Perfectly broken

Chapter 27

Anastasia's pov:

- «She quit us this morning. May she rest in peace.» My father says.

He continues to rumble something in Spanish but I don't focus on what he is saying.

His previous words are still echoing in my head. No matter how many times I try to process them my mind can't believe them.

Julia is dead.

The realisation hits me so hard.

No. No. No. This can't be happening. She can't be gone this easily.

Unconsciously the phone slips from my hand. I feel a strong headache and suddenly the world starts turning around me. My legs can no longer carry me. I hold on to the nearest wall for a second, trying to figure out what's happening to me, before I crawl to the floor.

I let out a sharp cry.

She died. She is gone.

I am alone. She died like my mother. Everyone I love keep leaving me. I am not worth of anyone's love. I am a terrible person.

She is no longer in this life. She left.

I didn't say goodbye. I couldn't hug her one last time. I couldn't see her face. I couldn't be there for her in her last moments in life. I wasn't there for her surgery.

I can't stop the flood of tears that start falling down my cheeks. My chest tightens. I feel like I can't breath anymore. I try to inhale but It feels like the air can't fills my lungs anymore.

I cry even harder.

She didn't deserve it. She deserved to live her life fully. She was supposed to attend school like the other girls and play with toys instead if spending half her life in hospitals.

I made her promises. I told her we will do a lot of things together. I told her I will see her. I told her I will be there for all her surgeries but I couldn't. I couldn't keep my promises. I lied to her. I am a terrible person. I am a liar.

I put my head in my hands. My heart is pounding in my chest. I am trembling so badly. And I can't control it.

I am alone in my dark room. All the stuff still haven't returned yet from their vacation.

As always I am left by myself. I don't deserve anyone to be by ly sife. No one want me. All these dark though keep travelling in my mind and they are at the edge to drive my crazy.

Someone needs to come to me. I can't do it alone. I need someone to rescue me from all of this.

My situation s getting worse by each minute that passes and I am starting to feel fucking scared.

I am not dealing with this alone. Not this time.

I extend my hand to reach for my phone. After few seconds of searching for it in the dark I get a hold of it. With shaky hands, I unlock it and, barely seeing through my tears, I search in the list of my contacts the number of the only person that have seen me in such a situation before.

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Dante's pov:

I am in the middle of a meeting with one of my most important client from Russia, when my phone vibrates in my pocket.

I instantly reach for it with intention to reject the call not matter who the caller was. But, when Anastasia's name flashs all over the screen, I instantly change my mind.

She have never called me during the day. She never even called me. This is the first time she tries to reach for me. This must be important.

I excuses myself and I get out of the conference room. As soon as the door is shut behind me, I answer the call.