Burn me

Chapter 34: Gone

A day passed. Armani was in their hiding spot holding Angelica to his chest while whispering sweet things in her ear. He's lost it.

Andrea was in her husband's arms. She was a crying mess. She wasn't feeling good at all.

And Clara well little Clara was alone in that room with the dead bodies. She was staring at her mothers murderer unable to do anything and the top of that the guys eyes were open. Clara was too shocked to move. She even peed in her pants. She wasn't able to walk or talk or do anything.

Her mothers blood reached her or her murderers. She didn't know she just know that she was soaking by ones blood. They all forget about her.

Clara wasn't even able to cry. She hardly blinked and her mouth was open. She was shaking. She was a mess. And right then and then Clara changed forever.

Armani wasn't ready to let go. The diamond A&A was bloody. He never thought he would loose her just like this. Ethan was the one who found him. He was contacted by Andreas husband.

When he saw them he acted strong. Convinced Armani to let go even though on the inside he was dying. Seeing her big sister in that state.

"Armani you have to be strong. You have a business. A daughter." He says.

Daughter. She must be with Andrea. At least he wished she was.

Soon they handed the body over to police even though Armani wasn't ready to let go. Ethan forced him to let go and hold him while he sobbed.

They went back home. Armani thought Andrew and Andrea had handled the situation. He didn't know Andrea was a mess and Andrew couldn't leave her.

Armani entered and noticed the house is oddly quiet.

"Andrew, Andrea." He yells.

"Sir you're back." Andrew says coming out of their room.

"Yeah where is Andrea?" He asks.

"She is been shocked. Crying in our room ever since you left." He says.

"Then where is Clara?" He asked with a horrified expression.

"Wasn't she with you? Oh my..." Andrew said realization hitting him.

Armani didn't wait for him he rushed upstairs he opened her door and it was empty. He rushed to another room. He prayed he's wrong.

"No" He says staring at the scene in front of him.

The room was hot so there was a bad smell coming from the bodies. Blood was everywhere on the floor. The whole floor was covered in blood.

And his daughter well his daughter was in a corner shaking. He rushed toward her holding her in his arms.

"I am sorry." He says staring at her. She was just staring at the dead bodies no words coming out of her mouth. He noticed the smell. The smell coming from her. The smell of urine.

He picked her up going straight to the bathroom inside her room. He puts her in the bathtub and opened the water.

"Clara darling say something." He says. He puts a hand on her forehead and realized she has a fever. Clara was just shaking.

Armani rushes out calling Andrea. Andrea rushes to the bathroom bathing her while Armani called the doctor.

He explained everything to him while he examined his daughter.

"She is in shock." He says shaking his head.

"She will never be the same. Soon she will have nightmares. You need to take her to psychology. She will definitely have mental problems after this. She will likely become masochistic if not sadistic. I am more afraid about becoming a suicidal. She saw her mother dying and was left alone with dead bodies for a day that will affect her. One day she is waiting for her sibling next she is sitting with two dead bodies." He says shaking his head.

Armani nods unable to do anything.

He didn't know who to blame. Himself for leaving? Andrew for not noticing? Or Andrea for forgetting about her?

A week passed and Clara didn't talk. She had nightmares. The guys voice, his eyes and that room was hunting her down. Every time she waked up crying or screaming till her father or Andrea calmed her down.

Funny how the night before she was sleeping between her parents talking about her being excited to meet her sibling the next day they were gone and she was in the same room with two dead bodies.

Her father decided to take her to psychiatric. The girl with ADHD was sitting in a corner unable to talk. Soon they discovered she's a psychopath. A sadistic. She loved animals, she couldn't see them suffer but when she hit her classmate she enjoyed.

After three months her father sent her to school and the result was a disaster. She's homeschooled after that.

"Will I ever be ok?" She asked the psychiatrist.

"Only time will tell us." Her psychiatrist replies. She lied cause the damage was done but she couldn't tell her that.

Clara had it enough she ran away to the cemetery. She missed her mother terribly. She didn't get in cause she was hiding in her own mind so she hid behind a tree. She start singing. A habit she found. Every time she is bored or not sure what to do she sings.

"When your day is long
And the night, the night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough
Of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go
'Cause everybody cries
Everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along." She sings.

"When your day is night alone
If you feel like letting go
If you think you've had too much
Of this life, well hang on." A voice completed for her. She turns around looking at the stranger.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Who are you little one?" He asked.

"My mother said I shouldn't talk to strangers." She says as she shed a tear.

"Your mother?" He asks with a sad smile.

"Yes. She is an Angel now." She says.

"You're Clara right?" He asks. She nods.

"Well Clara I am not a stranger. I am your grandfather." He says.