Opus Dei

Six

Hy guys,
I want to apologize for not uploading earlier, I wanted this story to reach 1k reads before I posted the next chapter but I guess 960 is ok too haha.
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Also, I would like to dedicate this chapter to the beautiful Samantha. Thank you for everything!
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All of my love,
Anne

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"You are the average of the five people you spend most time with", said Jim Rohn. I am not. I am Kendall Lachowski. This woman is my sister, my advisor, my mother, my friend. She is the incarnation of my deepest parts, she handles me better than I handle myself and she somehow manages to love me with a love so unconditional it shatters and amazes me on a daily basis.
As I lay besides her barely alive body I hold her hand tightly, in a sick way thinking that maybe she will wake up and smack my head for hurting her. I have been holding her for hours now and I can't tear my eyes away from her stunning face. The paleness of her figure in contrast with the darkness of her hair makes me compare her to Snow White. Except this time Disney decided that the apple is less dramatic and switched it with a revolver. I brush the side of my face with her palm, dying a thousand deaths at the feel of her cold touch, a touch that used to be the warmest.
Even though I thought I don't have any more tears to cry her touch manages to get my tired eyes to shed a few more tears. Tears which burn my skin , tears I shouldn't be crying for Kendall. Tears because of the two damned men who dragged us in their mud and nearly took my sister away from me.

Max actually sat in the hospital with me for the last two days. He is tired as well and I could sometimes, when he came back to Kendall's hospital room after getting coffee, see that his eyes were puffy from crying. Even though I would kill both Max and his horrendous brother, his presence in the hospital really helped me and he seems to genuinely care about Kendall. We've talked aloud, talked to Kendall, praying that she could hear us and somehow even managed to laugh at some point when a nurse pointed out that we are still elegantly dressed from the party. He explained to me that the bullet that hurt Kendall was not meant at her and that the guy that shot her aimed it at someone else. He never failed to mention that 'their men took care of him', which honestly scared me and made me happy at the same time. Other than that he avoided the subject and to be honest I am grateful for that, I need to see Kendall's beautiful eyes opened and full of life and then the two of us will deal with this, somehow. My anger is uncontrollable and I will make someone pay for this, I don't care about how powerful they are, they shot my best friend and I can be my own secret society in order to get revenge for every drop of blood that she shed. Has spending time with him already altered my capacity to think clearly?

All the time while he was here I couldn't see in him the danger that is always present in Vincent's attitude. Whenever he was with wither Kendall or me he became the sweet guy my friend fell for, but anytime a nurse was slightly slow in her duties he turned into this compilation between Vincent and the devil himself. I must say, out of the two I don't know which one is worse.

"I think she might be the one, you know. When I heard the bang and saw her body on the floor...I thought-" Max's voice trembles and the visual his words offer make me shiver as well. "I thought she was dead, and in that very moment I wished nothing more than to be in her position, to be my life which is taken away, not hers."

As he finishes the sentence I observe a tear run down his face but he quickly wipes it off with the back of his hand so I ignore the gesture.
What amazes me, however, is how close these two got in such a short amount of time. She literally jumps up and down when talking about him and he is obviously dying for her as well.

My dear Kendall, what did you get yourself into? Even though he seems to be emotionally dedicated to Kendall he is still Vincent's brother. I personally think the guilt is eating him alive, after all he could have done something to save Kendall. The silence in the room grows so thick it's almost palpable.
"Um..." He releases an awkward cough as he gets up from his chair. "I'm gonna grab something to eat, do you want anything?"