this chapter to know what actually peer pressure can do to a human.

ESMEE

I knew I had fucked up. My 'friends' weren't actually good influence and I had realized it quite late in my life and all that at the risk of losing the sweetest girl I had ever met, 'Avaha fucking campbell'. Getting an earful from my own brother over how I had literally disrespected her felt fucking pathetic. I needed to get my shit straight. It had been days and the thought of being silent at a women's disrespect especially Avaha made me feel all kinds of low. That was not what mama and dad taught me. With time I had seen how women were pulled down by other women and that wasn't something I liked. I don't know what the fuck has possessed me that I literally let all of it slide. All of it. The shaming, the looking down on her, her being judged. I knew I wasn't supposed to be forgiven hell I knew I had fucked up and what I also knew if I had to ask for forgiveness from avaha. That girl who looked innocent had looked broken every time she was around me and my friends and I let it happen why. Why. The question still lurks in my head.

"ess" mama called out. I looked over at her from distance. The woman who was my mother was dressed in beige short dress accompanied it with some fancy footwear. Her big pink lips pulled into a smile creating wrinkles around her eyes depicting her growing age. The voluminous long hair pulled into a tight bun giving a better view of the famous lady. The french lady brought me into a big bear hug that she loved always. "my sweetheart" she gushed holding my face in her hands. "you look so weak, darlin" she furrowed her brow making me smile. Typical mother!

"mama!" I shook my head again hugging her. "you look so beautiful ess" she said stroking my hair. "hey champ, where's my hug" the deep voice called out making our hug cut short. "oh my old human. You still find some way to interrupt our hugs" mama said making me smile. How I missed all of this!

"but you still love me my love" he replied making my mother blush. Such a sweethearts!

"finally you are hear" dada said looking down at me. "this mother of yours had been eating my brains out coz of both of you" he narrowed his eyes at both of us. "this is so wrong mama" I spoke earning a silent laugh from my dad. "oh comme j'aimerais pouvoir battre vos deux culs" oh how i wish i could beat both of yours asses.

she looked directly at both of us, her hands on her hips and her voice stern yet a bit playful. Since, I had been taught french growing up, I still had difficulties understanding it as a whole. However I knew what my mother was trying to say when my father replied. "estoy listo mi amor" .

my dad replied making my mother shake her head. I knew she meant something about beating and both of us and my dada took it to a whole new tangent. "let's go" she said flustered and took my bag. The two of my dada's bodyguard followed us with one of my bag in their hands and one in each of us. To say I didn't really have much with me would be a stupid and ignorant statement, but most of my bags had some alcohol for my dad and somebody special, quiet a lot of different gifts from my visits to the different countries of Asia and few things here and there. I had to pay an hefty amount to the airlines for the extra luggage but that was something I didn't care abt. I would however sue them if anything broke. The things were quiet pretty and delicate.

"how are you both?' I asked sitting behind while my dad drove his black Mazda and my mama in the passenger seat. "well I am as amazing as your mother could keep me" he replied taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "back off" she said hitting his head and getting her hand back. "oh of course, you oldy. Just a month back he collapsed coz of his blood pressure" she said eyeing him in worry and concern. "only if had taken those tablets while I was away" she shook her head looking outside the window. "oh come on, I was busy with all the shoots" a month back my mother had gone to Egypt for some of her work and I guess this incident happened then.

"when is he coming?" she asked looking at me. "I don't know" I replied taking out my phone and scrolling mindlessly to get my head away from those thoughts that were eating me up. "you both better not be fighting still. What are you both again? 2" she sighed. Only if we could be 2 again. How much I'd love to spend time and bully him.

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"I don't want a big party mama" I whined. That was one way to destroy the whole day. Why would I want people who I don't even remember to be at my party. Rather a small gathering with my loved ones would be much perfect. "dad come on. You know how much I hate those big parties" he looked at my mother nodding his head. "let it be cor. We all will go to Lucifer's resturant" he said making me suck my breath in. Lucifer. Oh my god!

"right ess" he asked eyeing me. "yeah - I paused clearing my throat- ofcourse dad" I replied going back to editing the photos.

"he'll be coming tomorrow mic" my mother said overjoyed at the news of her son coming back to spain after years. "he'll also bring that girl. He is so in love with her. Did you see how much he blushed when he talked abt her. Oh my micheal! That woman has done something good to him" she joined her both hands bringing them below her face and rested on it, dreamily. "I am so excited. Let me go clean the rooms. Come along come along" she took hold of my dad's big biceps and pulled him along her. This was so going to be awkward tomorrow. Somebody sedate me!

"did you clean his room, mama?" I asked enjoying my rissotto chewing into it. "I did. I was thinking to preparing other room too for that girl maybe they would want to be in a room. What's say mic?" she looked towards my dad who had a small smile on his face while looking at mama. "whatever you decide hun" he poured wine into her glass and took a bite of his chicken. "I'll prep the other room too. Don't want any of them being uncomfortable. At the end it will be her decision." he nodded sipping her white wine.

"oh dios, I hope she is not bad or has any ulterior motives. I would love to knock some senses in her if she does." she crackled her knuckles making both of us laugh. "eat" he said taking a hold of my mother's hand massaging them lightly, kissing both of her palms.

"should have let me made the breakfast, cor" my dad padded down in his shorts and blue t-shirt, hugging my mother from behind. "good morning to you too husband. But I wanted to make it. Just cut some fruits and give to your daughter" she said kissing my dad on his lips. Too much sweetness to handle. "on my way, chef" he said making her laugh. The whole afternoon both of them went back and forth in making dishes, cleaning the house and thrashing me.

"don't stand like that. Oh jeez!" I groaned when both of them stood just in front of the elevator. "he has a girl with him, whose name I am not telling you. Don't ask. She'll get scared, you buffons" I sighed when my mother glared at me. "you never told me both of you met. You are the buffoon here" she said hitting my head.

The elevator dinged and there stood my brother with the girl who had occupied my mind for days, weeks actually. She looked completely terrified of us.

Just bless the poor soul.

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ok ok, before anybody says anything, i know i left for 3 months and ghosted all of you. let me explain.

I've moved to a whole new, different state and it's VERY VERY VERY and VERY difficult to manage shit since it's my first time living alone, away from my fam and esp my CAT who gave birth to three amazing and cute 3 kittens. I was damn concerned since she herself is too small, but my sister keeps reminding me that she isn't human and the mechanism, consent and shit doesn't apply to them.

i will update from now of, IF i can, considering i'll again go back to my dorm after this mini vacay that I am enjoying anf give my exams. FML.

thank you for the love you all have given while i was away. i'll forever be grateful for it and i have still more things to achieve here.

THANK YOU FOR BRINGING MY BOOK TO #1 in the New Adult category.

the chapter is not proofread. APOLOGIES