VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEW
We walked into the elevator, the ride was tensed, the silence was deafening, no words spoken just both of us alone with our thoughts. Alone with thoughts we probably thought would be irrelevant by now, thoughts that hunts me every single day, they come as nightmares, a faceless man that I know but do not know chasing me with a sickle.
I guess I deserve that, I shot him didn’t I? I shot the one person I have ever loved and now he is here with me, standing side by sides with me taking me to the sight where that memory was formed.
We got out of the elevator and walked into a room that looked like one of those old Victorian era library, dusty old books on shelves, thousands and thousands of shelves that rose all the way to the ceiling of one part of the room. The other part of the enormous room had pictures of the Fernandez’s ancestors from the twentieth generation.
Sir Enesto Fernandez, first of his name is the founder, the patriarch of the Fernandez’s dynasty, he moved to the United States when he was twelve, had to work odd jobs to stay afloat until he men a man, Regnard Da-Silva who introduced him to the trade of the ‘white-gold’ (cocaine), he thrived at it eventually bought Regnard empire off from him with a huge sum of money.
And when Ernesto’s son Pablo Fernandez came of age his father thought him the trade, this went on from generation to generation until Raphael Fernandez and then of course Diego Fernandez.
I know this because I watched from the cracks in the walls as my Diego sat in the study room and was home schooled about his family’s history.
Diego was taught a couple of other things apart from his family’s history, there were the typical things that all elites teach their kids, things like how to play the piano, how to speak at least four different languages, how to ride a horse, how to play golf, etiquette, e. t. c but apart from those trainings Diego got other trainings like how to stop a person’s heart from beating, how to command respect, how to not feel emotions.
He wasn’t good at the other part of his training so his father decided that he was nothing but a spineless wimp who is not worthy of the Fernandez’s surname. His father tried to mold him into a heartless killer but Diego did not conform so I guess one day Raphael felt tired of trying to train his pathetic weak son so he focused instead on Dester (Diego’s older brother, the one his father had originally decided would not take over his empire because he did not have full Italian blood, his blood had been tainted by the weak American blood of his mother Sophie who had been Raphael’s mistress).
Raphael also focused his training on Damian (Diego’s twin brother who Raphael had originally decided would not take over his empire because of his bipolar disorder, ‘only weak men had mental issues’ Raphael thought)
Diego was Raphael’s precious child, his intended heir. He had the full Italian blood and he had his mind straight but yet again Diego was a spineless weak man so Raphael decided to send him away to the ranch in Ohio and instead focus on his other two ‘defective’ offsprings (Dester and Damian).
I remember the day Diego left, it was the worse day of my life but then he returned a man, different from the boy I had once known, his body was fully mature, his skin was a lot tanned than it used to be, his facial features had grown character, his abs, his chest everything had hardened.
Diego returned a man but he was still my Diego at heart but things had changed, I couldn’t be with him in the way we used to be together before.
He returned to me and then I shot him.
ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“What the fuck are we going to do! Dr. Winters is not in the country and mom and dad are coming back home in a few fucking hours. I hate you! I hate you so much Hunter! You just have to bring us problems every single time!” Delvin said pacing the room looking agitated.
I sat still and quiet wondering what they would do to me, wondering how they would conceal this secret child that threatens to soil their family’s clean image.
“Let’s call another doctor then.” Hunter said, tossing a ball from one hand to another, he looked not as disturbed by the ‘problem’ as Delvin. I held myself closer.
“Are you dumb?! That is not even a question! You are dumb Hunter! Okay Doctor do you trust to keep this scandal from getting to the media. None! Nada! Just Dr. Winters!” Delvin said.
“It was just a suggestion.” Hunter shrugged.
“Anyway I’m going for practice, please take care of this little problem my dear dear brother.” Hunter added as he stood up to leave.
“Sit your ass back down nobody leaves here until we sort this problem out.” Delvin said, gesturing to my stomach when he said ‘problem’. We all sat down both of them brainstorming on what to do, me just seating there wondering what they would do to my baby and I.
“Oh fuck!” Hunter yelled. The sound of a car, started to get closer and closer.
“The rest of my bags are in the other car get it to my room.” A female voice said.
“They are here! What are we going to do!”
VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEW
The creepy dark stairwell after the old Victorian library/ picture room led to the place. The dungeon. Thousand of cells laid side by side, each equally gruesome and scary with different torture equipments from whips containing blades on them, to large electric tasers.
I sucked in my breath, just being here brings back memories all of them horrible. All of them scary, all of them includes Diego being tortured here by his own father Raphael Fernandez.
“My father hated weaknesses, he let me know that every single time.” Diego said. There was something dark and malicious in his voice, like he was trying hard to keep a fiery hatred he felt at bay.
“My father thought me every thing I know. Power, lust, money we’re all the vices a mafia king can indulge in. Love, weakness and empathy were all the things a mafia king should flee from.” He added.
“Somehow I have not been able to do the last part, flee from love, weakness and empathy.” Diego said, looking at me with that rage still buried in his eyes.
“I have uprooted every one and everything that has ever been in my way. I have killed everyone who had ever betrayed me even if they were family.” He said moving closer to me, the rage in his eyes doubled and tripled. He walked towards me and I walked backwards until I entered into one of the cell.
“Wha…what do you want from me?” I asked, my lips were quivering with fear, my mind was wild with confusion. I placed my hand on my chest trying to slow down my pacing heart.
“Valentina Sanchez, have you ever lied to me?” He asked in a low tone that sounded dangerous like a rattle snake luring his victim in in a slow, calculated way.
I looked down.
“Look into my eyes Valentina, is there something you should have told me that you didn’t?” He asked again, there was something warm and empathetic in his tone this time but as soon as it came it left and the coldness returned in its place.
I said nothing.
“You really think that I am a fool! You think that I will just let you into my life without investigating first!” He yelled. I flinched.
“I know you killed my brother Dester!” He added. What? I didn’t!
“I know you were the one who destroyed my family five years ago. I have watched you with rage and disgust in my eyes for the longest time. I watched you lure my own twin brother Damian into betraying me, I have watched you Valentina, I had wanted to snap your head off your neck from the first day I met you but I had to wait for the right time but now your time is over pretty face I have to avenge my brother Dester.” He said, he had a knife in his hand.
I moved backwards and backwards until I couldn’t move anymore.
“I did not kill Dester, it was an accident…Sidney. I did not kill your brother!” I replied with scared tears running down my eyes.
“You are such a liar Valentina, I have the recordings. I know you did it.” He said ready to lurch the knife into me.
I closed my eyes waiting for him to end my life when I heard him scream and groan. He was holding his head in his palm groaning in pain.
I had two choices; run and avoid being killed or stay and help him and probably get killed.
I took the first option, I ran out of the cell into the door that lead the way out of the dungeon.
I ran into the woods not knowing how I will survive out there on my own.