Pierce's P.O.V.
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"Anthony, what's going on?" Mom asked as Dad dragged me into the house and shoved me onto the couch.
I bounced face first before whirling around. I glared at my dad, but he couldn't have cared less. Dad just adjusted his cuffs like it was bothersome to have to get wrinkled because of me. At least Mom came rushing to my side.
"Are you okay?" She asked me.
I nodded, still glaring at my father.
"Anthony?" Mom said expectantly and angrily as she faced my father.
"Your son has just announced that he's in love, and he doesn't give a sh.it how we feel about it," Dad told her.
Mom perked up as she turned to me.
"Gianna?" She breathed out, her tone nothing but hopeful.
"Gianna?" I asked, scrunching my face up in disgust.
