Trials and Consequences of Love

Chapter 15

Will You be there – Michael Jackson.

Roads Untravelled – Linkin Park

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🦋Valentina-Rosa🦋

It has been a week since Carson's passing, there has been no word of a suicide letter; no one knows why he did what he did. People are assuming that it was a mistake, they think he was just high and pulled the trigger by accident but I don't think so. I know Carson, well I knew Carson; everything that he does has a reason behind it. He killed himself for a reason and not knowing that reason haunts me every night.

His death has affected Emily more than it has affected me, she has been crying constantly for the entire week, she hasn't been eating, she hasn't been sleeping and she has been speaking about the death of her child. I keep trying to tell her that there is nothing she could've done about any of their deaths but she doesn't seem to agree, she's sinking deeper and deeper into a state of depression and I don't know what to do to help her.

I can barely help myself.

"Mi niña" my mother smiles opening her arms as I walk out of Alexandre's car; her black skirt dress swaying in the wind and her blackstilettos clicking against the pavement as she walks hastily towards me

"Hola mami"

I smile at her lightly as she pulls me into a hug; kissing both my cheeks.

"How are you holding up?" she asks rocking slightly.

"I've been better, but I'm alive so I'm grateful" I smile looking into her brown eyes.

"Bellissima" my father says walking up to us, the pieces of his tan skin peeping out from under his black suit seem to glow in the sun.

"Papà" I smile at him opening my arms.

"Come va?" I ask kissing both his cheeks.

"How am I? I should be the one asking you that bellissima" he says laughing lightly hugging me tightly to his chest.

"Sono stato meglio ma sto bene" I tell him pulling away.

"You look wonderful mi amour" my mother pulls my hands into hers, rubbing her palms over my knuckles.

"Grazie mamma" looking down at my simple black, long sleeve bodycon dress and black pumps. My hair is in a tight low bun similar to my mother's and my eyes are covered by a pair of black Mosaic sun glasses.

"Welcome home girls," my mother says as both her and my father hug Alia and Aria; both in black pants suits, and black pumps.

"We brought some friends," I say nodding my head towards the group that has gathered behind us.

"I was getting to them," my mother says walking around.

"I am Valerie and this is my husband Romeo; we have heard so much about you. I am sorry we had to meet under such dire circumstances" she says standing before them.

"Nice to finally meet you Mr. and Mrs. Aquilla; I'm Alexandre"

"Oh!" she exclaims turning to my father.

"This is the young Frenchman that has been taking care of our little girl" she beams at him, winking at me. 

She's honestly so embarrassing.

"Aren't you Athena and Antoine's boy? You are a Lenoir aren't you son?" my father asks Alexandre walking forward.

"Yes sir" Alexandre nods shaking my father's hand and they start talking about business just like that.