Claire.What? My chest hung on the shock as the words sunk into my brain and made my head bang hard with the ridiculous words.What did I just hear? Grandpa pay for which sins? My chest thumped with the question and I juta couldn't wrap my head around the words.Confusion nutted its slimy nut inside my chest and made it beat faster in shock, the rhythm flowing melodiously through my skin and into my blood stream.Was this real? I questioned reality again, my ribcage hanging mercilessly on as I looked to the unknown gentleman who was still chatting on with Carlo.What ever else he had to say did not matter but, grandpa? He must surely have gotten it wrong. How could that ever happen? Nothing could make sense that way. Grandpa was one of the morality right men I had ever known. He was one of the best father figures I ever knew. How could that even take place? Was he mad?Surely, he must have used the wrong reflexive pronoun coz how the fuck could Carlo's grandpa pay for his sins in the
Claire.What? My chest hung on the shock as the words sunk into my brain and made my head bang hard with the ridiculous words.What did I just hear? Grandpa pay for which sins? My chest thumped with the question and I juta couldn't wrap my head around the words.Confusion nutted its slimy nut inside my chest and made it beat faster in shock, the rhythm flowing melodiously through my skin and into my blood stream.Was this real? I questioned reality again, my ribcage hanging mercilessly on as I looked to the unknown gentleman who was still chatting on with Carlo.What ever else he had to say did not matter but, grandpa? He must surely have gotten it wrong. How could that ever happen? Nothing could make sense that way. Grandpa was one of the morality right men I had ever known. He was one of the best father figures I ever knew. How could that even take place? Was he mad?Surely, he must have used the wrong reflexive pronoun coz how the fuck could Carlo's grandpa pay for his sins in the
Claire.I had no idea how I managed to wake and find myself in the hospital awake, tubes connected to virtually all parts of my body and the very beeping sound that had been my giant fear, beeping loudly and in a promising non-stop fashion.It went deep into my brain and fogged it with myriad of pains that made seeing very tasking and difficult for me, sending chasms if pain from my eye to my brain.However, I still managed to keep my eyes open, staring around to check what was really going on and why I was strapped on the bed like a caged bird.I looked to my left fir answers as my right showed tubes and the beeping machine that wouldn’t just stop in its noise. Carlo was lovingly by my side, sitting dejectedly on the chair beside my bed his outlook rough and unkempt, seeming like he was going through a lot.The connecting tubes that were positioned all over my body did not even give me a chance to see him well nor speak to him, however much I wanted to speak with him and hear his mas
Giancarlo.I was so quick to notice the sudden change in her demeanor; from tired to alert and fight and flight mode.Her color suddenly went from pale and a bit red to extreme whiteness that looked like she had just seen a ghost. It snapped something protecting in me and made me want to find a solution for her at once and put an end to whatever must have been troubling her."Are you okay?" I asked immediately, my chest knotting together with the fear she was feeling and my brain running Helter skelter to find a way to save her and make her feel better.Why was she so afraid? I wondered, the thought searing my heart and rumbling my stomach as nothing useful and convincing cane to my mouth. Was there perhaps something connected to the beeping sound? I wondered as the loud piercing sound seemed to be blaring like a horn in my ear, trying to burst my ear drum and render me forever deaf.Was there some untold story behind it? I kept asking myself as the sound went on, threatening to mur
Claire.What was I even going to tell him? I pondered hard, biting my finger nails nervously in thought, my heart racing galloping faster than a horse.Where could I ever begin from? My brooding grew more restless as I kept thinking and thinking, not coming to any certain conclusion.He didn't even know about Theodore and all what he had done, I was sure of it. Just as nice as I had always been, I had refused to tell him, so that a full-fledged war wouldn't begin just because of me.I had buried everything in my mind and scarcely thought about it, except the moment when the trauma was too unbearable to overlook and just wish away.And the more i gained control over that particular day, the more I didn't want to tell anyone, hoping that he wouldn't try it again and turn a new leaf.Never had I expected for him to return after Carlo must have gotten rid of him in that manner. Whatever manner it had been, I had no idea. All I knew was that when I woke up, he wasn't around again and ever
Giancarlo.But then a roaring sound like an helicopter sounded high up in the air, piercing my hearing and startling me into reality.It was loud and clear, sounding like it was getting closer and much closer to me ready to bring up surprises that I might detest a lot.But rather than only insert fear into me, it rewired my brain into thinking very fast and with more caution, sending tons of energy to my feet to do the needful and keep every bone in me ready to take a flight, should things fall into that direction.The sound brought reality into my mind, erasing the stupid ancient thought I had imbibed and in its place, a seed of belief.Claire laid on the floor, surely wasn't an illusion as the sound of the helicopter meant that it actually was going to land on that platform. And at the same time, do anything it fit with the object there, who blocked its way.And I'd be a fool to take any chances and leave her to the hands of fate.What if something bad had truly happened to her? I p