VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEW
“Where is Dester?!” My sister Sydney asked, I have to look for a way to break the news of Dester’s death to her without upsetting her, it’s been five days, I have been trying my best to avoid this question, it has not really been hard to avoid the question because she has been sedated for most of that five days and when she was awake she was too groggy from the sedation to talk for too long.
But now it’s been five days since she woke up, she’s finally starting to get better, she’s finally off those injections that makes her sleepy, she’s finally going to be discharged tomorrow.
I cannot avoid this question for longer.
“Why hasn’t he come to see me,” Sidney asked again.
“Doesn’t he love me anymore? Why haven’t I seen him since the accident yesterday?” She asked starting to get panicky. Sidney’s time lapse is a bit flawed, as a result of the coma and the constant sedation she thinks the accident that happened to her and Dester five years ago, she thinks the accident that claimed Dester’s life happened just yesterday.
“Valentina you are scaring me, what are you not telling me? Is it Dester? Is he alright? When can I see him?” Sidney asked all these questions all at once.
I couldn’t take it anymore, my face betrayed me, my eyes started to water, the tears started to fall down my eyes.
“Dester is dead.” I said in a whisper, she heard.
“What did you just say?!” Syd asked already starting to tear up.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” I replied hugging her, she started bawling her eyes out.
“No he is not dead! I would know if he was dead, I would feel it, I cannot accept it, no!” Sydney yelled, protested.
“He is Sydney, I’m sorry.” I said.
“No he is not, stop saying that he is! Dester is not dead!” She protested again.
“He is gonna come for me. Yes he is, I just have to wait for him” my sister whispered to herself over and over again. I cried at the sight of her, she looked… broken like she was on the brink of craziness. She rocked herself back and forth whispering to herself over and over again that Dester will come back for her.
“He is dead Sydney, he died five years ago.” I moved closer to her, pulled her close and said hoping to pull her out of this craziness, I cannot bear to see her so…broken, so defeated.
Sydney stared into space, looked at nothing in particular.
“I wish it was a lie Sydney but it is true.” I said again.
She turned to look directly at me.
Staring at me with something I can only describe as hate she yelled at me.
“Get out of here! Leave me! I don’t ever want to see you again!” She said. I was taken aback.
I tried to get closer to her.
“I said get out!” She yelled again and continued to yell. She went into a state of hysteria, the doctor and nurses came into the ward.
“Ma’am you have to leave, your presence upsets her.” The Doctor said to me as he ushered me out of the hospital room.
I watched from the window as my sister struggled with the doctor and nurses all the while yelling that Dester is not dead, they eventually put her to sleep. I hate seeing my once jovial sister like this, is this what our lives have become? Is this what being associated with a mafia family has brought us?
I hope she gets better, I hope Diego gets found, I hope things can just go well for once, we all deserve a break…
ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“Let’s try this again, are you going to stay away from Delvin or not.” Mr. Clive, Delvin’s father said. I gasped, trying my best to open up my lungs so that it can take up more air, so that it can expel the water that has most likely gotten into it.
I breathe deeply and rapidly, my face is very wet from my head being force into the tub of ice cold water.
I paused this time, weighing my next answer, when he asked a few times before the answer had been no. I cannot imagine I life without Delvin in it, but the look in his face shows that he is starting to get impatient, he has threatened me with death before and I don’t know if I can take this torture anymore.
I have to find a way to live without Delvin, Fate is against us, nobody wants us to be together, not even his family, maybe i am fighting a losing battle, maybe it’s just better to let go while I still can.
“Will you let me go if I promise to be nowhere around your son?” I asked.
“Yes. But if you break that promise it will be immense torture before death for you.” He said.
I cannot be seen anywhere near Delvin, I have to find a way to live my life without him…
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
He is here again. Raphael. He comes in with these expensive gifts, these diamond or golden shackles. Sets of accessories, necklaces, bracelets, earrings everything.
We don’t talk, I know what he wants and I know I always have to give it to him how he wants it, it’s an unspoken agreement, I am his prisoner after so I have to do whatever my jailer wants.
I stood up from the bed ready to escape to the bathroom so I can get away from Raphael, when he pulled me back to the bed.
I tensed up a bit as first but slowly relaxed as he cuddled me, there is something I don’t understand about me… about Raphael… about Raphael and I, I hate him but yet I cannot help how I feel when he is being nice to me, it’s the butterflies in my belly when he calls me baby, when he doesn’t treat me like trash, when he acts like he sees me.
“I love you Yara, I cannot remember the last time I said that to anyone but I mean it.” Raphael said. The butterflies in my belly jubilated…