What Life Holds

Chapter 52

Jess's POV

I brought my knees to my chest, wrapping the blanket closer as I watched the clouds below me. The sun was just rising, spreading its golden rays, making the clouds shine in vibrant orange. Lost deep in thought, I thought about the how eventful the last few months have been.

If anyone had told me that I would sitting in a private plane last year, I would have laughed at their faces and called them a maniac. And if anyone had told me that I would get tortured by the Russian Mob, I would them to go to an asylum. But you never know what life throws at you.

Promise. A powerful word and even more powerful action. Life is filled with promises. For instance, the sun. It promised to rise up every day and give warmth and light to everyone below. And it dutifully keeps its promise. My believe might go against the everything about the solar system, but it is a believe, a strong one. Promises are easier said than done. We hear that word every day, for the smallest of things to when a doctor promises to save a patient's life.

"I promise I'll talk to you tomorrow." "I promise I'll buy ice cream tomorrow." "I promise I'll always be with you." Enzo promised me so many things. But the one I held so close to my heart, was going to be broken. "I promise to never leave you." A promise all my siblings have said but little do they know that it wasn't in his hands.

"Jess, what are you thinking about." Sal's soft voice brought we back to earth. I turned to find him rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "About many things Sal, many things." I said as I leaned on him.

Everyone is in the plane, including mom. It has been a week and Enzo still hasn't woken up. Jem decided that it is best if we all head back home. Enzo was in an air ambulance. It's basically a flight which is equipped enough for a coma patient. Mom and I were talking all this while, but she went to sleep since she was tired. She still hasn't recovered completely. Considering the fact she was starved and tortured for a year, I guess it is... normal.

Jem, Dylan and Jule were working as usual. I really wonder how they are able to have their eyes glued to the laptop every minute. Sal took mom's place and fell asleep, the exhaustion from the last few weeks finally hitting him.

Rose is with us too. She had stayed with us due to Enzo's condition, but I'm guessing there is more to it. She has been abnormally quiet. Rose was never much of a talker, but she had that positive aura and a bright smile, which now is missing. Even now, she just sat alone lost in her own thoughts. As much as I want to know what is troubling her, I think she needs some space and time.

I had talked to Jazz, Jase and Joy every day and I can't wait to meet them in person. I even had a call with my cousins who I'm also eager to see. I don't think there is a word in the English dictionary which can describe the emotions I'm going through. I feel incredibly happy to see my mom again, but I'm just so angry and pissed at myself.

I feel restless, my hands are aching to so something fun and exciting. My brothers and Dylan have been extremely protective of me and have literally been treating me like a fragile China doll. Jem watches every move I make, and Jule literally holds my all the time. Sal waits outside the washroom when I do my business. And Dylan is just another Jem.

They form this wall around me, and it really is overwhelming.

"Jess." Sal called and I hummed in response. "There is this question I have be meaning to ask you." He stared slowly. "What is it." I asked facing him completely. "Umm, I had read the letter Enzo wrote and he seemed so sure that he will die. Do you think he will ever wake up." He asked. His question took me off guard, but I was glad he asked. He seemed to be the only one who accepted the fact.