Enzo

Bruised

Lorenzo's pov:

I just got a text from Lillian, she said she was going out with friends and couldn't come.

It was a bit suspicious, why didn't she tell me yesterday?

I finally gave myself a day off and I wanted to spend it with Clara and her. She gave me a comforting and safe feeling.

*flashbacks*
I got home around three, it was an exhausting day. I killed a few people, wrote some things, trained people, signed papers, went to the gym and a bunch of shit I don't know anymore. I went upstairs to give Clara a kiss. She looked so cute in her pajamas. I went back downstairs to grab a drink. There was a note on the table, it looked like a woman, her throat was cut open and blood everywhere, on the back there was something written.
"You deserve this"
I was confused why that was written there. I looked a bit closer to the photo. I was in shock, the woman was my mum. I dropped the photo. My mom was killed, who had done this?

I was in such pannick, I saw some disturbing images that were worse but this was my mom. The woman who raised me, the only who showed me love, Clara's grandma. Thoughts kept coming in my head.

It felt like there was a stone on my chest, the ability to breath was gone, the ability to think was gone. I grabbed my phone typing in the only number I remembered at this moment.

She finally picked up, I didn't know the time or the date, my mind was gone. "Lillian" was the only thing I could say.. "No, I need you," I said before hanging up. I couldn't breathe anymore.

My dad must have done this, he was really mad for what I did at the ball.

I heard a door slam. My eyes were watery and I couldn't see much. Someone was running towards me. It was Lillian.

Everything was a blur, I couldn't think much.

I could just feel her soft breathing on my skin, her calming sounds, her touch when she drew circles on my hand.

I told her everything that happened. I broke down crying out loud.
She hugged me, it was a long time ago since I hugged someone, with her it felt good.
I asked her to stay, I don't know if I was able to hold it together without her.

I woke up, it was one of the best nights I ever slept. Lillian was still sleeping. I didn't want to wake her so I went downstairs. I called someone to pick up clothes for her. I only had men and baby clothes and I think she wouldn't fit in my clothes.

I decided to make breakfast. I normally don't make breakfast for others but she deserved it.

I didn't want to think about yesterday. I was vulnerable, that never happens. I needed to remind myself I was a man with a cold heart and that things shouldn't affect me.
**

I called her a few times; voicemail. Texted her, no answer. Normally she instantly replies or calls back. Something was off with her.

There were a few things to do. I did the first thing that came to mind.

"Hello," an annoyed voice picked up.
"Do you know where Lillian is, she was supposed to babysit my daughter." I tried to control my anger, his response threw me off guard. "She's sick," it looked like he didn't care about his daughter. I hung up and went to my car.

Two different responses, Lillian said she was with friends and her father told me she was sick. I knew they were both lying.

I drove to her house to see what was up.

A woman opened the door, she looked a lot like my mom. "What can I do for you?" She looked surprised to see me.

I didn't answer her, I just stepped into their house.