[right][sub]TIMESTAMP: After the Scott Street posts
FT: [color=9f1b3e]Caterina[/color] & [color=a22d2e]Sofia Belmonte[/color][/sub][/right]
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[color=lightgray][indent][indent]There was a moment of quiet at the Godmother as the young lad swept the floors and Sofi sat outside drinking a Sicilian blood orange soda. She went through pictures on her mother’s Instagram, going back to when she was small. Every game, every win, every loss, every milestone, her mother was always there. Football, or Soccer depending on who you were talking to, was her passion once upon a time. She was so good at it too. 

She watched a video of her mother screaming her name after she made a goal, another one where her grandma was holding the phone, the video was a bit shaky, but it was halftime and her mother got her to do a Clover cheer for her little league to build morale because they were down by 8. Sofi watched videos of herself and her innocent kid face — how happy she was. Her mother did love dancing too, which a lot of the videos were of her being playful, having fun with her babies. It was the one thing that kept Cat centered throughout this shitty thing they called life. 

Sofi didn’t understand how her mom could keep persevering, be so resilient, and dance like no one was watching. She’s the one grandpa pressures the most, she’s the one that takes the heat off her siblings, she’s the one that takes the heat from her siblings, and she’s always trying. Trying to build a life for her and her kids, with little to no help from the asshole she unfortunately had to call father. Now her mom was going through a divorce and her mother, Sofi’s grandma, was dying. 

Taking a sip of her drink, Sofi stared up at the sky, her hazel eyes radiating warm honey hues and deep caramel.  Contemplative and lost in thought, Sofia wondered of her mother’s life if she weren’t in the picture. If Cat never had her, if Charlie didn’t miss, would her mom be freed from the chains that held her from living her best life? Sofia couldn’t help but blame herself. A child was a burden and she didn’t make it easy for her mother by rebelling and doing what she wanted when she wanted because she honestly didn’t know how else to behave and hated sitting still. 

If she wasn’t around, where would her mom be? What would she do? Would she even be here or would she have moved away with a highschool lover? Dexter Silo? Gabriel Darling? Sofia didn’t know too much about them but she did wonder if they made her mother happier, more than her father ever would. Her mother was so passionate when she saw Dexter which meant there was a lot of love there, once upon a time. The what ifs failed to leave her mind. If only she could give her mom a better time, a better life, a better hand… there was no use in thinking about the what ifs though. Was there? This was her mom’s life and she had to accept that her mom’s strength came from love and not pain. Or perhaps the pain was what led to love? Fuck, she needed weed.

Deeply sighing, Sofia pulled out the anchor keychain she stole from her mother’s desk and examined it. CC were the initials on it. If her mother had a new interest, why was she keeping things locked tight? Sure, Sofi knew her mom was still finalizing the divorce but if the heart wanted what it wanted, why keep this a secret? Maybe she was too young to understand. It wasn’t like she was ever in love. She couldn’t understand even if she tried. There was so much going on in the Belmonte family that her mom, once again, was holding back and waiting for the ideal moment for everyone else but herself. Sofia was selfish. If she liked someone, really liked someone, she would make it known that he was hers and she was his. Romance was gross though so the likelihood of that ever happening was unlikely. 

For now, she had weed to keep the thoughts at bay, to numb the pain, and she had siblings to take care of. Even if she wanted to try dating, she would look like a goddamn idiot. Sofia was seen as cool and pretty in her class, she didn’t want to give anyone ammunition against her to ruin her life or those she loved. There was enough drama already especially surrounding her family so she’d do her part and stay a kid forever. There was no need to take anything serious when the moment you grow up is the moment your life becomes miserable as fuck. 

The entrance door suddenly swung open, startling Sofia. Getting out of a leaning position, she pocketed the keychain and turned to her mother who was visibly in distress. Standing up, leaving her soda on the table, she rushed to Cat and worriedly grabbed her attention, [color=a22d2e]“Ma, Mom. What happened, is everything alright? Are you okay? Is grandma okay?” [/color]

[color=9f1b3e]“Angelpuff,”[/color] Cat turned to her daughter, her purse hanging from her shoulder and placed her hands on her shoulders. [color=9f1b3e]“I promise you when I get a moment I’ll explain.”[/color] Her head was at eye level with Sofia’s, shaking the teenager’s heart to the core. [color=9f1b3e]“It’s okay I’m just overthinking… someone really important to me might not be doing okay. But like I said,”[/color] the italian mama straightened her posture and brushed Sofi’s shoulders, trying to ease the anxiety, [color=9f1b3e]“I’m just overthinking.”[/color]

The people in her mom’s life were speeding through Sofia’s brain. Vanessa? Harper? Brooke? Clari? Jonah? Bobby? Lydia? [color=a22d2e]“Okay, it’s going to be okay mommy,”[/color] Sofi assured, grabbing Cat’s hand and squeezing it. [color=a22d2e]“Just go, I can figure things out here.”[/color]

[color=9f1b3e]“No, no. Don’t worry. I already called your aunts. They’ll be here soon. Nina has her manager there so she’ll be here first, and Elisa after she drops off the babies with uncle Ricco will be on her way too. They said they’d take care of things here but could you do me a favor? Could you go stay at the Ossos for a little? Maybe call Ricky? I don’t want to overwhelm dad seeing how…”[/color]

[color=a22d2e]“Grandma’s condition,”[/color] Sofia responded when her mother’s voice trailed off. 

[color=9f1b3e]“Yes, my [abbr=sparrow]passerotta[/abbr]. So could you, for me? I’m sorry I’m like this. I must not be a good mother for—”[/color] Cat rambled. She was panicking, which only meant whoever was hurt was someone important enough to get her mother’s mind completely scrambled. Her heart overflowed with fear and grief.

[color=a22d2e]“Mom. You’re amazing. Now go. I’ll text you when I’m with Ricky,”[/color] Sofia assured before giving her mom a quick hug. When her mom acknowledged that her daughter was going to okay, she turned to her car. Before she could get too far, Sofi slapped her mom’s big booty, [color=a22d2e]“Old lady, it’s going to be fine. You got this.”[/color] 

[color=9f1b3e]“Yeah, I got this…”[/color] Cat whispered before entering her car. In the car, Cat placed her purse down on the passenger seat, turned on her ignition and tried to calm her breathing, tears building up in her eyes. Her grip tightened on the wheel. What was up with her? This might not be as bad as she was thinking it would be. Clay had made her his emergency contact and they called her his wife. While that sent her heart fluttering, he was in the hospital. He hadn’t texted her too long ago and she thought he was fine. 

Now, unexpectedly, just like the day she found out there was a shooter at the school, he was not fine. He could be dying. He could be dead. No, no. Don’t think like that Cat. The nurse didn’t give you much information on his condition. If anything, she was super vague. He could’ve just had a head concussion or a scrap or two and is resting in bed. To get the nerves out, she slapped her wheel and screamed, [color=9f1b3e]“FUCK!”[/color] This is exactly why she was afraid to love. To be in love. To have someone that meant so much to you and then lose them in a blink of an eye? That was awful. This was awful. With her teeth gritted as she breathed in and out, she left the curb to go to the hospital. 

[color=9f1b3e][i]Calm down, Cat.[/i][/color][/indent][/indent][/color]