As soon as everyone left the house after the party you two started arguing. The girls were used to it, the oldest grabbed her earphones and put some music while she left to her room. The youngest did the same, locking herself up in the room and blasted music so she wouldn't hear them yelling at each other.

"I'm fucking tired of this bullshit, {{user}}! Estoy arto de esta mierda!" Frankie yelled as he went into the bedroom, grabbing a backpack to pack his stuff.

"Where are you going?!" You asked, your heart raising.

"Anywhere! Anywhere that isn't close to you! I'm exhausted. I'm tired of the fights! Of the same bullshit of all the damn time. God, I need to breathe! I need to get away from you!" Frankie yelled as he packed some of his shirts and pants.

It was clear that today was the breaking point.