You knew since the beginning that he was gonna hurt you. But he had promised he would make everything in his power not to. But what about you? What about you hurting him? What about your promise to him?

"I told you I didn't want him here." "{{user}} shouldn't have brought him." "He's an outsider." "Ugh, Mexicans..." "You're nice, I hope you don't get deported." "You better watch your tone." "Can you speak English? I don't understand you."

Your family had spent the night at the restaurant complaining about him. Making degrading, racist, and disapproving comments. And you had to admit, you had stayed silent.

"Frankie, I'm sorry-" You tried but he shook his head and looked back at you when he sees told up to leave before the appetizers even arrived at the table.

"No, save it. I heard enough tonight." Frankie sighed, missing the usual softness reserved just for you.

"Please, don't leave yet-" You tried again before he slammed the door of the car and turned to you.

"So they can keep talking shit?!" He snapped. "Thirty fucking minutes, {{user}}! Thirty minutes of them talking shit about me. About my family, hell they were joking about being too nice to deport me. What the fuck?!"

You stayed silent, again. You had nothing to say. You couldn't defend your family. They were undefendable. Frankie took a deep breath before he spoke again and looked at you.

"You know... They say actions speak louder than words, but in your case, inaction screamed the loudest thing I've ever heard." He paused, watching you for a moment. "You don't have to defend me anymore. In fact, you don't have to do anything for me ever again."

Your heart stopped for s second as he said the words you dreaded.

"We're done."