Questioning Means Uncertainty

Chapter Fifteen

I hung back as Stacy and Reina had their conversation with Mr. Baruzzo. I had turned the corner and seen them but hid once I saw how they looked. They were completely soaked in blood. I'd been trying to calm my heart from when I saw them. I felt sick. The smell of iron from those two penetrated my nostrils.

"Mia figlia! Cos'è successo?" Mr. Baruzzo asked with worry. I heard a shuffling of fabric. "What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"My bad, I'm sorry. Uh, there were hunters. Jason blew up, I killed the guy who blew him up," Stacy paused "Eric. Uh.. I was shot and stabbed but I'm fine now."

Eric? My dad? He was a hunter? I felt bile slowly make its way up my throat as I leaned on the stair wall. My heart rate shot even higher. Stacy was shot and stabbed? By him?

"I-I'm.. I'm so very sorry..." He said. "Mi dispiace tanto. Please forgive me. I didn't want any of this to happen. I should've sent someone else. I'm truly sorry."

"You. Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Hair shook, Reina's most likely.

"I was knocked out but I'm okay. No damage anywhere."

I took slow and steady breaths to try and push down the vomit forming. The smell of Iron was nauseating. What happened? Stacy killed someone? She killed Dad? Jason's dead? Dad killed him?

"Are you okay? How are you feeling? Do you want me to get you someone to talk to?"

Stacy laughed. She's laughing? I'm dreaming, right?

"I'm fine, I promise. If I need anyone to talk to, I'll come to you." She responded. I pinched myself to see if I was awake. It hurt. Shit.

Mom whispered something before pulling away.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked.

"What?"

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll just get a few more scars."

"A few more? How many do you have?" Mr. Baruzzo asked.

"I dunno."

"More than me." Reina said. Fabric moved.

"Dio mio! Why does it go so deep?" He gasped.

"I'm fine, I promise. They don't affect me and I don't care much for them. They look cool, even." Stacy paused and I heard her move. "But I am tired. I'd like to sleep a bit."

"Of course, go ahead. In a few hours I'll check in with you two to make sure you're still okay." He moved. "I'll bring some food over as well.

Footsteps sounded going away from his door. The bile was at my mouth by this point. I ran downstairs and puked in a trash bin. Someone sighed with stress when the vomiting subsided to dry heaving. Mr. Baruzzo and my mother stood by the stairs when I turned.

"Figliolo, guarda. I don't know what you saw or heard, but I hope you've calmed down and learned why they don't tell you things." He said calmly. It was soft yet loud enough to be heard. It was caring and had a bit of worry. I wiped the vomit off my mouth. The little I'd eaten had come out again.

"What the fuck did you send them on? A murder spree? They were covered in blood. It looked like she ate someone." I remarked. The realisation that it wasn't out of the question either made me start becoming nauseous again. "Why was she so fine with killing someone? Especially our dad?"

"I only sent them for a check up. I didn't expect any of this to happen, I assure you. I would never send my only child or her girlfriend on a mission as horrible as that. But you must understand, she hasn't told you any of what she does or has done because it would do you harm. If she tells you, it will come with time."