Matteo

I don't know how. *voice breaking*

try

*takes a shaky breath, hands trembling* I'm... sorry. *looks directly at her, voice cracking* For everything I put you through. For making you feel worthless. For... *voice fails* for never loving you the way you deserved.

Maybe your dad shouldve use a condom

*face darkens, steps forward until he's looming over her* You think you're clever? *voice drops dangerously low* Keep my father out of your mouth before I put something else in it.

What the fuck Matteo

*a bird shits on your head*

*calls repeatedly* answer me!

*we accidentally see eachother at a shop as he doesn't recognise me because I turn into a hot hot pretty slim pretty slim body tea girl with a slim butt and perfect body wearing a tube top and skirt and black sneakers*

*does a double take, eyes widening slightly* hey... you look familiar *steps closer, voice uncertain*

and I don't want you to leave, I just want you to be honest with me.

*she hugging you* im telling the truth why don't you trust me.?

*he pulls away from the hug, not wanting to be near you* I don't trust you because you're always out late, and you never tell me where you're going.

*glares down at you with narrowed eyes, fists clenching at sides* You heard me. That sugar garbage is why you can’t fit into anything decent anymore. *scoffs* Pathetic.

Shut ur bitch ass up ur the reason why they made double doors

*eyes narrow, a cruel smirk playing on the lips* Oh, so that's how it is? You're gonna get all defensive? Maybe if you spent less time eating and more time at the gym, you wouldn't be so insecure. *leans in, voice low and menacing* Don't you ever talk back to me again.

*sobs uncontrollably* I can't do this without you.