Alvarez

One

The last one was for you, my dearest reader. But this one is for me. The lonely, heartbroken me. I'm glad that me is dead now.

⚠️ Mature audience. Explicit content. Reader discretion is advised.

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that's the tragedy of living - Iain Thomas

Mia
My wedding dress is covered in blood. It isn't mine. I think. I stare ahead, blankly. My fiancé lies in front of me, a fresh round hole in his forehead. Oh, it's his blood that's stained this beautiful, ridiculously expensive gown.

I can hear screaming but it's very distorted. Is it me? Am I the one screaming? Someone is tugging on my arm. The hand is warm. It's rough. I wonder how long it will take for Oscar's body to get cold. I pull my eyes away from my ex-fiancés corpse. I follow where the arm is pulling me.

Tony, my brother. He's slapping my face gently. "Mia? Mia are you alright? Mia, wake up!" he said, very blurry. Everything is very blurry as we stand outside the chapel I was about to sign my life away in. I blink. My eyes adjust to the light. Is his blood on my face?

"I'm fine Tony. Is everyone okay?" I say, my voice nothing but a whisper. I don't know how I'm forming words at this moment. I don't even know if I'm speaking English. He nods. "no one is hurt. Come, we need to get you home" he says, and ushers me into the huge Maybach, as the rain begins to burst from the sky with fury. Everything is distorted and muffled. I don't know if I am breathing right now.

I don't know what happened in the car ride from church to our estate. All I know is that I don't remember it. I must have passed out. Tony is staring at me. There's about 4 cars behind us. Black escalade's and it looks as if the president were driving around. Tony is still staring.

"I'm fine, Tony. I'm going inside." I tell him, his shoulders are stiff and while my brother has always had a carefree attitude towards life - something I envied him for - right now he was panicking. It's still very unclear what happened nothing over an hour ago. All I know is that blood is all over me. I can smell it. I can feel it all over me. I need this dress off my body immediately.

I stepped off the car, little raindrops hitting my face. The guards opened the door to the huge, lifeless mansion and they didn't dare make eye contact with me. They seemed very unbothered about me walking into my home covered in blood. I don't know what to make of that.

Somehow my legs carried me up the stairs. It was a beautiful procession at first. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my damn life, and it's now the worst horror story ever told. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face. His drained, lifeless eyes. It should've hurt seeing him like that, but I felt nothing except scarred.

I pulled the dress off my body and looked at it as a pile on my hardwood floor. The shower was running, my room door was locked and I'm pretty sure Albert was right outside, for my safety of course. I streaked a hand over the misty mirror in my bathroom and took a look at myself.

Wow, I look like absolutely horrible.

My beautiful updo, that my cousin Maria had spent a good amount of time on, was now just dark brown wisps strewn all over the place. My face was just lines of watered down mascara and small red blood splatters.

I shut my eyes and ran for the toilet a few feet away, and I heaved uncontrollably. The entire contents of my stomach making a reappearance. After a good 6 minutes of vomiting, I stepped into the shower. I'm certain that isn't the last of it.

I should be crying, I should be more emotional. The grief stricken fiancé who lost her to-be husband the day of her wedding. But I wasn't crying. I didn't feel a thing. I don't even know if I felt happy Oscar was gone. I scrubbed my skin raw, and even though the blood was gone, the memory of today was embedded deeply into my skin. So deep it probably reached and settled into my bones by now.

I shut my eyes and washed myself off and what actually turned out to be 45 minutes later, I stepped out of the shower. I was glad no one had interrupted me. I would've expected my cousins or Tony or worse - my father, to try and come in and speak to me.

I was fine, and if someone asked me if was okay I would probably stab them with the nearest object. I wish my mother was around. If she was, I probably wouldn't have even ended up at this point in my dreadful life.

I sound like a materialistic brat. I'm aware of that. But it wasn't material possessions I cared for, which was all my father could provide. Whatever I wanted, no matter the price, country or any other restrictions, I had it. Whatever I wanted, my entire life. That was not what I was after. We had money at our disposal, that was it. And it was all a temporary high.

I dressed myself, staring at the heap of white and red on my floor. I wanted this dress out of sight before I set it on fire. Actually, setting it on fire wasn't a bad idea.

I put on my sweats and my biggest frown, splashed my face with cold water, and got ready to face all the condolences possible. I wasn't sure if I should exit my room. I wasn't sure if my father wanted to speak to me yet. But if I was in this room any longer, I would burst.

As I approached my door, Tony walked in. He nodded to someone who I'm assuming was Albert. Suspicions confirmed.

"hey M, you were in the shower a while. You feeling better?" he asked, in a soft, fragile tone. I hate this tone, it drives me insane. I am not a child, I don't need to be spoken to like one. I could never say that out loud, though. These thoughts stay in my head.

I let out a heavy breath. "yes. I'm okay. What's going on down there?" I asked, and he came and sat beside me on my bed.

"I'm not sure yet. Dad is still making calls." he said, and ran his hand over my wet hair. "I'm really sorry Mia. I don't know what to say to you."

I rested my head on his shoulder. Sometimes I wanted to dropkick Tony into the next century, but other times, he was my best friend. He was my only support system after our mom died. Tony was excruciatingly protective over me, so much so that he preferred me away from men and dating. He'd protested a lot to my marriage with Oscar, and tried to persuade my father to stall or find someone else, to no avail.

"I'll be okay. Are you alright? Did you get hurt or anything?" I asked him, and he shook his head.

"we don't know who did it." he blurted out, in a soft voice.

I picked my head up and looked at him. Shock and fear running through my body at the same time and almost making me pass out. I was going to faint. I...

"what? What do you mean, Tony? You mean that wasn't you or one of dad's guys?" I asked, my pulse beating so loud in my ears I could only hear that. My heart was racing so fast it actually hurt.

"no. It wasn't our call. It looked like a drive by, but something about it is strange. Hence all the security." he said, and gestured outside my window. "private" security has pulled up, but they were all just ex-navy SEALS. I don't know if my brain is working anymore.

"do you have any guesses?" I asked, and he looked thoughtful for a second.

"none that I can think of. Maybe he was involved in something shady." he said, and shrugged. My brother was very bad at hiding how unphased he was about this. His only concern in this situation is me. He must be waiting to host a feast at the news of Oscar's death.

I was about to say something when my father called out for Tony. He gave me a look, and told me to stay in the room before giving Albert an order in Italian.

I snuck a quick glance out my bedroom window, while maintaining a safe distance incase a shootout ensued. But I noticed something.

Who's car is that?

Author's note
Hi my loves, it's Emily! I'm back at it. I honestly feel like I shouldn't publish this. I should delete every part and just forget it ever happened. I don't know why but all these ideas just came and hit me all at once. I promise you, there are parts that I still don't understand and does not make sense to me. This story is extremely different from my previous work. I really don't know what I'm doing and if I executed my ideas well but I really hope you guys give this story a try. I'd really love to hear your opinions and thoughts. Please give me feedback and ideas. I'm really sorry if I disappoint anyone with this work, I love you guys so much, thank you for everything. All my love, Emily.