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Heartbroken Decision

You run upstairs in your room and shut it, hard. When you had a little more power the door wouldn't be at it's place anymore. This image in your mind, it just won't leave you. How could you? Your mother, the person a child should trust most, dared to kiss your crush.

You jump in your bed and cry in your pillow. Your world is broken, your heart is broken. This is unforgivable and you want revenge, that is final.

"I hate you." You whisper through sobs. Out of your jeans pocket you take out your cellphone and scroll through your contacts. There is only one person who could help you now.

You press the call button and wait. Three times the phone rings until you get finally an answer.

"[Name]?" The male voice asks utterly confused.

"D-dad," you mumble. The sadness and disappointment is hearable through your voice.

"[Name] what happened? Why are you crying?"

"Can I sleep at yours tonight?" You ask completely ignoring your fathers questions. There was silence on the other line.

"Of course, sweetheart, but why?" He asks again and you sigh. Your heart has calmed down s bit due to your father's comforting voice.

"I'll tell you everything later," you promise him.

"Shell I pick you up?"

"Please."

"I'll be there in half an hour."

"Thank you."

After those thirteen minutes and dozens attempts of your mother to talk to you, the door bell eventually rings and you immediately grab the handle of your suitcase.

You didn't say your father that your stay at his house is a little longer than one night, but you know he won't mind anyway. You push open your door and rush down the stairs.

The door is already opened and the figure of your dear father is in the frame. He wears his business suit and a little guilt streams through you.

You bothered him at his work.

"[Father's name], what are you doing here!?" Your mother grumbles a question. She truly hasn't expected the [color] haired man to show up.

"My daughter called me." He explains sharply and at the mentioning of daughter you already are behind your mother pushing her aside and jumping into your dad's arms.

"Dad!" You greet him with a smile, but the marks of your former tear flow are still visible.

"[Name], what is the meaning of this?" The stern but also shocked voice of your so called mother interrupts moment.

"The meaning? What does it look like? I go with dad. Then you and Madara have little time for yourselves." You say coldly and walk out of the house you once considered home. But this is all history, your home is at your father's and not at a traitor's house.