seat on my bed. “You shouldn’t have spoken to him like that.”

“Mom, please. I really do not want to get annoyed this early morning.” I sat up with lazy eyes. “I don’t know why you didn’t react the same way as me because we both know your anger mode. Are you afraid to talk back at him?”

Mom chuckled. “It’s not that.” She sighed again. “It’s just that i don’t want to cause issues when we are just getting to know each other more. If disagreement happens, the bond we haven’t even created will collapse.”

I nodded without saying anything. About the bond, was she referring to me or the one she has with him? Regardless, she shouldn’t tolerate such.

‘You did tolerate it.’ My mind replayed back at me.

I almost froze. She didn’t lie. I had tolerated far worse than this before. My ex, he did so much worse than this and I stayed. I waited, thinking he’d change. I shrunk myself so much that I didn’t know I could still breathe like a normal person.

“Where are you coming from?” He’d ask.

I chuckled nervously. “What do you mean? We both went to school in the morning.”

“I got home forty minutes earlier. You were with someone else.” Girad said,

No, we didn’t live together but we simply had a few rules. My mom was hardly around so I spent most of the time with him.

“What are you talking about? We are not even in the same class.”

“Our classes are opposite each other. I don’t say what I am not sure about. I saw you with Michael.”

I chuckled again, a little bit relaxed. “Michael is my best friend. You know I hang out with him every time.”

“And I told you I didn’t want it!” He suddenly yelled, making me gasp in fear of what was about to come.

“Girad, Michael is my friend. We literally grew up together. Do I need to be a standalone because I’m dating you?” I questioned in confusion.

Girad scoffed, raising his hand. My vision blurred when they connected to my face. I fell to the ground roughly.

“You lay your hands on me?” That was the first time.

He didn’t give me the chance to say another word. He slapped again. Twice, in one day. And like that, it continued. My mom coming here served like an exit.

“Corleone, are you even listening to me?” My mom tapped the bed.

I sighed, “You want me to apologize to him? Fine.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, rubbing my hair.

As she closed my door, silence occupied the room. I had tried to forget everything I suffered but I couldn’t. Each time I tried to run away from it, it kept crawling back.

Now, I had a new life and new friends. Maybe I could become a new version of myself. I sighed, dragging myself to the bathroom.

Martil crossed my mind. He didn’t come home since last night. He was probably in his own house.

I picked up my phone and opened the conversation bar under his already saved name.

“You good? Just checking in.” I paused before hitting the send button.

It sent. It showed one mark. I put the phone away and prepared for the outing I had with Percy. I really needed it to clear my mind anyway.

Until three hours passed. There was no single reply from Martil. Where was he? Did he get into any trouble?

Or was he avoiding me after he kissed me?