𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 | 𝓟𝓮𝓭𝓻𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓵 |

Broken

[PEDRO'S POV]

I get out of the room really devastated. I'm broken into pieces. I feel like she doesn't even recognize me anymore. I can only see her when she's asleep, because if she sees me she just freaks out.

I want to kill Matteo so bad. I may be on my nerves, but it's the only thing he deserves at this moment.

It's been four days since the incident, and I haven't left the hospital since then. I've just taken calls from my agent, and answered some texts from her friends just to let them know what happened.

I had to post on Instagram just to try to shut the press, even tho I know it's impossible, but at least let people know something.

"Hey". Someone sits besides me. "How are you?".

"How do you think I am?". I look at him with tears in my eyes. "I fucking lost her".

"No you didn't".

"Oscar, he fucking traumatized her for the rest of her life, she's so frightened of men". I  look to the floor. "I hate my life so much right now, I want to die".

He puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls me to him. "Shut your mouth and don't say those horrible things".

"It was my fault man, I should have been with here, or either bring her to do the interviews with me, I shouldn't have left her alone".

"You need some rest, have you gone outside since I left you here the first day?".

I deny. "I can't leave her alone, someone can get in and hurt her".

"This is a hospital, there's security, and if you want I'll call someone to stay here everytime". He stands up. "Let's go, you have to eat something".

"I'm okay Oscar".

He grabs me by my clothes and get me up without hesitation. "I'm you friend and I'm not leaving you here". He grabs my arm practically dragging me down the hallway. "You smell like shit and haven't slept for four days for god's sake".

I do not oppose strength, since I have none, and I follow his steps reluctantly. "Just be sure please, that she won't get harmed".

"Don't worry about that".

We walked past the main entrance and go down some stairs to the parking lot. I could barely see something from outside, but I know why Oscar avoids going out there because of the paparazzi.

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"Eat this, let me know if you need anything else".

"I'm not hungry".

He puts a bottle of water in the table and sits next to me. "You eat, now" . Orders strictly. "You love enchiladas"

He opens the computer and starts working. I force myself to eat. The food looks really good, but my mind is thinking about her right now.

"How are we going to recover from this". I ask him trying to find answers.

He sighs. "With time". He takes off his glasses and looks at me. "Look, I know it's hard to hear, but she has been raped". A lump forms in my throat. "This is a very hard thing, none of us can realize how bad she must be right now". I let a sigh out of my mouth. "It's going to be very though, but you guys will get over this, she is such a powerful woman".

I cover my face with my hands when I start to cry again, and he just hugs me.

"Thanks for being here Oscar, you don't know what this means to me". I try to say.

"Let's go to the couch, you'll be more comfortable there".

I needed this. I needed someone just hugging me while I cry. I had to get everything out, I have so much anxiety right now, I don't know how I'm managing to get through it. This is so fucking hard.