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[english, italian]

⠀⠀⠀⠀IMELDA SMITH ALONG with her two closest friends were at a costume party being held by someone in her major. As soon as she opened the doors, cheers erupted from the people inside. There was no denying it. They all knew that she was the life of the party. She stuck her tongue out, practically feeding off the energy in the crowd.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Imelda you made it!" Her classmate, Reggie greeted. He moved aside so Imelda and her group could enter the house. She barely got one foot in the door before someone handed her a shot which she downed without a question of what it was. "I didn't expect you to come."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Hey! You know I'm always going to be where the party at." Imelda replied, finally stepping into the house. She gestured towards a bottle of dark liquor in her hand. "And I brought a bottle!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"What are you supposed to be?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀Imelda smirked as she dropped her faux fur coat that she found at a random thrift shop on the ground. "Isn't it obvious? A stripper!" She turned around, showing her asscheeks to the world before turning back around with a chuckle. "Where the drinks at?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"In the kitchen!" He shouted over the loud music that blasted from the speakers. Imelda grabbed her both of her friends' hands and led them to the kitchen where an island full of drinks awaited them. The girl did not waste anytime going straight to the Hennessy. Many people can't handle the strong taste but one thing about Imelda, she loves her some grown man liquor. She took the cap off of the top and started pouring it in her mouth waterfall style. People around her saw this and started cheering her on.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Chug! Chug! Chug!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀Imelda kept chugging until her friend had to snatch the bottle from her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"That's too damn much." Her friend, Miya scolded her. "You drunk nearly half the bottle!" She handed Imelda a water bottle to replace the Hennessy. Imelda giggled, tossing the bottle away from her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I wanna... dansh." Imelda slurred her words as she began to stumble towards the living room or so she thought. She was moving in her mind but her body was not moving with her. Maybe her friend was right... That was a little too much.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"IMELDA!" Miya shook her, snapping her out of her drunken daze. "Your phone has been going off for the past five minutes."

⠀⠀⠀⠀Imelda rolled her eyes. She automatically assumed it was one of the many guys she messed around with. She checked the caller ID, eyes widening upon seeing who was calling. She excused herself and made her way to the bathroom that was upstairs, pushing her way through sweaty bodies on the dance floor. She groaned in disgust when a random dude tried to grind up on her. She shoved him out of her way then rushed up the stairs. Once she was in front of the bathroom, she gripped the door handle and twisted.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Fuck me." She muttered angrily. It was fucking locked. She banged on the door in attempt to get the person that was in to hurry up. There was a 80% chance that somebody was fucking in there. "HURRY THE FUCK UP."

⠀⠀⠀⠀She heard shuffling from behind the door. This went on for a moment before the door was finally opened revealing a couple. She was correct, they were indeed fucking. The girl's lipstick is all over his face and neck. Her hair is a hot mess, shirt is on backwards. The list goes on and on. She sighed as she took a step aside to let the two walk past. They walked with their heads down but Imelda could care less. She rushed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She looked down at her phone to see that Pablo was calling again. It must be important if he was calling that much.

⠀⠀⠀⠀She looked into the mirror in front of her, taking a deep breath. She answered the phone and held it up to her ear.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Hello?" She answered.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Imelda! How have you been, my baby sister?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀Imelda rolled her eyes, balling her hand up into a fist. The man has some nerve. He was the one who encouraged her father to kick her out, cut contact with her this entire time then wants to suddenly call as if things are good.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I'm great." Imelda replied through gritted teeth. "Perfectly fine. What do you want?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Ouch. Is that the way to speak to your older brother?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Cut the shit, Pablo." She sighed. "What is it?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Father is dead."

⠀⠀⠀⠀Imelda paused her drunken stumbling, eyes wide. He has got to be joking right? This is some kind of sick prank to get her back to Italy?

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Don't mess around like that. It's not funny."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I'm serious, Mel. He passed away last week." Pablo said. He continued talking but Imelda toned the sound of his voice out. She stared at the ground with tears flooding her eyes. She pressed the mute button just as she let a sniffle out. The tears began racing down her cheeks.

⠀⠀⠀⠀She felt like shit. She hadn't spoken to the man since she left that day. There were days where she needed her father but she stayed strong and did exactly as he wished. Maybe she should've checked up on him, visited, made sure he was okay. But at the same time, did he ever do that for her? He was the father and she was his child for god's sake.

⠀⠀⠀⠀She had a plan to graduate. As soon as she got her diploma, she would've took the first flight back to Italy. She wanted to show her father how successful she was without him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀A part of her also wanted them to make up. She had always thought he had blown the situation out of proportion. He said some hurtful things but she was ready to push past it to be a family again. She missed him and Vincenzo (fuck Pablo).

⠀⠀⠀⠀But now it was too late.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Mel? Are you still there?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Yeah." She cleared her throat. "I'm still here."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"The funeral is on Monday." He said. Imelda nodded even though he couldn't see.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I can't make it. My finals start on Monday–"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Don't worry about that, Mel. I got that all covered." Pablo said. "I booked the first flight to Italy. I'm sending you the details right now."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"But I can't just drop everything and leave, Pablo!" Imelda yelled. "I have responsibilities here."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"You can and you will. Nothing is more important than family." Pablo said. "Either you come or I'm taking a flight out there and get you myself."

⠀⠀⠀⠀And with that, he hung up. Imelda stared at her phone in astonishment for a few moments. What the fuck? Suddenly the back of her throat began to taste sour. When saliva flooded her mouth, she knew what was about to go down. She immediately rushed over to the toilet and lets it all loose. While she was emptying out her stomach's contents, she couldn't help but think

⠀⠀⠀⠀Who the hell does Pablo think he is? Telling her what to do like he was the boss of her.

She was still going to get
her black ass on that plane though..

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