Pure Bliss

2. The Blame Game

"Why is he in there for?" I cried
"One of our enemies planted an explosive bomb in the yard, your dad went out there because he was on the phone, then the bomb exploded" mum explained
"Is he okay?" I asked
"He's fine, not like you care anyway" mum replied

I decided to hang up, I couldn't be bothered for an argument, everything that happens seems to be my fault anyway.
I'm going to eat my dinner, then take a bus back to Italy, only been here for one day and everything is going to shit.

Once I had eaten, I washed everything up, packed a little bag.
Grabbed my keys, phone, as well as, my bag.
I walked to the nearest bus stop, it was going to take at least a day on the slow bus, to get back to Italy, luckily I stopped at a mini market to grab a pink monster energy drink.
The fastest bus I can get, will last 4 hours, I'm going to be tired as anything.

Suddenly, the bus turned up, I paid for a ticket. I sat down, I placed my jacket against the window, I rested my head for a while. I was going to have to get all the sleep, I could get.

-4 hours later-

I rubbed my eyes, it was lucky I did wake up, I had arrived back in Italy.
I thanked the bus driver, whilst getting off, I opened my energy drink can.

I walked to the hospital, it wasn't far, only a 20 minute walk.
It was so hard to keep my eyes open, it was literally 1 In the morning, I was so fucking tired.
Finally, I arrived at the hospital, I saw my mum sat down as well as, my brother.
My brother jumped up, ran to me, as well as, hugged me.

"How is he?" I asked
"We're still waiting on the nurse" Riccardo explained
"Ok, why don't you go home and get some sleep? I'm here now, I'll ring you and let you know if anything happens" I replied
"Thank you" Riccardo cried
"Come on mum, let's go" Riccardo exclaimed

My mum rubbed her eyes, got up, then walked towards the entrance.
My mum looked back at me, why was she looking at me for? I didn't get it.

"If you was here, he wouldn't be in hospital" mum cried
"It's not my fucking fault, maybe, if you kept an eye on your husband, this wouldn't of happened!" I yelled

My mum looked at me, then walked out of the entrance door, that fucking told her.
No matter what situation it is, I always get the blame, it's not my fault he's in hospital.

"Hello Miss. Russo, welcome back!" The nurse cried
"Thank you Penelope, how's my dad?" I asked
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but your dad is dead" the nurse replied

I looked down at the floor, what the fuck is happening? Why is everything falling apart?
Tears started to stream down my face, I felt like a river, the more I cried, the more I struggled to breath.
My mum walked back into the lobby, why was she back again? she looked at me with a frown.

"What's happened?" Mum asked
"He's gone" I replied
My mum gulped a thousand times, she looked shocked, it looked like she couldn't talk.
Riccardo walked back into the lobby, he looked at me and mum.
"He's not gone is he?" Riccardo asked
"Yes, he's gone" I replied
My mum walked over to Riccardo, hugged him, as well as, comforting him.

"Would you 3 like to say goodbye?" The nurse asked
I stood up, so that I could come and say goodbye to my dad, it still didn't feel real.
"Not you, you aren't apart of this family anymore. You moved up to Spain, this is on you" mum replied
"He's my dad too, you can't stop me from seeing him" I cried
"You decided to leave your dad, he's nothing to you" mum replied

I grabbed my bag; keys, purse, phone. I decided to walk out of the hospital, I didn't understand my mum, she was so evil.
What the hell is wrong with her?
Just because I moved to Spain, it don't mean that I didn't love my family any less.

Italian translation:
"Fanculo!" I yelled
"Fuck!"
I walked towards the bus stop, whilst waiting for a bus, I had enough.
My brother didn't even stick up for me, he's older than me as well, what the hell is wrong with my family?

I hopped back onto the bus, I decided to put my jacket on the window, to lean my head against it.
This was going to be the longest bus journey of my life, I was so tired, I wasn't going to arrive back In Spain till 6.

-4 hours later-

I woke up, at least I got some sleep, I had at least 5 missed calls from Riccardo.
I couldn't be asked to speak with them both, they didn't want me there after all, good luck to them.

I walked towards my villa, I put my key into the lock, twisted the handle, whilst opening it.
I locked the door, I put my phone on charge,
Then headed to bed.

-Midday-

I rubbed my eyes, got up, I boiled the kettle. I fancied a green tea, I need caffeine in my life, whilst waiting for the kettle, I fixed me up a sandwich.
I started to eat, after I had eaten, I poured the water into my cup.

I waited for the tea to cool down, I started to get dressed, put sun tan on.
I took sips out of my green tea, whilst looking at my phone, 10 missed calls from Riccardo.
What does he want? He didn't stick up for me, my dad didn't stick up for me either.
Why should I care?
I care too much.

Suddenly, I heard a knock at my door, I grabbed my bag, I grabbed a gun out of my bag. I may not be apart of the mafia, but I'm not letting any mother fucker, try and kidnap me.
I looked through the peephole, it was the man from the bar, what does he want?
I opened the door a little, I looked at him, he looked dodgy.
How did he know where I lived?

"Hello Miss. Russo"
"Hello Mr. Hernandez"