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I sat on the edge of my bed , holding my phone in my hand , contemplating calling him first . I never wanted to leave him , not like this anyways , I just wanted to see what my life would be like if my father wasn't in it . What it felt like to not fear every minute of being in that house. But it gave me some clarity , I guess .

That my brothers were raised to be exactly like my father , but they are all different versions . Stefano is the strength , Raul is the cruelty , Diego is the naive , Javi is the quiet and Marco is the paranoid. They all have traits that they took from my father , whether they know it or not .

I shouldn't have to apologise for wanting to go home but I will if it stops our fights and arguments, I'll apologise every time if I have to because I love him , and he loves me . He's hurt and thinks that I was going to leave him . But that's not what happened at all . I was going to reject my brothers offer face to face so that it wasn't done over a stupid phone call ,