Battleworn
Enjoying the little things...
Octavia glanced nervously back at the two men standing behind her. "B-Bye, Xobic..." She Bid Him As She, Her Father, And Gregory retreated back into the house. Immediately, Gregory went off.
"Qui diable était que?!" Gregory yelled, obviously angry.
(Who the hell was that!?)
"Il est seulement un ami, je le jure!" Octavia yelled back in defense, her heart racing.
(He is only a friend, I swear!)
Likely story. Je viens ici, et dieu sait ce que vous deux ont été jusqu'à Vous père ne veut pas de vous autour et jeune Américain et je ne veux pas vous autour d'un jeune Américain !
(Likely story. I come here, and God knows what you two have been up to! You father does not want you around an American boy and i do not want you around an American boy!)
"Gregory , je suis désolé ! Mais je vous jure, il est seulement une ven-
(Gregory, I'm sorry! But I swear, he's only a fri-)
Gregory slapped his hand across Octavia's face, sending a sharp sound through the living room.
Ne me donnez pas de merde !
(Don't give me that shit!)
By now, Octavia's parents had already left the room and her eyes were filling with tears and, soon, they poured over the edge. She clutched her cheek and quiet sobs exited her. She ran to her room, leaving Gregory standing frozen in the middle of the room, realizing what he'd done. Octavia slammed the door behind and collapsed onto her bed, breaking down and letting all her the pain and over whelming sadness spill out.
"Qui diable était que?!" Gregory yelled, obviously angry.
(Who the hell was that!?)
"Il est seulement un ami, je le jure!" Octavia yelled back in defense, her heart racing.
(He is only a friend, I swear!)
Likely story. Je viens ici, et dieu sait ce que vous deux ont été jusqu'à Vous père ne veut pas de vous autour et jeune Américain et je ne veux pas vous autour d'un jeune Américain !
(Likely story. I come here, and God knows what you two have been up to! You father does not want you around an American boy and i do not want you around an American boy!)
"Gregory , je suis désolé ! Mais je vous jure, il est seulement une ven-
(Gregory, I'm sorry! But I swear, he's only a fri-)
Gregory slapped his hand across Octavia's face, sending a sharp sound through the living room.
Ne me donnez pas de merde !
(Don't give me that shit!)
By now, Octavia's parents had already left the room and her eyes were filling with tears and, soon, they poured over the edge. She clutched her cheek and quiet sobs exited her. She ran to her room, leaving Gregory standing frozen in the middle of the room, realizing what he'd done. Octavia slammed the door behind and collapsed onto her bed, breaking down and letting all her the pain and over whelming sadness spill out.